Page 68 of Strawberry Kisses

Chapter Thirty

Connor

I’d thought now that everything was out in the open between us, the sex would be slow and sweet—full of whispered “I love yous” and tender touches—but it was anything but. It was like now that we knew exactly how we felt, something had been unleashed inside us, and a tidal wave of intense desire and heat had swept over both of us.

As soon as we set foot in the bedroom, we were on each other, our mouths meeting in frantic kisses as we desperately tried to strip off. I’d deliberately made an effort with my appearance, but now I was cursing my skinny jeans. At least my top came off quickly.

“I want to ride you,” Patrick said, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me closer, the heat of his skin burning against mine. “Please. Let me ride your cock.”

God, that was a visual and a half—Patrick bouncing up and down on my dick, his entire body right there in front of me to touch and tease and watch. Yeah, we were definitely doing that.

“Yes, fuck yes. I want that. I want to watch you use my cock, and I want to watch you come.”

We ended up on the bed, Patrick on top of me as we kissed endlessly, our hands exploring whatever skin we could reach. I gasped as Patrick’s fingers circled my nipples, quickly followed by his talented tongue. God, he really was a fast learner. My hands ran down his back and squeezed his ass, teasing his crack, and he moaned against me. His cock was hard against mine, and I slipped my hand in between our bodies to grip them, jacking them slowly and drawing more beautiful noises from Patrick’s mouth. Every moan and gasp added more fuel to the fire inside me.

“Get the lube. I want to watch you open yourself for me,” I said. “It’s on my bedside table.” Patrick nodded, and with one final kiss, he pulled away to retrieve the bottle. I’d been a fancy bitch and splashed out for the same organic brand Patrick had after I’d experienced first-hand how nice it was. I propped myself up on a mountain of pillows, slowly stroking my cock while Patrick knelt in front of me, facing away from me so I had the perfect view of his ass. He tilted forward, resting on one hand while the other slid between his perfect, thick thighs. It would be a little awkward for him, but I already knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist getting involved. I was too possessive, and I liked being the one to take Patrick apart. Besides how could I just sit here and look at something so delicious without touching it? I was seriously tempted to just spread his cheeks open and fuck his pucker with my tongue, opening him up with it until he was dripping and desperate.

Patrick swore and moaned as he slid a finger inside himself, pumping it in and out before quickly moving up to two. He pressed his shoulders lower to the bed, raising his perfect ass. I was so fucking tempted to fuck him like this instead. It would give me the perfect view of his ass as it worked my cock. But I also wanted to watch his face and feel his cum splattering across my chest. Decisions, decisions. All of them delicious and none of them wrong.

Fuck it, I wanted him like this but with just one adjustment.

“Fuck, you look so sexy, my love,” I said, twisting onto my knees and scooting forward to run my hands down Patrick’s spine. I pressed a kiss to the top of his ass as he slid a third finger into his hole, then pressed more kisses over each vertebra, whispering words between each touch of my lips. “Can I have you like this? Please. You can ride me later.”

“O-okay,” Patrick said. He sounded so desperate to be fucked, I wasn’t sure he cared how he got my dick. “Give it to me. Please.”

“Always, but I just want to do one thing. Turn slightly for me.” Patrick twisted to look at me, confusion mixed with pleasure on his face. “I want you to watch me fuck you in the mirror.” I pointed at the large, full-length mirror that was built into my wardrobe. From our position on the bed, with just a slight turn, we’d be able to see everything. I’d get to watch Patrick’s face as he came, and he’d get to see just how fucking sexy he was. I wanted him to know that, to me, he was the most beautiful man in the universe, and his body was perfect. I’d never found anyone as sexy as I found Patrick.

Patrick paused for a second, then nodded. I smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of his ass, whispering praise under my breath. It took us a moment to readjust our positions, but soon I knelt behind him with Patrick spread out beneath me. His ass was pushed up into the air and looked so delicious I just wanted to stay there and worship it for hours. I gripped my cock and lined up, pushing into his tight, slick ass and watching him fall apart underneath me.

