Loud knocking interrupts us and I answer the door after seeing he's too shaken up to move. Two police officers step inside and ask both of us a list of questions. After jotting everything down, they have a look around, before getting in their car to leave. As soon as their car lights disappear down the road, we both walk across the way to my house with Mr. Wiggles trailing our steps. With no words exchanged between us, Patrick follows me to my room and tears off all his clothes before crawling under the covers with me. We both laugh as his dog curls up beside my cat, Silver, on the floor next to the door. Too exhausted from tonight’s excitement, we fall into an easyrhythm, and I lock my body around him, more positive than before that I’ll never be able to let him go.
Hours later my eyes flash open when a warm body wiggles against mine and a whimper climbs up Patrick's throat as he presses his hardening cock into my thigh.
Stroking his cheek, I bury my nose in his hair when he shoves his face in my neck. “What's wrong, Little Bo? You need help falling back to sleep?”
“Mhm.” He rocks against me, more cries coming from him. “I need it so bad.” His tip leaks over my skin and my cock jolts.
“Tell me how you want me to help you, baby,” I say lowly in his ear.
“My cock needs to be touched. It needs release.”
“Shh. I'll take care of you, don't worry. You want to remind me how you like to be touched again?”
Nodding, his eyes roll back as his fingers glide over his silky looking skin and after three long strokes, I take over for him, mocking his movements I've seen here and on camera. His breaths stutter and he chases his pleasure, fucking up into my closed fist. Skin warming against my palm, he quickens his thrusts and I keep still to let him take what he needs.
“That's it. Release your bad day on me, sweetheart. Soak my cock with it.”
His breaths hitch when I slide my straining dick between his and my hand, hips moving in sync with his. His moans are like pretty melodies and I connect my mouth to his, licking inside his mouth as we move together, bodies pressed tight and creating wonderful friction.
“You feel incredible, Bo. So perfect and like you were meant to always be right where you are.”
“I'm going to come,” he murmurs. “It's….oh I like this way too much. “I don't think I can go back to my hand.”
I grind against him harder, rolling my fingers over the both of us as our cock heads brush together, creating paralyzing sensations. Digging his nails into my hip, he comes between us and I follow behind him only seconds later, knowing I can't go back to anything before this. Not my hand, not other guys and not sleeping in my bed without being pressed to his naked body.
“Now I can finally see why you made so many sounds while you tasted yourself.” Without another beat, I drop down on the bed to lick at his stomach, the both of us exploding on my tongue. I lap at his cock, suckling on his head and he whimpers, arching his hips. After cleaning up salty drops from the front and back of his shaft, I trail my tongue up his pubic area and lap my tongue along his happy trail.
I press a kiss above his belly button, saving his nipples for later and travel back up to where his mouth is. Wanting to see if he moans loudly when he has both of our cum on his tongue as much as he does when he's eating his, I plunge mine into his mouth, twirling it around his while spitting down his throat.
His moans shift to animalistic sounds and he seeks out more, sucking at my tongue after licking over my teeth. We share more bruising and rough kisses before his tip starts to dribble from needing attention again. And I want to keep him like this. Wetting himself and preferring not to come without me telling him to show me. We'll worry about where the fire and severed finger came from later and whether or not we should prepare for more of either soon. It wasn't an accident. I'll find out who started it and make them regret their decision to mess with the wrong fucking house.
But right now, I'm going to keep letting my little Bo come until he can't anymore.
Sixteen
Patrick
A warm body presses harder to mine, nails digging into my hip and when I try to move forward, I'm yanked back, Nicolas's grip tightening on me. It was all real. Last night actually happened and I could have fucking died. A smoky scent lingers on both of our skin and there is no way to deny me almost burning to death. How far away was he when he saw it? How'd he know what a hard sleeper I was?
It doesn't matter. I'm alive because of him. Nicolas saved me. My moody neighbor who stomped over here many times to scold me and remind me I don't belong here, came to my rescue last night. He's also the man I've been chatting to online, paying to watch me on video while having every opportunity to catch the live show in person.
A tingle runs up and down my spine, my hips slightly rolling. I came three times last night. All from his wonderful hands. Mine never had me seeing stars like that before. Not even when I was being watched. AlthoughI came pretty fucking close almost a week ago when he was viewing me playing with myself and being a filthy boy in my kitchen.
I buck upward into the plush of the blanket, my ass grinding over the large bulge behind me. How can I be ready to come again so soon? Ever since I started talking to him I’ve grown fucking insatiable. I can't explain why but my skin grows hot and I need to be touched. Either while he’s looking in or when he's the one doing it. I also need to know he wants me to come. To hear the words.
“Morning, Bo.”
“Morning,” I breathe out, my body trembling as he runs a hand down my hip.
His soft chuckles vibrate over my shoulder as he leans down to kiss my overly sensitive skin. “Just as needy as yesterday. All that time you've been deprived has really caught up to you. All at the perfect time too.”
Nibbling at my neck, he caresses one of my nipples and twists at my stud. “Right when I'm so close by to take care of you and give you what you haven't been able to get anywhere else.”
“I…”
“I know, baby. You need to come and I want you to. I want to hear your pleasure and I want it all over my hand so I can use it as lube to fuck between your perfect tits.”
I mewl, hole twitching when his cock digs between my cheeks, so close to another place I'll need him to touch more of sooner than later. I'm deprived there too. Deprived everywhere. My ex hardly touched me when we fucked. It was always quick and over before I could fully reach my own pleasure. Most of the time he'd laugh, shrugging while saying, “You can finish yourself, right?”