Page 46 of Trained Royal
“Fuck!” Patrick couldn’t stop the curse from escaping, not just from the sensations but because he’d moved his bad arm again. Luckily, the pain wasn’t enough to stop the pleasure from mounting, and before long, he called Kieren’s name. “I’m going to come if you keep that up. I want you inside me first.”
Kieren lapped at his nerves, making Patrick jerk and thrash, though their gazes remained locked. “Okay.”
Kieren rose to his knees and stretched for the table. He retrieved condoms and lube. Patrick licked his lips, wondering if he should ask what he wanted to. He’d never been unsure, but he knew he wanted to feel Kieren as much as possible. And would he get the chance again?
“Kieren?” Kieren paused, staring at him. “I’m clear. We get tested every month.” What Patrick didn’t say was that he hadn’t slept with anyone for too many years to count. He always chose partners who didn’t want intercourse.
Kieren hesitated, and Patrick wished he’d kept the words back. “I got tested six months ago, but…I haven’t slept with anyone in fifteen years,” Kieren whispered in response.
Patrick’s heart both broke and lifted with the words. He pushed himself to a sitting position and wrapped his good arm around Kieren’s neck, sealing their mouths together again. When they came up for air, Patrick said, “Thank you for telling me. It has been roughly the same amount of time for me. I don’t do well with trusting those here at the club, and I definitely wouldn’t trust anyone outside of it. Except for you.”
“Let me take care of us both,” Kieren murmured against Patrick’s lips.
Patrick lay back down and smiled. “Go right ahead, sir.”
Kieren threw the condom towards the bedside table and picked up the lube. Patrick widened his legs, bringing his knees to the side. Kieren slicked his fingers and lowered to his stomach. “Let’s see how crazy I can make you with just my fingers—and maybe my mouth.”
Patrick’s shaft kicked at the idea, and he swallowed hard. He’d given similar treatment to other people, sending them higher and higher until they couldn’t contain themselves, but had never had it reciprocated. He’d edged himself, however, and he was looking forward to what Kieren would try.
Kieren placed a lubed finger at Patrick’s pucker, and Patrick bore down, knowing the first finger was always the worst, especially with how long it had been for him. A little resistance, but then Kieren was through, and Patrick groaned at the feel of his finger sliding into his channel. Kieren sucked on the head of his cock, his finger continuing to move back and forth. Then he added a second finger, and Patrick eagerly took it even with the slight burn. The burn for him was a precursor of what was to come, and he didn’t mind the uncomfortableness of it.
“You should see yourself,” Kieren whispered. “Your ass is sucking my fingers in.”
The imagery was sexy as hell, and Patrick clenched around the intrusion. “More.”
Kieren withdrew and slicked his fingers more before returning with three fingers. The sting increased, but Patrick breathed through it, not wanting Kieren to stop because it pinched. When the three fingers were in as far as they seemed able to go, Patrick released a breath and met Kieren’s gaze.
“More,” he growled, narrowing his gaze at the man currently holding his body hostage.
The corner of Kieren’s mouth kicked up. He withdrew, thrust forward and paused again. Patrick groaned and circled his hips, trying to get some relief.
“Stop,” Kieren said. “Otherwise, I’ll drag this out longer.”
Patrick pressed his head back into the pillow and stared at the ceiling, stilling his body.
“Good.”
Kieren set a steady pace with his fingers now Patrick had accustomed to it, and the drag against his insides sent fireworks firing through his spine and groin. Then he curved his fingers, and Patrick’s body bowed as they grazed his prostate. He tensed, trying not to move because he didn’t want Kieren to stop, but he did anyway.
“Please!” Patrick said through gritted teeth.
Kieren sat up and grabbed the lube, slicking his cock generously. “Ready?”
“Yes!”
Kieren scooted closer and gripped Patrick’s hip with one hand and his own cock with the other, positioning it at Patrick’s hole. Their gazes met once more, and Kieren pressed forward. He didn’t pause at all while he kept Patrick’s gaze, just steadily pushed inside him until his balls rested against Patrick’s ass.
They both panted, and Kieren lowered to his hands, dropping a kiss on Patrick’s mouth. “I don’t know how long I can hold back.”
“You don’t need to hold back. Just fuck me,” Patrick said.
Kieren’s eyes flared, and he inhaled. “Okay.”
He withdrew and thrust forward, setting a punishing pace that sent Patrick higher. Sparks tingled at the base of his spine, and he gripped the sheets, trying to keep his bad hand loose beside him.
Kieren rose to his knees, gripped Patrick’s hips and slammed harder. The muscles in Kieren’s jaw clenched, his hold bruising, and Patrick loved every moment. He lifted his knees a little, giving Kieren more room, and he took advantage of it, pounding deeper and hitting Patrick right where he needed it.
“Fuck! Right there!” His good hand clenched against Kieren’s forearm.