“Oh God, Connor. Give it to me!” Patrick was practically begging as I seated myself inside him. He gripped the sheets and pushed back against me until I was balls deep. I wanted to go slowly, but it was no use. As soon as Patrick pushed back on me, I needed more. My hands found his hips, and I began to move, taking him hard and fast, all the while watching his face in the mirror. His skin glistened with sweat, his eyes wide and almost glassy with pleasure, his mouth hanging open. I’d never seen anything so gorgeous in my life.

“Look at you. So fucking sexy for me, so beautiful. I love you, Patrick,” I said as more endearments dripped from my lips. I wanted him to know just how gorgeous he was with every syllable I spoke and each move of my hips. Patrick cried out as I drove into him, nailing his prostate over and over, his body starting to shake underneath me, and I knew he was close. Pleasure danced across my skin, lighting up each and every one of my nerves like a beacon, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was shooting deep inside him. Patrick reached for his cock, pumping it hard and fast as I matched his strokes. I watched our bodies in the mirror, moving perfectly together, our faces reflecting everything we felt. It felt like we were one and the same as we chased our release.

“C-Connor, I’m going to… I’m…”

“Yes. Come for me. I’m right there with you.” My hands tightened on Patrick’s hips as he cried out, and I stared at our reflections, watching his face contort with pleasure as his cock painted the sheets with thick streaks of cum. His channel tightened around me, pulling my own orgasm out of me with so much force it left me feeling more than a little lightheaded as my cock pulsed inside him. My body was shaking, and my breath was coming in ragged pants. I leant forward and pressed another kiss to the middle of Patrick’s spine and smiled against his skin.

Slowly, I pulled out of Patrick, watching with possessive pleasure as my cum trickled out of his hole. Fuck, that was a beautiful sight. I slid my fingers over the furled muscle, collected cum on my fingers and then slowly pushed it back inside as Patrick groaned.

My cock throbbed between my legs, and I looked down at Patrick, who’d twisted his head to look at me. His mouth was slack and his eyes wide, and little moans fell from his lips. I grinned.

“Are you ready, darling? We’re not finished yet.”

“I feel like we should get food now,” I said after another round of orgasms. I looked up at Patrick from where I was sprawled on the pillow beside him. “I’ve been energetic. I need feeding.”

“Do you want to go next door, or do I need to bring you food here?” he asked with a wry smile.

“I’ll move, mostly because I created the most perfect indoor picnic aesthetic, and I don’t want to waste it. Plus, I really don’t want to get chocolate icing all over the sheets because that just looks bad.” I sighed and sat up slightly, propping myself up on my elbows. I wanted to get up because I’d hardly eaten all day since I’d been so nervous, but I also wanted to stay in bed with this perfect man forever. He was mine now, and I never wanted to let him out of my sight.

That sounded creepier than I’d intended.

Patrick grinned and leant over to kiss me. “You’d better get up then.”

“Fine. But only because I want chocolate cake.” I pressed another quick kiss to Patrick’s mouth and slid my feet off the bed. I didn’t fancy putting my jeans on again, especially because they were tighter than necessary and would severely impact my ability to eat three-quarters of a cake alongside all the bread and cheese I planned on consuming. Instead, I grabbed a pair of loose, pink shorts off the floor and slid them on, not bothering with underwear. I was well aware of the fact that they barely grazed my ass cheeks, and if I bent over even slightly, they would show off my butt. They would be very fun to tease Patrick with for the rest of the evening.

I grabbed an old T-shirt, which was one of Patrick’s that I’d stolen at some point previously, off the floor. It was a soft grey colour and had lost its Patrick smell some time ago. I didn’t want to admit I’d worn it to bed every night until it had finally reached that point. I was tempted to ask him to wear it again and then steal it back. It hung loosely on me, not quite reaching the end of my shorts but almost.

“Is that mine?” Patrick asked from the bed.

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