Page 54 of Strawberry Kisses

Chapter Twenty-Four

Connor

That settled it, nothing was stopping me now. I untucked my legs from underneath me and slid off the sofa, stretching out a hand to Patrick. “Let’s go upstairs then.”

Patrick nodded and took my hand. I checked his expression for any hint of nerves or uncertainty, expecting to find at least a little, but there was nothing. I’d keep checking, of course, because I knew people could change their mind at a moment’s notice, and I didn’t ever want Patrick to feel uncomfortable. Still I trusted him to be open with me and to tell me if something changed.

We made our way towards the stairs hand in hand, and I gestured at Patrick to go up the narrow stairs first, mostly because I was a selfish man and I wanted to watch his beautiful ass as we climbed. It was so round and juicy, like the most perfect peach. And it was going to be all mine. When I’d first touched his hole in the shower while I was blowing him, I’d noticed the instantaneous effect it’d had, and I’d neatly stored the information away for later. Patrick said he’d been playing with a dildo, which I was going to get him to do while I watched one day because I wanted to know exactly how he touched himself, but that was leagues away from having an experienced and thoughtful partner who was pretty damn good at using what he’d been given.

And if it sounded like I was bragging, I was. Just a little.

I knew I was good with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, and I’d had enough sex over the years, from the fantastic to the extremely mediocre, to know how to make it good for my partner. Since this was the first time Patrick was considering putting something in his ass that wasn’t made of silicone, I was going to make sure it was fucking amazing for him.

Patrick closed the bedroom door behind us just in case Whiskey decided to suddenly make an appearance. Although I didn’t think it was likely because Patrick had said he only liked lying on the bed first thing in the morning when the sun shone through the window. Silly furball.

I pulled Patrick into my arms at the end of the bed, kissing him slowly and sliding my fingers under his T-shirt to tug it off over his head. I loved Patrick’s body—broad and soft with wide shoulders and arms that made me feel so snug every time I was wrapped in them. His chest was dusted with dark blond hair that ran down his torso and into his jeans. I’d never been a fan of waxed chests, which was slightly hypocritical of me since I’d been doing mine for years. Although that was mostly because it was easier to do pole shirtless without the added friction of chest hair.

I reached for my own T-shirt as Patrick’s fell to the floor, then dropped it alongside his before reaching for my jeans. I debated leaving my briefs on and drawing this out, but I was horny and wanted to get to the more exciting part of the afternoon, so I slid them off and toed off the little pink trainer socks I’d been wearing. Patrick had slid his jeans and underwear off too, and I sighed happily as the rest of his body was exposed. The man had amazing thighs and a nice dick of his own. One day I was going to slide down onto it and ride it until we were both dripping with sweat and absolutely exhausted. But not today.

“On the bed,” I said, giving him a final sweet kiss. “On your back. Make yourself comfy.” I gave him a little smile. “Is the lube in the drawer?” I pointed to the bedside table which had a reading lamp, a stack of well-thumbed books, and a box of tissues on it. That reminded me that I should ask him whether he’d enjoyed the romance novel I’d given him. He’d not said anything, but I’d noticed that he’d been seventy percent through when I’d last opened my Kindle. I’d ask him later. Now wasn’t really the time.

Patrick nodded as he pulled the duvet back and settled himself in the middle of the bed, stacking the pillows up behind him. I walked quickly over to the table and pulled out a bottle of organic lube from the drawer, which was tucked in next to a flesh-coloured dildo. I smiled to myself because it was so utterly Patrick to get the good stuff, not just the cheap shit you could get at Tesco or Boots. The last cheap lube I had tried to use had been flavoured, and as soon as the guy had smeared it on my ass, it had started burning. That had ended that pretty quickly.

I placed the bottle on the bed within easy reach before climbing onto the mattress. Patrick was smiling at me, and I couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him gently. We had all the time in the world, and I was going to make the most of it. I moved between his thighs, kissing him again before slowly making my way along his jaw and down his neck, cataloguing the little hitches in Patrick’s breath and the soft moans when I found a particularly sensitive spot on his collarbone. His hands skimmed over my shoulders and down my back as I moved lower, pressing kisses down his chest. Patrick gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the hardening nub.

“Do you like that?” I asked as I kissed across his chest, looking up at him through my lashes. Patrick nodded and I smiled. “Words, honey. Tell me.”

