Page 7 of Patchwork
“Supplies?” Hero prompts.
Right. I shake myself out of my horny stupor just long enough to rummage through my bag for an unopened box ofcondoms and a bottle of lube. I grab what I need then hurry over to him. The bed dips with my weight as I climb on top of him, running my hands over his warm skin as I crawl up to straddle his hips.
He pulls his hand off of his cock and our bare shafts meet for the first time. His skin is silky smooth and radiating heat, his warm breath bathing my face as I lean in close again. I pour some lube onto his fingers then drop the bottle onto the bed.
My lips hover over his, my body aching with anticipation as he slides his slicked fingers over my taint and into my crease in search of my hole. I hold my breath, listening to the way the music in my ears starts to build again as he inches closer to where I want him… where Ineedhim.
“What does it sound like?” Hero asks, our noses bumping and his lips just barely brushing over mine.
I huff out a laugh and jerk my hips impatiently, my breath catching when his slippery fingertips just barely graze my rim.
“Make it something worth listening to and I’ll play it for you on my guitar after.”
A smile curls his lips, and he taps my hole purposefully this time, sending a tremor through me and making me whimper.
“Deal,” Hero growls before catching my mouth in another heated kiss.
Our cocks bump and drag, my barbells catching on his silky skin as he circles my rim with patient strokes, coaxing my hole to soften and relax. Our balls collide and the dribble of his precum mixes with mine when the head of my cock caresses his. He eases the tip of one finger inside me, and I clench around it, desperate for that full feeling.
“More,” I rasp, rocking back to force him deeper.
His knuckle catches on my rim, and he slips in a little deeper. I lap at his tongue, panting into his mouth, grinding myself against him faster. He eases back and I whimper in protest, butinstead of pulling his finger out, he adds a second. I break the kiss to moan, long and low, my cock twitching and throbbing against his.
I brace my hands on his chest and sit up, forcing his fingers as deep as I can.
“Oh, fuck yeah, just like that.” I throw my head back and bounce on them, my cock slapping against my belly just the way he said it would. A wild beat thunders in my ears, louder than our moans or the roar of my pulse, and I do my best to commit it to memory so I can play it for him later like I promised.
“Look at you.” I peel my eyes open and find Hero devouring me with his gaze, dragging his attention from my face to the bounce of my cock, and everywhere in between in a chaotic pattern that refuses to settle in just one spot. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“Look who’s talking.” I laugh, then moan, squeezing his sturdy pecs and licking my lips as I try to take him in while still fucking myself on his fingers.
I reach for the condom and tear the package open with my teeth, circling my hips and clenching around his fingers as I sheathe his cock. Hero slides his fingers out and I hold my breath again, waiting for him to line his cock up with my empty, needy hole. The word “please” falls from my lips over and over without my permission, my skin prickling with heat and my cock spilling an endless stream of sticky precum onto his skin.
He notches the thick head of his cock against my rim, and just like with his fingers, I refuse to wait for him to take his time with me. Holding his gaze, I start to sink down, gasping as he stretches my first ring of muscles. The full, stinging pressure makes my breath catch and my toes curl, building heat in my gut and intensifying the music in my head. My fingers twitch against his chest with the fast, reverberating chords.
Hero sits up, changing the angle just enough that his cock presses right against my prostate. I wail and my cock spasms, spilling more precum. He presses his face against my throat, dragging his nose over my thundering pulse, then following the same path with his tongue.
He runs his hands down my back to my ass, slipping his fingers into my crease again to feel where we’re connected. We both moan as he traces my stretched rim with his fingertips.
“Use me, baby. Take what you need. Make yourself feel good.”
“Fuuuuck,” I moan, snapping my hips erratically until I find the right rhythm, hard and fast, taking him deep over and over.
My lips meet his again and our tongues tangle. Hero’s moans and grunts match mine, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks and his breath heaving as hard as mine. Our kiss gets sloppier and harder to control, our lips bumping and our tongues seeking, but every bouncing thrust pulls our mouths apart again and again.
I knot my fingers in his beard and feed him every needy sound that vibrates past my lips as I ride him wildly, heat and pressure building and building inside me as the music climbs towards a crescendo again. Every thrust of his cock over my prostate makes my thighs quake and my inner muscles clench. Hero peels one hand off of my ass to wrap it around my cock, and I’m fucking done for.
I throw my head back and wail as soon as his thumb drags over the barbell just under my cockhead. My insides clench and then start to pulse, heat and music and waves of pleasure all exploding inside me at the same time as I paint his belly and his hand with rope after rope of my release. Hero moans and bites down hard on my lip ring, his cock matching the throbbing pulses of my pleasure with his own. Our tongues find each otheragain as we grind and gasp and ride the endless melody of our orgasms together until they slowly start to fade.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum as his lips wander to mine again. The kiss is so much slower and sweeter this time, creating a lullaby instead of a rock song. His cock slips out of my tender hole, and we melt into the bed together.
“Was that worth playing for me on your guitar?” he murmurs, and I let out a breathless laugh.
“Very. Just as soon as I can feel my fingers again.”
Hero chuckles and strokes his fingers through my hair.
“We have until sunrise, right?”
