Page 49 of Patchwork
I’m too impatient to have my hands on him again to wait. As soon as I’m naked, I get on my knees and meet him at the edge of the bed, tugging unhelpfully at his jeans and using my tongue to trace the shape of one of the rose tattoos on his chest. My cock bumps his belly, leaving a streak of precum on his skin, and I catch his stiff nipple gently between my teeth.
Hero gasps and jerks his hips, finally shoving his pants down and kicking them off. As soon as his cock springs free, I wrap my hand around it, finding his lips at the same time so I can taste the vibration of his moan on my tongue. His impatient lust tastes like whiskey and sounds like the frantic opening notes of a song I’ll write tomorrow.
“Onyx,” he groans my name, rolling his hips slowly to thrust into my loose grip.
“Kaiden,” I say with a teasing lilt, flicking my tongue over his already damp bottom lip before catching it between my teeth roughly.
He gasps again, crawling onto the bed while I lead him by his cock, stroking my thumb over his crown on every upstroke and squeezing his base with every down. The rhythm our mouths find together feels like the conversation we’ve been meaning to have for years, the version of everything we said in the living room, except this part doesn’t need words. This part is primal. It’s gut deep. It’s animal.
I stop stroking him and he pins my hands above my head, using his knees to push my thighs apart and blanketing my body with his. He breaks the kiss and turns his head to drag his tongue along the shape of the tattoos on my bicep, the same way I used my tongue to trace his before. He licks the rainbow flag he inked two years ago in Chicago, the guitar he did in Iowa City a couple of summers ago, the turtle he gave me one spring when I made him stop on the way to the hotel room to save a turtle that wastrying to cross a busy road. They’re a patchwork of memories, parts of Hero permanently and beautifully etched on my skin.
“I’ve been falling in love with you since the first second I laid eyes on you,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. He stops his exploration of my tattoos and his eyes meet mine. “I do know you. It was just so much easier to keep you in a box so my heart would be safe.”
“Fuck safe,” I say, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“Fuck safe,” he agrees, and we collide in another kiss.
His cock drags against mine, but this time there’s nothing between us to keep me from feeling the silky tug of every thrust and the heat of his skin against mine. Our drooling precum mixes every time his cockhead kisses mine, and new notes crash inside my head with every inch of his body that touches me.
“Lube,” I mutter. “Nightstand.”
He chuckles against my lips and manages to pry himself off me just long enough to reach over and grab the nearly full bottle from the drawer. My cock jerks at thesnickof the cap as he flicks it open and pours a generous amount onto his fingers. He’s as impatient as I am, not wasting any time before he slips his slicked fingers between my legs and into my crease. He inches my legs farther apart with his thighs and braces his free hand on the pillow next to my head, gazing down at me with adoration in his eyes as his fingertips stroke over my rim.
That look in his eyes, soft and sweet and so desperately vulnerable, is why love songs are written. My heart pounds and I can’t stop smiling, even when our lips meet again, even when his fingers ease inside of me and make everything hot and achy and more needy than I’ve ever felt before. I smile against his mouth as I moan, rocking my hips to get his fingers deeper, to get him to hit that spot inside of me that makes the music crescendo.
His knuckles tug at my rim and he strokes my inner muscles, coaxing them to relax, teasing me with the promise of his cock while he rasps praise against my lips.
“Don’t make me wait, Kaid,” I whimper. “Just give it to me.”
He chuckles again, his erection dragging against my thigh and his fingers crooking just right to make me choke on my plea. He doesn’t make me wait though. He eases his fingers out of me slowly and presses the head of his cock against my eager hole.
“Say it again,” he whispers, circling my rim with his cockhead, smearing lube and precum over my sensitive nerve endings to make every inch of me twitchy with impatience.
“What, sweetness?” I dig my fingers into his pecs and curl my toes, arching against him.
“My name.”
“Kaiden,” I whimper. He rocks forward, nudging my rim. “Kaiden,” I pant again, sliding my hands up to his shoulders for a better grip. “Kaiden.”
He moans, low and long, and fills me slowly with his cock, stretching my inner muscles, reaching deep parts of me that send sparks along my skin and change the notes in my head to something more electric. As soon as he’s fully seated, I wrap my arms and legs around him and just feel the full weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, the way our heartbeats sync up, and for a minute we just lie there, as connected as two people possibly can be.
He rocks back and the stroke of his cock inside me makes my eyelids flutter. It makes my cock spasm against his belly, and my nipples tighten.
“Please,” I gasp.
For a long time, I thought sex with Hero was so good because I was always waiting for it, always craving it, cravinghim. But weeks together, making each other cum every day, hasn’t dulled the needy ache I feel for him. It hasn’t taken the edge off of thepassion in every kiss or the desperation out of his touch. And the way our bodies move together now puts all the other times to shame.
Our moans echo off the bedroom walls and the bed creaks and groans under us, our skin slapping with the wild, frenzied rhythm we find. There’s no such thing as deep enough or hard enough. We kiss like this is the last time… except it’s so much better than that. It’s more like a first time. The first time that we both know this means something, the first time I can whimper his name in between thrusts, the first time there’s no question in either of our minds that therewillbe a tomorrow for us.
Sweat slicks our skin and our kisses become clumsy from the jarring thrusts and our untempered moans. Hero fills me over and over, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back and my body quake, creating new symphonies with every frantic stroke.
“Kaiden,” I wail his name for what has to be the millionth time since I learned it an hour ago. “Oh fuck, I’m… Ungh.”
He grunts and reaches between us, wrapping his hand around my cock. As soon as his fingers close around my shaft, I’m done for. My insides clench around him and my vision gets blurry, the notes in my head scattering in a thousand directions at once as I throw my head back and let the pleasure wash over me. My cum spills over his knuckles and onto both of us, my hole clenches and pulses around him, and with my name on his lips, his thrusts become erratic before he slams home one last time and follows me into the abyss.
We pant and gasp, grinding together through every dizzying pulse of our orgasms until Hero collapses on top of me in a breathless, sticky heap, and the music fades to a lullaby.
HERO
