He tensed, mind spiraling, before he finally nodded.
“Then get on your knees.”
Paddy swallowed hard, no doubt nervous about the fact he was about to take me in his mouth. Then, he dropped onto the ground, settling between my open legs. My cock was at eye level with him. I was bigger than he was when it came to length, and I could tell he was studying the difference of shape and size.
“Like what you see, sweet cheeks?” I asked, leaning back on my elbows.
“Yes,” he said, his tone breathy and thick.
“Take your time. Feel it with your hand. Pump me like you’d jerk yourself.”
He followed my orders without hesitation, gripping me at the base and stroking me. That turned me on even more. The idea of a man like Patrick Murphy who had me followed to keep me safe was on his knees before me, taking orders.
“Yes, God, Patrick. Massage my balls.”
He obeyed, relieving the throbbing sensation humming through my bones.
“When you’re ready, baby. Lick the tip and slowly take me in.”
“I’ve been ready,” he said, his mouth wrapping around the head. He took me deep, tongue playing with that sensitive vein under the head of my dick.
“You’re a fucking pro,” I said, glancing down at him while he picked up the pace. “Taking my cock like you’ve done it before. I’m gonna blow soon.”
He released me, pulling his head away, but continued to stroke me. “Yes. Let me taste it, Michael.”
Fuck, hearing my first name leave his lips was rare, and it did something to me. It brought out the raw need to dominate him, to force him to always be like this. On his knees and obeying my direction.
“Make me come, Paddy.”
His lips wrapped around me, and he sucked me so perfectly that it didn’t take long for me to find my release. I wanted to touch him, grip the back of his head, and force him to take me deeper. Wanted to slide my cock from his mouth into his tight, virgin hole, but I knew we’d have to warm up to that. And now wasn’t the time. His mouth would have to do today until we could get to the showers alone another day.
Images of him pressing his hands against the tiled wall while I pushed inside of him and water sprayed us flooded my mind, and I was blowing in no time.
Paddy coughed when my cum hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t falter. He sucked my twitching cock until I was finished, and then he fucking swallowed it all like he’d always taken a dick in his mouth. He rocked back on his heels, glancing up at me with that sweet grin that shifted my entire world on its axis.
He was proud, and I was in awe. “How’s it taste?” I asked, pushing myself back into my pants and closing them.
He sat up, climbing into the bed next to me.
“It wasn’t bad. I thought it would gross me out,” he admitted.
“Would you do it again?” I asked, holding my breath as I awaited his answer. We both knew the true question that lingered unspoken between the lines. Would he want to be with me again?
Paddy grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. When he finished kissing me, he set it on his lap. “Griff, I don’t know what this means for me. I know that I’ve wanted this for a long time. But I don’t know what it means when we go home. Enemies find out that I’m with a man?”
“I know,” I nodded. “We’d both be dead.”
He offered me a sad smile. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone. Man or woman. And it fucking scares me.”
“It scares me too,” I confessed, resting my head on his shoulder.
His hand wrapped around me, pulling me into a side hug, and for a second we pretended like our life was normal. He held me like it didn’t matter that we were both men. Like our feelings could conquer whatever hardships would strike us. And I knew without a doubt that from this day until my last day that he’d be the only one to ever hold my heart.
Chapter Eleven
“Imayhave,sortof, gotten his daughter pregnant.”
I freeze in the doorway, my heart hammering in my chest while I glance around the room. Paddy is pressing a band-aid to Callum’s forearm, Sean is pacing the room, and Declan leans against the wall.
