Page 53 of Lethal Seduction

“What are you doing out here?” he asks.

“Ugh, the sprinkler system sprung a leak.” I try to wipe my hands clean on my clothes, but there aren’t enough dry spots. “I’d give you a hug, but…”

“No worries.” He chuckles. “Not going to lie, you look good… all dirty and hardworking.”

I chuckle in return. “You’re too kind.”

“I brought wine,” he says, holding up a bottle of Merlot.

“That’s going to go great with the lasagna,” I start to say. “The lasagna. No.” Running past Patrick, I take the three steps to the back door in one leap. As I pull the door open, the smell of overdone pasta fills the air. “Not again.”

Yanking the oven door open, the kitchen fills with smoke and the alarm blares its judgmental signal. I toss the pan onto the stove, turn off the oven, and close the door. Using a dish towel from the counter, I wave it in front of the smoke detector until it finally stops.

Patrick steps over and peers down at the crispy pasta dish. “If you want my opinion, we can just scrape the top off and eat the rest? I can’t remember not having burnt food growing up. My mom hated to cook and said we either eat the burned pieces orgo buy our own food.” He shrugs and pokes at the top layer. “Oh, this is still good. See that?”

Is he being nice, or is he serious? It’s been so long since I’ve been out with a decent person, it’s hard to tell what he really means. “I’m sorry about dinner. We can order pizza if you want?”

“No,” he says. “Seriously, it’s totally edible.” He steps closer to me, seductively touching my chest, running his fingers down the middle of my belly. I bite my bottom lip and arch my eyebrow. My jeans grow tight in the crotch as Patrick’s fingers linger on me. An unconscious rumble emanates from deep inside my chest. I want to pick him up and carry him into my bedroom. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you weren’t really all that hungry for lasagna.”

Patrick unbuttons one of my shirt buttons, then another. “I love this,” he says, touching my chest hair. “Go get cleaned up. If you show me where the dishes are, I’ll serve us up food and drink.”

I begin unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way, pulling it off my shoulders as I step away from him. Dropping the shirt to the floor, I pause, looking back at Patrick and smile. After I round the corner, I stop and take off my jeans, tossing them down the hallway where Patrick will see them land. A few more feet and I leave my socks and underwear at the entrance to my room, like I'm leaving breadcrumbs for him to follow if he wants. Hoping he gets the hint and I didn’t make a mess for no reason, I hurry into the bathroom.

The shower heats up, and I shiver as my body quickly cools without the damp clothes. Perfect, hot like I like it. Stepping into the shower, I quickly begin scrubbing myself clean. I hope Patrick catches my drift and wants to join me, but if he doesn’t, I better hurry up and rejoin him in the kitchen.

Suddenly, the shower door opens and Patrick steps inside, completely naked. “Fancy meeting you in here,” he says, putting both hands on my chest. I smile and lean down, kissing him on the lips. “I was hoping you’d want to join me.”

He looks me up and down, his gaze stopping twice on my ever-hardening cock. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Patrick wraps his hand around my dick and begins working the shaft, cradling my heavy balls in his hand. I let my head fall backwards with a moan. I begin playing with my nipples, squeezing them between my fingers, with just a hint of pain. His hot breath on the head of my cock sends a shiver up my spine, and my body is instantly covered in goosebumps. When he takes my head into his mouth, I reach down and place both my hands on the back of his head, edging my cock deeper to the back of his throat.

His hand picks up speed as he licks the underbelly of my head. “Do you like that, Papi?” he asks. I nod and suck air between my teeth. His tongue works the tip and hole so perfectly, I’m already edging. I have to pull back, forcing him to let go. I’m not ready to come, not yet.

“Stand up,” I whisper. He stands, and we kiss, slowly at first, but then with such earnest need that my lips burn against Patrick’s stubble. Our tongues slide past each other, playing and teasing with each little turn and touch.

Patrick pulls away first, gasping for breath. The need in his eyes turns me on even more. The way he looks at me, as if I'm the only man he’s ever seen, ever needed, drives me wild. I kneel, allowing the hot water to flow over us, but this time, it's my turn to service him.

Patrick’s cock is hard, pulsing with pleasure. I take him into my hand and slowly work his shaft until I see pearly drops of pre-cum drip from its tip. Without wasting another beat, I take his cock into my mouth until his head hits the back of my throatand my nose presses against his lower belly. He moans as my tongue slides over his shaft, back and forth, teasing the soft sensitive tip of his head.

I work his cock, sucking, licking, and stroking. Reaching up, I cup his ass in my hand as his legs tremble. He's getting close to climaxing. I can feel the way his cock pulses in my mouth, thickening even further as he’s completely engorged, ready to come.

“I’m... getting... close,” he pants. “I…”

Pulling him from my mouth, I stroke his cock and look up into his eyes as he watches me. His legs tremble, his knees twitch as if they're ready to buckle. He leans his head back against the shower wall and moans.

Ribbons of hot cum squirt across my face as I continue to stroke him throughout the climax. A second blast lands in my hair, and he begins to laugh. “Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Fuck. Oh my god, Papi.” He opens his eyes and wipes my face clean as I continue to kneel before him.

He holds out his hand, and I take it to stand. We stand in the hot water as it washes over us, wrapped in each other’s arms. Without words, we hold each other tight. I feel my desire to be with him deepen. After an unknown amount of time, the water begins to cool, and I feel him shiver. He kisses my neck but doesn’t pull away. It's clear he doesn’t want this moment to end any more than I do.

I reach back and turn off the cool water and kiss the top of his head. “I’m not sure what to say,” I say honestly.

He shakes his head and squeezes me tight one last time before reaching for a towel. “There’s nothing to say.”

Were those tears in his eyes? I want to ask if he's okay, but I don’t know what to say. He reaches for my hand and kisses it. “You’re an amazing man.”

My heart melts. “I feel the same about you.”

He nods and steps out of the shower. I grab my towel and join him as we towel off and begin getting dressed. He finishes first and says, “How about some burnt lasagna?” He smiles, and I laugh.

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