Football and Ballet - Jason Collins Page 0,21

my tongue circling all along the head of his cock, tasting every last drop of his precome.

Fuck.

Patrick tasted just as good as he looked.

I then felt something inside me slightly snap, something greedy and wanting, something that made me pick up my speed, my mouth working double time along Hunter’s cock.

I wanted to taste more of him.

I wanted to taste all of him.

“Hunter…” Patrick’s words came out like a warning. “I don’t know how much longer I can last if you keep going like… I don’t know if I can…”

I ignored Patrick’s warning, my pace only increasing as I pushed Patrick further and further toward the edge, waiting for him to fall right over.

I knew that I’d gotten exactly what I wanted when Patrick’s shaft started to pulse inside my mouth, his come soon exploding against my tongue as his thighs shivered.

I happily swallowed every drop of him before I looked up to meet his gaze. “You taste pretty beautiful, too, Patrick McEntire.”

“Why did you…” Patrick shook his head, like he was trying to shake out his next thought. “Why did you go down on me first?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?” I smiled. “Because I wanted to. Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

“I’m just not used to tops…” Patrick’s words trailed off again. “I’m not used to guys like you letting guys like me go first with that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah, don’t give me too much credit for that.” I offered him a playful wink. “I mostly wanted you to come first so that I’d be able to fuck you however I want to.” I looked around the bedroom before I spoke again. “And speaking of fucking you…”

“There’s lube and condoms in the first drawer.” Patrick nodded over to the nightstand.

“Good.” I smiled and walked over to the drawer.

I pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, hastily pulling down my own pants and boxers before rolling the condom down my rock-hard cock.

And then, I drizzled the lube across my fingertips before rubbing it between my digits, wanting to make sure it’d be warm enough for Patrick’s skin.

“Turn over,” I instructed as I made my way back to the mattress. “Get on all fours.”

Patrick followed my directions, shifting into the position with an excited air. And then, I moved until I was directly behind him, his waist level with my own.

Once I had what I felt was a good angle, I slowly slipped a finger inside him, trying my best to gauge if he was ready for my cock or not. Patrick moaned at the contact and pressed his hips back toward my hand, as if he wanted me to slip in another exploratory finger.

I went along with his unvoiced request, gently slipping another finger inside him. When Patrick moaned again, I pressed my fingers even deeper inside him, a jolt of anticipation shooting right through me.

I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.

I needed to be inside Patrick, and I needed to be inside him right now.

I pulled my fingers out of him, replacing them with my cock, which I gingerly drove into Patrick’s waiting hole. I didn’t stop until every inch of me was inside him, letting out a guttural moan as I slid all the way inside his ass.

“Patrick… fuck…” I groaned at the tightness of his hole around me. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You feel good, too…” Patrick replied, his words sounding dreamy and faraway. “You can… move… if you want…”

Nearly as soon as Patrick gave me the okay, I began to pump my hips, sliding my cock in and out of his ass at a steady pace. It was taking all the restraint not to just go full speed right off the bat and fuck Patrick the way I really wanted to, not stopping until I came deep inside him.

But instead, I managed to control my baser impulses, keeping a certain rhythm as I pushed inside him again, grabbing onto either side of his waist in front of me.

“Hunter… Hunter…” Patrick whimpered.

“Fuck, Patrick,” I replied through gritted teeth. “You have no idea what I want to fucking do to you.”

“I already told you. You can do whatever you want to me,” Patrick whimpered again. “Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything you want to me,” Patrick assured me. “Just… don’t stop touching me…”

“You don’t have to worry about that part,” I said as I leaned slightly forward, pushing my cock even deeper inside Patrick. I wrapped my hands around his lower stomach, moving his waist as close to me as