Patrick’s hands found mine, fingers threading until it was impossible to say which were whose, and I swayed back and forth in his lap, taking him in and watching how it made my dick spring. Precum trickled down my swollen, aching shaft, and Patrick hissed with growing tension.
I leaned my torso back, holding on to Patrick’s hands for support. I arched lower and lower, my head hanging until the room was upside down, my arms stretched out in front of me, and depending on Patrick’s sweaty, slipping hands to keep a hold of me.
As I leaned back, my hips slowed down and lifted, giving Patrick room to maneuver. He thrust himself up, lifting his ass off the floor, and rammed his cock into me from below.
The lightning bolt of lust slashed through me as he fucked me, his hips speeding up, then slowing down. Sweat poured down my brow and chest, down my neck,, and along my spine, trickling between my shoulder blades and making its way to my lower back. The scent of sex filled the room and my nostrils. The sound of our breaths, our panting, our moaning, and the wet slap of my ass against his slightly upraised upper legs filled my ears.
There was more to it than just the physical sensations. There was the knowledge that we were here, alone, giving each other permission to be as wild or tame, creative or destructive, dirty or tame as we liked.
I didn’t think Patrick would scoff or roll his eyes because my voice ripped from my throat, and I begged him to fuck me just like this. And it never could have turned me off when he indulged in licking the pooling cum in my belly button, even if we’d both finished already. There was that unique, inexplicable bond between us that said,Yes, do it, do anything you like because I’ll still want you when it’s done.
Patrick’s moans grew to a higher pitch, and I knew how close he was. It was only tiredness and the saturation of my mind with the studies that had kept me going for this long.
I straightened my back and sat down on him, groaning as I exhaled, and I let him hold my cock. The tip was dark with all the blood that filled my dick. Patrick spat on his hand after a few strokes, then replaced it and jerked me faster.
My hands pressed down on his chest as my entire body bounced on him. I wondered what other positions we might graduate to when I had more experience. I wondered if they could be better than this. This let us look into one another’s eyes, observe every little reaction on each other’s faces, as I let my fingernails sink into the flesh of his muscled pecs and his hand worked me toward my orgasm.
I came after an excruciating crescendo of rising tension. Hot cum sprayed Patrick’s body in wild ribbons just as Patrick lifted his other hand to my face, slipping two fingers into my mouth and cupping my chin with the rest of his palm.
I sucked his fingers, coming on his chest and stomach and riding him just as needily. Something about it, either my tongue toying with his fingers or the heat of my cum on his body, tipped him over the edge.
He shuddered and rammed himself into me, throbbing so hard that I felt its ripples in my entire body. I swam through the depths of this sensation, my moans growing quieter and my breathing deepening.
Even as Patrick’s dick calmed and each move of my hips made his abs tremble with tension, I rode him. Little by little, I slowed down, though he didn’t go soft yet. It was a thing I’d discovered early that kept me fascinated ever since. Patrick stayed hard for a while, and even when it passed, it didn’t take much to get him back up. Pinching his nipple, licking his ear, whispering something dirty over his lips, and he was hard and ready.
I adored my insatiable lover. I adored his willingness and readiness to spend the night with me, not sleeping a single minute of it, giving me the kinds of pleasure I hadn’t been able to conjure up in my dreams.
Slowly, I lifted myself off Patrick and offered him a hand. I didn’t need to say it. He got up and spanked my ass on the way to the bathroom. The cabin was just big enough for both of us to shower together, and we didn’t mind that it forced us to stand very close or touch parts of our bodies with every move.
A month ago, I would have been mortified if someone saw me naked. Hell, I’d struggled with changing my clothes when my underwear was very safely on me. And I wasn’t racing to strip offin front of a crowd of people, but I was very comfortable next to Patrick.
It surprised me that I would be comfortable. Patrick was way too hot in any setting, especially standing next to me. I’d been comparing myself to him all this time as I took notes about his workouts and diet. In the back of my mind, this nagging thought reminded me over and over again that I could be like that if only I were more disciplined. But it was bullshit. Discipline and diet were only a slice of it, and it was especially untrue when taken without the rest of the pie. Genes played a huge part, early development did, too, hormone levels, daily routines, upbringing, and the entire biosystem that made a single body. It wasn’t so simple as upping my protein intake or running for longer.
And when Patrick spread his foamy fingers over my body with such care and longing, I let myself believe that I didn’t need to look like him. I could just be the lanky old me. There was someone who adored me that way and wasn’t ashamed about it. So I relaxed and let our arms wrap around one another while the hot water poured down on us.
I didn’t want to compare my flat features with his curved ones. I didn’t want to live my life thinking if he would like me more if I were muscled. So I believed him on his word and his actions. I believed him when he told me I was hot as all hell breaking loose and sexy as a mortal sin.
Patrick kissed me, licked my lips and tongue, and laughed as he pressed me against the cold tiles that made me squeal. He moved his hand over me, washing the soap off my body, and turned the shower off before handing me a towel from outside the little cabin. And when we were clean and dry, I didn’t hurry to hide in layers of baggy clothes. I let myself be the way I was because he didn’t look away with disinterest.
Next summer, I might dare go with him to the lake, undress on the beach, let people’s gaze skim over me with no interest at all, because Patrick’s glances would be enough.
My heart clenched when I thought about it. Would he be interested until then? Would he always be? And what about winter break? Would it last so long?
“God, I can watch you like that all night,” Patrick said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Like what?” I asked, finding a smile for him.
“Lost in thoughts,” Patrick said. “I’ll bet you anything you were overthinking just then.”
I tried to snort, but a laugh rippled out of me. “Got me.”
“What was it this time?” he asked, tucking his hands under his head and sinking deeper into my pillow. I sat by his shins, glancing down at his soft dick and smooth legs.
“Not telling you,” I said.
“Let me guess,” he said, taking a smaller pillow off the side of the bed. He lifted it and brought it down on me with surprising speed and force. “Dick size?” The pillow smacked my bare back. “Muscles?” The pillow came around and thumped my chest. “Being a virgin for so long?” The pillow hit the back of my head. “Running late on weekly data analysis?” He tossed the pillow in my face, laughing. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
I swallowed and folded my arms on the pillow, keeping it safe in my lap. “A bit of everything, I think,” I said. “But…muscles.”
