Page 23 of Patchwork
I’d be embarrassed by the whimper I let out when Onyx breaks the kiss, but the heat in his eyes lets me know we’re on the same page. With a helpless twitch of his hips, rocking his cock against mine, he manages to fumble for the bottle of bodywash on the shower shelf.
“Let’s get clean, so we can get dirty again.” He flips the cap open and gives me a wicked look before squirting the bodywash over both of us. Stripes of soapy gel land on my chest and shoulders, and slowly creep down towards my belly.
We dive back into a kiss, and this time our wandering hands create a thick lather. I drag my palms across his chest, gathering the bubbles, and then palm his ass cheeks again, slipping my soapy fingers into his crease.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Onyx moans as my fingers glide over his tight, puckered hole.
“Tell me about where you went on tour the last few months,” I say, reaching for the bodywash again with my free hand while I circle his hole with my index finger.
He wheezes out a laugh and shakes his wet hair off of his forehead. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”
I pour soap right onto my fingers and nod at him with a filthy smirk. “Mm-hmm. Tell me every city you’ve been to in the last three months.”
I bring my slippery fingers back to his rim and ease the tip of one inside. He gasps and sways into me, bracing his hands on my chest, his cock bouncing against mine with a throbbing spasm and a dribble of sticky precum that the shower quickly washes away.
“Alright, after we left Milwaukee, we went to Minneapolis, then Des Moines, Kansaaaaa!”
I sink my finger a few inches deeper, swirling it around inside his rim to get a nice lather going with the soap.
“I don’t think I’m familiar with Kansaaaa,” I murmur, nibbling on his jaw, his stubble grating on my lips and tongue. “What state is that in?”
“Mi… Mi… Missouri,” he pants, bucking his hips and forcing my finger a little deeper.
“Mm.” I lick across his chin towards his lips again. “Then where did you go?”
“Wichita.” Onyx whimpers. “Fuck, give me more.”
He wraps his soapy hand around my cock. The slippery tug makes my toes curl, and I work my finger in and out of his sweet little hole faster. He clenches and relaxes, making delicious noises with every thrust of my finger inside of him.
“Where else did you go, rockstar?” I ask, flicking my tongue along the seam of his lips before adding a second finger.
His inner muscles flutter and he rubs himself against me wildly, his hand still wrapped around my cock, tugging and teasing but not even trying to get me off.
“Denver, Aurora, Salt Lake City, Reno, Las Vegas.” After he rattles off the names, he pries his hand away and reaches over to turn off the water. “I think we’re clean.”
ONYX
This gorgeous jackass with his magic fingers and sexy fucking laugh cannot possibly care this much about my tourschedule. And I’d much rather find a better use for my mouth than listing every boring city I’ve been to in the last twelve weeks.
His fingers slip out of my hole, and I bite back a whimper as I push him out of the shower, not bothering to grab any towels. I can’t get enough of the feeling of his slick skin against mine, the wet heat of his mouth, the honey flavored sound of his sweet, rich laughter as I snake my tongue around his and walk him backward into the bedroom.
The music in my ears is the same dizzying, bass-heavy beat I’ve been trying to write lyrics to for three months, as we stumble towards the bed with our hands all over each other and our hard cocks rubbing like we’re trying to start a fire with them.
“Let me eat your hole,” he murmurs.
“Only if I can suck your cock,” I barter between tongue-heavy kisses.
“You drive a hard bargain.” Hero chuckles against my lips before we tumble into bed in a wet, naked heap, soaking the comforter immediately as we roll together, lost in a hungry kiss and mesmerized by all the ways our bodies find to wrap around each other.
I end up on my stomach with my face buried in a pillow and my ass in the air.
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this,” he purrs, parting my ass cheeks and blowing a hot breath over my achingly empty hole.
“I thought you said you didn’t think about me.”
“I said I tried not to,” he says, his soft beard tickling the sensitive skin on the inner edges of my ass cheeks before he licks a wet stripe from my balls to my hole.
My toes curl and my cock jerks and dribbles. I cant my hips and whimper. Hero swirls his tongue around my rim, then wiggles it inside me, sending electric sparks straight through mycock. He groans hungrily, and the sound vibrates against my hole and my inner muscles as he licks me deeper.
