Page 32 of Rules of Play

“Weeks ago?” I whispered between the kisses, my chest shuddering with a unique cocktail of desire and fear.

Patrick lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Weeks and weeks.”

I nodded, although it made no sense. “You never said a word.”

“You knew anyway,” he said.

My chest rose with a breath and touched his chest. His abs pressed down on my stomach.

“I needed time,” Patrick said and leaned in. He kissed the tip of my nose. “I had to be sure.”

I nodded, then lifted my chin a little and kissed him back.

I wondered what I had been afraid of all this time. I had imagined such awkwardness and uncertainty around sex. Not in my fantasies, of course; I was always very confident in my fantasies. But when the fantasies passed, the cold shower of reality would remind me that I wasn’t so sure of myself and that the real thing would be terribly weird.

With Patrick kissing me slowly, almost lazily, there didn’t seem to be a thing to worry about. He held my crossed wristswith his left hand and dragged his right down the length of my left arm. He kissed me when I wiggled, the tickling sensation enhanced by the fact I was trapped, and kissed me still when the tickles passed. His fingers trailed the length of my ribcage, and his lips moved on from mine to kiss my neck instead.

The neck kisses made me antsy. I wiggled again, but his hand and his weight held me in place. I craned my neck to defend myself, but Patrick only chuckled. “This tickles you?”

I knew I was screwed. “Yeah,” I admitted.

His tongue pressed hard against the bottom of my neck and dragged hotly up its length all the way to my ear, leaving a blazing trail of dampness, followed quickly by Patrick’s breezy breath. The sensation of hot and cold made my eyes roll back in my skull and my heart race faster.

I thrust my hips up for the sheer need to dosomethingagainst the torrent of new sensations. My stomach pressed harder against Patrick’s, and my cock throbbed under the pressure of our bodies grinding against one another.

Patrick’s right hand slipped lower, sliding to my ass and feeling it over my underwear. “Fuck,” he purred. “I’ve been dying to know what it feels like.”

I wanted to tell him it probably felt like nothing. A bony ass on a skinny twink couldn’t be a nice squeeze, right? But Patrick shuddered as his fingers sank into my flesh.

“So fucking firm,” he grunted into my neck. “I bet you’re tight as fuck.”

His words broke something in me, some obstacle I hadn’t even known was there, and I let out a moan. It was a genuine reaction to his dirty language and to his naughty fingers. They moved closer to the middle, feeling the curve of my cheek until he reached the space between. I wished I had taken my underwear off when he’d asked. Feeling the pressure on my holeover the soft fabric of my underwear made my chest fill with air until I seemed so light and empty that I could float away.

Patrick growled against my neck, kissing and licking and sucking it while thrusting his fingers deeper and harder between my cheeks. I felt it all so closely, so intimately, and begged him quietly to tear my briefs off; I needed his skin on mine, his fingertips on my hole, his mouth around my cock.

God, would he do that? I hoped so.

I pulled my hands free as Patrick lowered himself to my collarbone, kissing its length on one side and then on the other, fulfilling his first promise to me.I’m gonna kiss every inch of you. His lips left a blazing trail behind as he moved lower and lower, sucking my left nipple and biting it playfully just as he squeezed my ass harder.

A high-pitched moan ripped free from my throat. I slapped my hands on Patrick’s back, my nails scratching his skin and my toes curling in ecstasy.

Patrick kept going, mercilessly kissing and licking my body on his slow journey down. And when his lips grazed the edge of my briefs, his chin touching my cock in passing and setting my body on fire, I almost lost it. The candles glimmered in my blurring vision as Patrick made a soft, excited sound in his throat, lifting the waistband of my briefs over my cock.

I felt far more naked than I was, if such a thing was possible. I had never felt anything like it. Still, the awkwardness I expected was not knocking on the door. With Patrick, it just felt natural. I wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that I was hard as a rock or shivering under every touch. I wasn’t ashamed of my perfectly average size or the thought that he would notice I had shaved before coming on this trip. It didn’t bother me that he would see my cock was wet with precum or that I couldn’t string three coherent words anymore.

And most importantly of all, I didn’t think I was so unattractive after all.

He liked me. He liked me so much that he kissed all of me, touched all of me, and still wanted more.

Perhaps it was no such thing as being universally attractive. Perhaps all there was in the end was just one person and the way they saw you.

Patrick made me feel hot. He made me feel sexy and flirtatious and wildly horny. And if that was all he ever did to me, I would walk out of this room a happy guy.

But that wasn’t all.

Patrick yanked my underwear down and purred deep in his throat. “Fuck, Shane,” he said. “Can I suck your dick?” He let out a short chuckle, probably surprised by the shape of those words on his lips.

I breathed the words, one after the other, unable to inhale enough oxygen for two at a time. “Yes. Please.” And they were enough. Patrick wiggled down the length of the bed and knelt between my legs, his lips caressing the skin of my abdomen and the very short hair that had begun to appear around my dick in the last two days. His left hand wrapped around my cock while he moved his right from my ass to my hip and finally to my abs.

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