Page 45 of Patchwork
I scoff and shake my head. “Don’t be stupid, sweetness. Now, say something dirty.”
I wiggle around a little so I can prop my phone up, and then I shimmy my tight jeans off and kick them away. Hero watches it all with a dreamy, amused look on his face, waiting for me to settle back into place before he says anything else.
“Something dirty?” he murmurs. “Like how I can’t wait to get my hands on that perky ass of yours again?”
I hum in approval. “Yeah? What do you want to do when you get your hands on it?”
I rock my hips, dragging my stiffening cock against the bed, my barbells catching on the fabric of my briefs, and I imagine Hero underneath me instead of a thousand miles away.
“My fantasies are endless, but I really want to eat that pretty pink hole of yours until my jaw is sore and your legs are shaking. I want my spit dripping down your balls and your cock hard and leaking while I make a meal out of you.” His voice gets huskier, and I can see his shoulder moving.
“Show me,” I whimper, nodding down and hoping he’ll get my drift as I rock my hips a little faster.
Hero tilts his phone and gives me a nice shot straight down his body, his sheets kicked off to the side, a pair of shorts down around his hairy thighs, and his other hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping himself slowly. I muffle a moan into the pillow and slip a hand underneath myself to tease the head of my cock.
“Fuck, I want to suck you so bad,” I whine. “I love having your cock in my mouth. And then, right before you’re about to blow, I want you to stuff your dick into my tight ass and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”
His moan crackles through the phone and I watch his cockhead swell and dribble in his grip. Mine aches in response, more slick precum pooling and dripping from my piercing, clinging to my fingers as I drag them back and forth over my crown.
“I love watching you bounce on my cock, rockstar. I love that big cock of yours slapping against your belly when I fuck you. I love the sounds you make right before you come.” He grunts, stroking himself faster.
I wrap my hand fully around my cock and match his rhythm, fucking into my grip and trying like hell to pretend it’s Hero’s hand instead.
“No one makes me come as hard as you do,” I pant.
Hero moans loudly again and his thighs tremble. Our dirty talk fades when all either of us can do is gasp and grunt, jerking ourselves furiously. I’m vaguely aware of the sounds coming from outside, and it’s possible they can hear my moans when I stop trying to muffle them, but all I really care about is Hero’s strangled voice whispering my name and the sound of his hand moving over his cock.
My balls pull tighter, and my insides turn molten hot, clenching and aching from the partial satisfaction of only having Hero on the phone and not here in bed with me. My eyes are glued to the screen and I run my tongue over my lips, imagining I can taste his kiss lingering there.
“Onyx, fuck,” he rasps, arching his hips off the bed. His cock flushes and his groans get louder just before the first sticky rope of cum lands across his hairy belly.
My cock spasms in response, stiffening and twitching in my fist, my cum flooding my briefs as my orgasm washes over me in toe-curling waves. My eyelids try to close, but I don’t want to miss a second of the show on my phone, Hero’s orgasm going on and on as he strokes himself through spurt after spurt of his release. I whimper and whine, grinding into my fist as I ride out my own pleasure until my balls are drained and tingling and my whole body feels heavy with the kind of peaceful relief I haven’t felt in months.
The image on screen blurs and wobbles, and his face reappears. He looks flushed and sweaty, grinning at me as he sucks in breaths.
“We could still argue if you want, but I have to warn you, it’ll be hard to rile me up right now,” he jokes, and I chuckle.
“I think I’m good,” I murmur.
I shimmy my cum-stained underwear off, using them to mop up the cum still clinging to my softening dick, then toss them aside to deal with later.
“Stay on the phone with me a few more minutes?” I say through a yawn. I can already feel sleep trying to drag me under, in spite of the loud party still raging. But the thought of ending the call feels impossible.
“Sure thing, rockstar.”
Neither of us say anything else, but the sound of his breathing as my eyelids get heavier is all I need. I don’t know if it’s my imagination in my half-asleep state, but before I’m pulled all the way under, I think I hear him whisper “Sweet dreams.”
Chapter 21
PRESENT
ONYX
Thelightpitterpatterof raindrops against my window reminds me I’m waking up in Seattle. I reach for the empty side of my bed anyway, maybe just to torture myself since I know Hero isn’t there.
Stepping into my apartment yesterday was even more of a reminder that this isn’t home. I don’t think it ever really was. I roll onto my back and pry my eyes open. I think I was happy when I first moved to Seattle, sharing a two-bedroom apartment with a dude who turned out to be pretty chill, but that feels like a lifetime ago. Now all I can think about is getting this meeting with Van over with and getting back to Fall Crosse as fast as possible.
I ignore my phone on my nightstand as I drag myself out of bed. I don’t need any distractions this morning. I just need to get myself ready, deal with this contract issue, and book a flight home.