“Y-yeah, that feels so good.” He gasped again as I gently nipped the other nipple and then soothed it with my tongue.

“Good.” I slowly trailed my mouth lower, taking my time to explore every inch of Patrick’s torso. And if I drove him slightly mad in the process, then that was all the better. I wanted him to want me, need me, more than anything. I wanted to make this experience so memorable that nothing and nobody else would ever come close. In the back of my mind, I was still convinced that whatever this was between us would have to end, and if it did, I wanted to ensure that Patrick remembered me forever.

My own cock was maddeningly hard as I slid farther down the bed, feeling the delicious touch of friction from the sheets against the sensitive head. But today I wasn’t going to be selfish, and my own needs would have to wait, at least for a little bit. It would be utterly worth it in the end when I was buried inside Patrick.

I kissed down Patrick’s hip, laving my tongue over the hot skin. His cock was hard against his stomach, the head beaded with precum. I kissed across his abdomen and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, loving the way he gasped and swore. It was so tempting to swallow him down and suck him until he was a babbling mess again, but that would have to wait for another time. I pulled off with a soft pop and reached for the lube.

“I’m going to prep you now.” I looked up at him, studying his face for any sign of discomfort. That was the thing about knowing Patrick so well—every twitch of his face, every small expression was familiar to me. I’d understand if he was nervous, but if he looked uncomfortable in any way, I would put the brakes on here and now.

“Okay.” Patrick nodded. “Do it, please. I need you.” He spread his legs a little farther, bending his legs and pulling his knees up, giving me perfect access to him. I sat up on my knees, so I could watch all of him because this was a sight I didn’t want to miss. What had I done to deserve someone so wonderful? The lube opened with a little snick, and I poured some onto my fingers. Patrick gasped as I ran my slick fingers across his sensitive rim, teasing him, then groaned as I slowly pushed one finger into him.

“Fuck!”

“Does my finger feel better than yours?” I asked teasingly as I gently began to pump it in and out of him. I wasn’t sure how much Patrick had used the dildo, but given that the bottle of lube looked to be about half-full, I was going to guess it got a fair bit of use. A little possessive feeling curled around my heart. This might not be the first time, or tenth, that Patrick had had something inside him, but it was the first time he wasn’t alone. I was the one who got to touch him, and I loved that I was the only person who’d seen him like this. I wasn’t quite sure I’d ever be able to give up the feeling.

One finger slowly became two, and Patrick moaned as I gently rubbed his prostate, driving him a little insane with my touches. I wanted him desperate and on edge when I finally sank into him. I wanted him to be thinking about nothing but me and my cock. By the time two fingers became three, Patrick was gasping and moaning, his hands gripping the sheets.

“P-please, Connor. Please. Stop teasing, just give it to me.”

“Give you what?” I asked, grinning at him like the little bastard I was. I knew I was teasing him, my touches aimed at driving him wild but not getting him off. I wrapped my other hand around his cock, stroking it slowly as I pumped three fingers in and out of his hole. “My fingers? Did you want four?” I rubbed my thumb across his slit. “My tongue?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Patrick said, already sounding perfectly desperate. “With your cock. Please, give me your cock.”

“Of course, babe. Anything you want.” I leant over him to kiss him softly, licking my tongue into his mouth. I slowly eased my fingers out of him and reached for the lube, adding a little more to his ass and then slicking my cock. A tiny part of me wondered whether fucking him like this was too personal, but I pushed that thought away immediately. I wanted to watch Patrick’s face as he took my cock for the first time, wanted to see the way he fell apart underneath me. And I wanted to be able to kiss him, touch him… love him. I didn’t want some impersonal hookup where the focus was just on getting off. I wanted to make love to the man I loved and bring him pleasure.

“I’m going to go slowly,” I said, kissing him again. “If you want to stop at any point, just tell me.”

“You’re not going to break me,” Patrick said, a dry, wry smile spreading across his lips. “Just fuck me already.”

I was utterly tempted to come back with some snarky comment, but instead I gripped my cock and slowly pressed it into him, watching the way Patrick’s eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open, his plush lips slick and perfect as a deep groan slid out of them. I took my time because no matter what Patrick’s opinion was on the subject, taking a real dick was different than taking a dildo. Mostly because he’d been using the dildo on himself and thus was well aware of his body and his reactions, but I knew none of that. So I was going slowly. This time.

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