Ahoy

Chapter 5: Down to Business

Dinner. Was. Amazing.

Drink after drink came in, a whopping five courses. The view, the food, the company. It was all great. We just chatted and chatted, having more interesting conversations than we've ever had before. I felt so free and careless at that dinner.

When the night started winding down and we had finished our last course and paid the bill, it was time to go back to the limo and go home. I was all sorts of tipsy. The world was spinning around me and I couldn't even stand up straight. I felt like I was aboard a boat during a massive storm. Patrick kindly held onto me and supported me all the way to the limo. We had the same amount of drinks, but I am a lightweight compared to Patrick, so he was able to keep himself from going past the red cheeks and goofy faze.

We made it back to the limo and Patrick basically had to place me in there himself because I no longer had the right coordination to get in without hitting my head on the door or just falling down. He got me into a comfortable spot and sat down beside me. I promptly laid down on his lap. He flinched when I did this. But then he slowly placed his arms over me and held me tight as we went over bumps and turns. I felt a feeling of total safety and bliss. His strong arms held me firmly in place on him. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my head so I looked up at him and said, "Enjoying the view?"

He hesitated, "Yeah. I am."

A smile crept onto my face and he responded with an even bigger one.

"Pat," I said quietly. "I don't even know who you are right now, but I want to learn everything about you."

"Bobby, the fuck does that even mean?"

I grabbed the collar of his shirt tight and lifted myself up till I was level with his eyes.

"This." I leaned into his face and planted my lips on his. As soon as they touched I could feel electricity coursing through my body. I caught him off guard but about a second or two in, he lifted his arms to support me and grasp my face. He leaned deeper into the kiss. His lips were soft and plump. The feeling of his mouth on mine was that of smooth butter.

His hands traced every feature in my face, tingling with every movement. He trailed down to my neck and began stroking it up and down, going to my arms and back up to my cheek. I moved my grip to the back of his neck so I could simply hang there while we made out.

Soon I started breathing much quicker and my heart was racing even faster than it already was. Patrick knew and he pulled away to look me in the eyes and say, "Flustered?"

I of course said no, and he tested that by rubbing down to my thigh. I flinched, took in a sharp breath and blushed. He laughed and leaned right back in to kiss me even more.

It felt like hours had gone by, yet in minutes we were back in front of his rock. He tipped the driver and pulled me out. I was still all over him, rubbing, kissing, licking. Fuck, I started grabbing at his ass. Patrick, in a hushed tone, told me to hold off till we got in the rock. So I patiently stood there till he got it open and we both hopped inside.

The second our feet touched the ground, he picked me up forcefully and threw me against his bed. He climbed on top, frantically ripping off his bow tie and shirt. I did the same. He then straddled me and kissed me even harder. He stroked my chest with a tender touch. Then he moved his head down, kissing my neck and my shoulders and my chest. Trailing his lips up and down as I shivered. I begged, "Pat, please." But he put his hand over my mouth and kept teasing me.

He went all the way down to the top of my pants and started fidgeting with the belt. Tugging on it and then undoing it. He ripped my belt out and threw it behind him. He then began tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. I whimpered.

After much torture, he undid my pants and also pulled them down. All that was left was my boxers. I was pitching a tent in front of my best friend. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he quickly subsided that feeling of mine when he dipped his hand in my underwear and pulled out my girth. It was like a shock to feel his hand wrapped around me like that. But it was even more when he engulfed my length in his throat. Almost like he'd been doing it for years.

I had absolutely no thoughts left while Patrick swallowed my hard shaft and sucked me up and down. His steady rhythm and twisting hands were too much. I could feel myself on the verge of busting, feeling his saliva drip down and onto my stomach. I was moaning louder than ever before, about to nut when suddenly, he stopped.

I looked at him, "Why did you stop?"

"I don't want you to cum yet." I replied with an evil look on his face.

"Fuck."

He then flipped me onto my stomach and held me down by the back of my neck. I could hear rustling but I didn't know what to expect until I felt something very large and warm placed on top of my ass cheeks. Oh no.

Just when I processed what it was on my back, it trusted deep inside of me till I could feel it in my stomach. I gasped. Patrick thrusted in and out with all his power. I was being thrown forward and pulled back fast and very hard. He had so much power behind every motion. I felt like he was going to fuck me so deep I'd vomit semen.

While still inside me, he flipped me back over and started jerking me off while still ass fucking me. My eyes rolled back in my head as we both simultaneously had the biggest, toe curling, head to toe orgasm. Right after ejaculating on my own chest, and him in me, he fell on top of me and we both passed out.

That was the deepest sleep I had ever gotten.