Will & Patrick Meet the Mob by Leta Blake & Alice Griffiths

Author:Leta Blake & Alice Griffiths [Blake, Leta & Griffiths, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Leta Blake Books
Published: 2016-03-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Will loves giving blow jobs. It’s a skill he’s cultivated since his teen years, and though he didn’t get to practice much on Ryan, with Patrick he’s putting in plenty of time on his knees. Pride rushes in him like the pulse of blood in Patrick’s cock against his tongue: strong, steady, and surging—pulling him up into a place higher than he was before.

He glances up to see the effect of his work.

Patrick’s eyes are rolled back in his head, and his stomach tenses and releases in rhythm with Will’s sucks. His head rolls gently against the back of the sofa and he groans softly. His hands tighten in Will’s hair, and he pulls Will up and off his cock. Will grins at the slick pop and Patrick’s curse as he squirms against the couch.

“Good?”

“Proud of yourself?” Patrick keeps his eyes squeezed shut.

“Yeah.”

Patrick curses, takes a gulping, steadying breath, and drags Will’s mouth back down his dick again. Salty precome slides against Will’s tongue, and saliva floods his mouth. He lets it slip around his lips, getting Patrick’s cock wet, making it sloppy.

Will’s not sure how long he’s been blowing Patrick, probably about fifteen minutes, but when he got home they’d both agreed: “Sex first, food next, talk later.” After making sure Will’s BG was fine, they’d gotten right to business: Patrick on the sofa with Will between his knees.

Patrick’s shirt is unbuttoned, and his pants are still wrapped around one ankle, but his legs are spread, and Will teases at his hole with a saliva-wet finger. Will’s jeans press tightly on his hard cock, but he’s intent on getting Patrick off. He’s saving his own pleasure for round two.

Pausing for a breath, he uses his hand to keep Patrick right up at the edge before shoving Patrick’s cock back in his mouth, lapping at the leaking head and sucking deep into his throat.

Patrick growls, his deep voice vibrating in the back of Will’s head like an urgent, needy buzz, and humps his mouth in frustration. “Stop teasing.”

Will hums and taps Patrick’s squeezing hole in rhythm to his slurps. He’s happy with Patrick’s cock in his mouth, but the low hum that starts in his veins, an emptiness he recognizes as his blood sugar dropping, means he needs to have dinner soon. So he stops teasing and reaches for the open bottle of juice on the coffee table. He takes a few swigs, and then starts sucking just the way Patrick likes best: pulling his entire shaft in, then sliding up with a long, wet drag before diving down again.

“Puddin’-pop,” Patrick grits out. “Yeah, yeah—like that.”

A spurt of liquid hits his tongue, and Will pulls back to lick at the slit. Patrick’s cock thrums against his palm, rigid and throbbing. “Tastes good,” Will murmurs and then swoops down again.

“Ungh,” Patrick grunts, tugging Will’s hair. “Get me off.”

Will hollows his cheeks, sucks back up, and uses his hand to jerk the base of Patrick’s cock as he works.

“Yes, yeah.” Patrick arches his hips up and his stomach tenses as he clenches Will’s hair in his fists.

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