Page 33 of Patchwork
I grab his hips and spin him around. He braces his hands on the counter and thrusts his ass back towards me, wiggling it temptingly in my direction.
“Come on, sweetness. I’ve been so fucking horny to have your cock inside me I can hardly breathe,” he begs.
I grind against the swell of his ass cheek, kissing along the back of his neck and undoing the button on his wet jeans. He cranes his neck, and we fumble through a strained, needy kiss while we both shed our clothes, dropping them haphazardly on the floor to soak up the puddles. I groan when my bare cock meets his smooth, warm skin. I don’t know the first thing about music, especially not the way Onyx does, but I run my hands over him like he’s my favorite instrument, playing him by memory, drawing sweet whimpers with the pinch of my fingers around his stiff nipples and throaty gasps when I tease his cock with my fingertips. He dribbles precum and I catch it on the padsof my fingers, rubbing it around the barbell and his sensitive crown to make him whine my name.
I kiss my way down his spine, imagining more tattoos I can add to his patchwork in the bare spots still left on his skin. He arches his back and thrusts his cock into my loose grip. When I reach the base of his spine, I sink to my knees and grab his ass in both hands. Onyx melts onto the counter with a whine as I spread his cheeks, and my cock jerks and drools at the sight of his pretty pink hole. I drag my dry thumb lightly over his rim, watching his hole clench in response and his balls tighten. His cock swings between his spread thighs, and I sink a little lower to drag my tongue slowly up his shaft, taking my time flicking and teasing each barbell in the ladder.
“We should go to my bedroom. I don’t have any condoms out here,” I murmur, catching another slick of precum on my tongue and kneading his cheeks in my hands.
Onyx pushes up onto his toes, thrusting impatiently.
“What if…” He drags in a ragged breath. “What if I haven’t had sex with anyone else. Do we still need one?”
My heart stutters and my thoughts grind to a screeching halt. He hasn’t fucked anyone else? In how long?
And then the rest of his question registers. He’s asking if I’ve fucked anyone else. He’s asking if I want to fuck him bare.
“I’m negative and it’s been… a while.” I don’t want to tell him how long. There’s no way he won’t think I’m clingy and needy and hopelessly falling for him if I tell him I haven’t touched anyone else since the night we met.
“Then let’s stay here.” He cants his hips again.
I groan and take his invitation, diving in to bury my face between his ass cheeks.
ONYX
Hero’s beard rasps against my skin and his hot, wet tongue laps at my hole, making my knees weak and my cock throb. He’s going to fill me up bare. His cock is going to stretch my hole with nothing between us. And, maybe for the first time, he actually heard me when I implied that there hasn’t been anyone else. Heat coils in my gut and I claw helplessly at the counter, his tongue wiggling inside to make my rim flutter and all of my nerve endings spark.
There’s a bottle of olive oil out on the counter. I eye it while I pant and grind against the greedy lap of Hero’s tongue. If he doesn’t have condoms on him, I’m sure he doesn’t have lube either. Fuck it, this will do.
“Here,” I groan, reaching for the bottle. “Use this.”
He stops rimming me for a second to chuckle.
“I’ve heard of weirder lube. Remind me to tell you a funny rumor about a contractor I know,” he says, taking the bottle from me and uncapping it.
He drags his slippery fingers through my crease and teases them around my rim, and I can feel his touch all the way through my cock, from root to tip. His hot, wet tongue laps at my taint as he eases the tip of his finger past my soft ring of muscles.
“Mm, you already feel almost ready for me,” he murmurs, nibbling at my rim and slowly fucking one finger in and out.
“I might have taken a nice,loooongshower before you got home earlier,” I say breathlessly, my toes curling against the tile floor and my balls getting heavier with every teasing stroke of his finger.
Hero grunts and licks deeper, wiggling his tongue inside me right alongside his finger.
“Getting yourself all nice and soft for me? All stretched out and relaxed to take my cock?”
I bobble my head and swivel my hips, my cock dragging against the hard surface of the cupboard.
“Were you thinking about me?” He nips at the sensitive flesh on the inner edge of my crease and fucks me a little harder with his finger, adding a second one before crooking them to find my prostate.
I groan and arch my hips. “Always. I’m always thinking about you.”
Hero makes a strangled groaning sound and eases his fingers out, clambering to his feet. He drapes himself over me from behind, his chest against my back, his beard tickling the back of my shoulder, his warm breath on my ear. His cock nudges my hole, the head catching on the rim with every twitch of his hips.
“Please,” I whimper.
He braces one hand over mine, tangling our fingers together, and nudges my feet a little wider apart with his, and then he thrusts again. This time his cockhead doesn’t just tease my rim, it stretches it slowly as he eases inside.
I moan, letting my head loll back, sinking into the feeling of his strong body pinning me down, relaxing my hole to greedily swallow more of him. He grunts my name, bringing his hips flush with my ass and filling me to the hilt with his hard cock.
