Page 43 of Lethal Seduction

Am I coming on too strong? Am I being creepy? God, I want to feel him in my arms, touch his chest and ass, stroke his cock, and feel loved. Despite the hot water washing over me, I get goosebumps.

Patrick turns off his water, and I hear him pull his curtain to the side. “I’m free tonight. I’d love to learn more from you.” The tone of his voice is higher than normal; is he nervous?

I'm about to turn off my water when Patrick, dripping wet and naked, steps in front of my curtain. Pulling it open, I welcome him inside, and he gladly steps in. He looks down at my semi-hard cock and reaches up to touch my chest. His hands feel like fire against my nipples as he slowly rubs them between his fingers. I fight the need that is growing inside me to pick him up and carry him to the benches, envisioning a passionate kiss between us followed by honest and passionate lovemaking.

I take his face into my hands, and our eyes meet. It's like an unspoken message has passed between us; we both want the same thing. We both need to feel our hearts sync while lying next to each other in post-coital afterglow. Patrick leaps up, wrapping his legs around my waist while holding me around my chest. I catch him up in my arms and lean in for a kiss. Our lips meet, his soft and full, our tongues teasing, dancing, and sliding over each other.

My breath grows heavy as I hold him tight, slowly walking out to the bench where I lower him down.

“Wait,” Patrick says, looking over my shoulder at the door. “I don’t want our first time to be here… at work.”

I nod, kneeling so we can be face-to-face. I trace my finger along his jawline and smile. “I’ll do whatever you feel comfortable with. Your apartment or mine?”

“Meet me at my place, you know the address,” Patrick says before butterfly kissing me on the lips. God, his lips taste like fresh strawberries and mint. This guy is so perfect for me.

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I say.

“Great.” He gets up and hurries out into the locker room. Somehow, I need to get my unceasing boner to stop bouncing with each heartbeat and go away long enough to get my clothes on and drive to his place.

I hurry over to the shower and splash some cold water on my face, chest, and cock. That’ll do the trick.

Pulling up in front of Patrick’s apartment, thirty-five minutes later, I don’t feel bad about being five minutes late. I’ve already had to break a bunch of laws to make it there when I did, including speeding and maybe running a few yellow lights. Not my finest moments as a human, but my heart won’t stop racing with excitement.

Somehow, he’s beaten me here, which is in and of itself impressive. I take the steps two at a time and knock on his door. He pulls it open almost immediately and yanks me inside by the front of my shirt. Immediately, without a word, we begin kissing, hard and fast, breathless within minutes.

Patrick pulls me down the hallway and into his bedroom. He flops back against the bed and pulls off his pants. Is this really happening? I start to unbutton my shirt, but my fingers are too slow. Growing frustrated, I rip the last two buttons clean off when I pull my shirt apart likeSuperman.

Patrick chuckles and lays back against the bed, his underwear and pants resting next to him on the mattress. His cock, not yet hard, is so beautiful. Circumcised, thick, and darker than mine. My mouth waters. I need to taste it.

I crawl onto the bed, over him. Leaning forward, I kiss him—starting at the mouth, but working my way down his neck, chest, belly, and the soft inner parts of his hips. He moans and thrusts himself up against me; I’m driving him wild. Wrapping my hand around his hard shaft, I kiss the tip of his cock, my lips moistened by precum as I pull away.

I lick my lips. “Delicious,” I say in breathy tones.

“I have condoms in the nightstand,” Patrick says, pointing to the drawer. “I need you inside me.”

Without a word, I get up and pull open the drawer and take out a condom. Using my teeth and one hand, I tear the metallic packet open and slide the rubber into place.

My cell phone rings, and I stop dead in my tracks. It’s my work phone, and I have to answer it. Patrick’s eyes search mine for answers. Why am I not fucking him? What could be so important that I couldn’t finish before answering my damn phone?

“I’m so sorry,” I say, pulling the phone from my pocket. “It’s the station, and I’ve already missed a dozen texts from my partner.”

Patrick sits up at the side of the bed. “Oh, man. Better get it then.”

“Hello?” I answer.

“You’d better get down to the station; there’s been a development,” my partner says. “They’ve made an arrest.”

“In the murder case?”

“Yup, and the boss is on his way. Be best if you got here before him. You know how he gets.”

“Absolutely,” I say and disconnect the call. I sit down next to Patrick. “I’m really sorry about this. I can’t imagine the night I’m giving up right now to go to work, but I don’t have a choice.”

“No worries,” Patrick says, rubbing his hand along my thigh until he reaches my cock. “This’ll be here next time.”

I smile. “It sure will.”

He gives me a peck on the cheek and stands, picking up my shirt and handing it to me. “Go save the world, Michael. Someone’s got to do it.”

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