Page 11 of Patchwork
I groan and another throbbing pulse of desperation racks my body. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and Onyx wails with pleasure, arching up off the couch and tugging hard at my hair.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he pants.
His thick cock stretches my lips wide. I relax my tongue and the back of my throat, taking him in slowly, teasing his barbells with my tongue as I swallow down each inch. The weight of himon my tongue, the salty taste of his skin and precum, is enough to make my balls tighten and my cock throb untouched again, swaying between my thighs.
His thick head bumps the back of my throat, and my muscles constrict as I gag, but I swallow through it instead of fighting it, taking his long, stiff cock deeper.
“It’s so good,” he whimpers, rocking his hips carefully.
I grunt and dig my fingers into his ass cheeks to encourage him.Fuck my throat, take what you need.All I’ve ever wanted is to be Onyx’s favorite fuck toy. My cock spasms and drools again, my body heating from head to toe.
“Fuck,” Onyx grunts, thrusting faster, a blush creeping over his skin from his chest to his neck, all the way up to color his face.
His cock gets even stiffer between my lips, swelling against my tongue.
“I’m close.” He tugs on my hair again, but instead of pulling me onto his cock, he’s trying to yank me off. “Come here. I need you, Hero. Please, hurry,” he gasps, his hands trembling as he pulls me closer.
The taste of his precum is still on my tongue and my lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen as I scramble up to blanket him again. As soon as I’m close enough, he wraps a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. Our bodies crash together in a wild frenzy, hands groping, lips and tongues ravishing each other, our aching cocks pressed together. With Onyx’s legs wrapped around me, and one foot on the floor for leverage, I grind against him.
The barbells lining his shaft roll and tug at my sensitive skin with every eager thrust. My balls constrict and the pool of heat in my gut churns. I slide my hands under his ass again, digging my fingers into his soft flesh and humping him faster, matching the frantic pace of his moans. His whole body trembles and hisbreath comes out in uneven huffs. He’s right on the edge, and so am I.
I reach between us and squeeze his nipple just the way he likes, and Onyx bites down, sucking a bruise onto my throat exactly the way I was fantasizing about earlier. We both shout, and with one more wild thrust, we explode together. His cock pulses against mine, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum down my shaft that slick our skin with every shuddering snap of my hips. Mine finds the same throbbing rhythm, spilling between us, my cum mixing with his, both of us panting each other’s names as we paw at each other and moan loud enough to rattle the windows.
We hump and grind until we’re both spent and sticky, trading clumsy kisses. I brush the sweaty, damp hair off of Onyx’s forehead and sag on top of him.
“I still can’t believe you’re not leaving tomorrow morning,” I confess with a breathless chuckle, nuzzling the crook of his neck and lapping up a few stray beads of sweat.
“You say that now,” he says with a sleepy laugh. “In a week you’ll be dying to get rid of me.”
“I wouldn’t count on that, rockstar,” I murmur around a yawn, my body getting heavier by the second.
I try to fight the undertow of exhaustion. We should take a shower. We should go to the bedroom where we can actually get comfortable. More than that, before we sleep, we should talk about what he wants me to tell people while he’s here. In all these years, I’ve never told the guys about the hookups. As far as they know Onyx and I are friends, and I tattoo him. They barely buy that now, and there’s no way they’ll believe that he’s staying here for three months, sleeping in my bed, tagging along everywhere I go as a friend.
But the slowing rhythm of his breathing is only lulling me to sleep faster. He drags his fingers slowly up and down my spineand starts to hum a quiet, slow tune I haven’t heard before, and I’m powerless to fight it any longer. I let the tension ease out of my body, and I fall asleep right there, awkwardly tangled on the couch with the rockstar I’m trying like hell not to fall in love with.
Chapter 6
FOUR YEARS AGO
ONYX
Idon’thavethefirst clue what time it is, aside fromfucking late. Or maybe it’s early at this point. All I really know is that it’s half past two orgasms each and hours still until the sun will be up. My cock is spent and flaccid, sticky against my thigh as I lean against the headboard and play my guitar for Hero just like I promised.
My fingers move over the strings with a mind of their own, my body still humming with the melody of Hero’s hands all over me, his cock filling me, our combined moans as we fell apart together. The feeling of his fingers casually brushing back and forth across my thigh now is a steady, hypnotic beat of its own that makes me wish I could conjure up drums to let him hear what this touch sounds like too.
He lies next to me, just as naked as I am, the moonlight dancing over his tattooed chest, his eyes fixed on me like I’m the most interesting person alive. The crazy part is, it’s the same way he looked at mebeforehe knew who I was.
“Is it weird?” Hero asks.
“What? Picking up a gorgeous tattoo artist and begging him to fuck my brains out?” I chuckle and strum a little faster, remembering the music of my thundering heart when we kissed in the elevator.
“No, the mixed-up senses thing. Hearing touch.”
“Is it weirdnothearing touch?” I counter, arching an eyebrow at him and switching up the song I’m playing to a different one entirely. Instead of passionate and frantic, this one is filled with the anxious tremor of my nerves before the tattoo earlier.
I look over at my shoulder, amazed the bandage stayed in place through all that, and I grin.
“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it.” He laughs.
