Page 34 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Chapter Eight
Their suite isat the top of a building called Lagoon Tower. There are astounding ocean views through wide windows on one side and a balcony that looks out over the dolphins’ pool on the other. From there, they can see the dolphins playing together, the blue water splashing and rippling as they jump.
Their bedroom opens out to the ocean as well, with a small private balcony. They can’t see any other rooms from where they are, and except for a path that follows the line of the beach, no one can see their private balcony either.
Will stares out at the water. The ocean breeze drifts in, salty and fresh. He takes a long, deep breath, and a lump forms in his throat. As he lets out his breath, he bites his lip. Surely he’s not going to cry? But he might. The thickness in his throat tightens, and he wipes at his eyes.
With the wind in his hair, Will lets the breeze from the glistening, blue ocean calm him. His shoulders relax, his heartbeat slows, and he releases a long, overdue sigh.
South Dakota is half a world away.
He’s here, by the side of the Pacific, breathing new air. The sun seeps into him like a drug, pulling him into a heavy calm. The lump in his throat dissipates, and he relaxes his hold on the responsibilities that eat him alive back home.
“Thanks,” Patrick says to Arvin back in the living room of the suite. A bellboy has left their bags by the big, fluffy couch positioned across from a giant TV screen. Patrick’s voice bounces gently to Will through the open doorways. “We’ve got it from here.”
Then Arvin, who’s escorted them all the way and proceeded to show them all the amenities of the room itself, including the Jacuzzi tub and steam sauna, bids Patrick goodbye. Will closes his eyes against the bright sun, blue-green ocean, and lush green plants, and he waits in anticipation. His nipples rise against his T-shirt despite the sunny heat soaking into his skin. He knows Patrick well enough to guess what comes next on their honeymoon.
A smile lifts his lips.
“Alone at last,” Patrick says from right behind him. His breath tingles on Will’s neck and Will shivers. “So what will we do now, I wonder? With all this free time?”
Turning, Will slings his arms around Patrick’s neck and brings him in for a heated kiss. Patrick responds as enthusiastically as ever, gripping Will’s hips and tugging him forward, grinding their pelvises together. The ocean breeze rushes over them, and the scent of Patrick’s sweat mixes with the salt deliciously.
Tugging at Patrick’s shirt with eager fingers, Will moans, “C’mon. Let’s shower and then get this honeymoon started.”
Between kisses, Patrick doesn’t hesitate to get Will’s shirt off too. “I thought we already got a jump on the sexing part while we were on the plane.”
“Not the same as having you in me.”
“Mmm,” Patrick murmurs as he licks down Will’s neck, giving him goosebumps. “I like the sound of that.”
After the shower, they return to the room damp and aroused. The bed is a California King, wider than necessary, but fun to roll around naked on. Once Will’s monitor is disconnected again and placed on the bedside table, they kiss and stroke, laughing as they traverse the bed, messing up the perfect white comforter and sheets. They wrestle for position, and Will gives in when Patrick playfully slaps his ass.
“I have a present for you,” Patrick says.
“A present?” Will pants, achingly hard, and beyond ready for them to move past making out and get on to full on fucking. He reaches for Patrick’s dick and strokes it roughly. “It better be this right here.”
“It’s a little bit of that and a little bit of…hold on.” Patrick gets up, strolls naked as daylight into the living room, and returns with one of their bags. His cock is mouth-wateringly gorgeous, like always.
Will admires its long, hard length pointing straight up from his sandy-auburn bush of pubic hair. He chews on his lip, wanting to touch and lick it, but Patrick’s got his “man on a mission” face on, so he knows he’ll have to wait.
Patrick tosses the bag on the bed and pulls out a black box with a silver ribbon on it. “Open it.”
Will’s cock throbs with his heartbeat as he takes the gift from Patrick’s hands and removes the ribbon to lift the lid. “I… What is it? How does it work?”
He takes out a flexible, penis-shaped sheath. It’s almost like a very thick condom, except it has a knot near the bottom, and a flat end like a butt-plug. But in the middle of the flat part is a hole, wide and long enough to accommodate a hard dick.
“I plan to fuck you a lot this week,” Patrick says, gripping Will’s hip possessively. “And to avoid a painful trip down memory lane—” Will flashes back to the night they got married in Vegas and the painful morning after. His asshole had been swollen and tender for a few days. “I found this.” He holds the toy up and then slips it onto a dildo he’s also pulled from the bag.
Now Will can see how it works.
“That goes inside me and then you…fuck it?”
“I fuckyou. But, yes. I’ll put my dick in the hole here. The sheath prevents too much friction for you, and it’s lined inside with ridges to increase sensation for me.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Exactly. And this knot here,” Patrick fingers it gently, “helps hold it in. Not to mention it’ll nail your prostate. When I thrust, the knot will massage your gland a lot more firmly than my dick alone.”
