Meeting my eyes, she giggled, “Well, yes, you are.”
I knew what she was talking about. I was hard as a fucking rock. I couldn’t hide it, and to be honest, I didn’t want to. I wanted Patrick to know that I wanted him. I knew he could feel it earlier, but I wanted to see his face when he saw my hardness pushing up against my jeans.
I knew he was checking me out and the second he saw my hardness, he gasped. I watched as his eyes moved up to mine; he had the biggest smile on his face.
The bartender poured tequila in my belly button, squeezed lime juice on my chest and salted it, and then finally placed a lime in my mouth. She smiled at me.
Patrick shot the bartender a smile, then looked down at me, and without any indecisiveness in his eyes he said, “I’m so ready.”
My face suddenly felt hot. Patrick winked at me and then I felt his lips on my body. They were soft and plump. I felt him suck up the tequila from my belly button, and getting every last drop. Then he slowly trailed his tongue up my chest to lick up the salt. My heart started to race. I knew Patrick was close to getting the lime wedge from my mouth. I couldn’t wait to feel his lips against mine, even if he was just getting fruit from my mouth.
Before I knew it, I saw Patrick’s face in my view. Looking down at me, he smiled and then leaned in. I just wanted to grab his face and kiss him, but I kept my arms down at my sides. Feeling his lips touch mine gave me butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to kiss him, but instead I let him take the lime from my mouth and suck on it. I want him to suck on something else.
Sitting up, I watched Patrick suck all of the juice from the lime. He took the lime from his mouth and placed it on the bar. His eyes met mine and I saw a look in them I hadn’t seen before. I mean, I had only met him about thirty minutes earlier, but there was something about Patrick—I felt like I had known him all of my life and we could relate on things.
Never breaking eye contact with me, Patrick scooted in between my legs and placed his hands on my upper thighs. Feeling chills go up my spine just from the contact, I twitched a little. My body… and my cock.
I saw his lips twitch. Breaking eye contact with him, I looked at his mouth and the second my eyes reached his lips, his lips reached for mine. Feeling the velvet touch of his lips, I moaned into his mouth. Placing my hands on his hips, I pulled him closer and felt his hands slowly move up my body and entwine in my hair.
At first we were sharing a closed mouth kiss, but then I felt Patrick’s open and his tongue slowly pushed mine open as well. He was begging for entrance and I needed to feel his tongue touch mine. I wanted to know what it felt like to finally have the kiss.
I had shared kisses with others before Patrick, but they were all girls. The kisses weren’t hot and steamy. They weren’t mind blowing and sexual. They weren’t extraordinary, cock twitching, ball tightening kisses. No. They were plain vanilla. It felt like I was kissing my mom or my grandma. I wanted chocolate and strawberry and caramel. I wanted sprinkles and cherries. Whipped cream and nuts. Mmm, nuts.
Kissing me one last time, Patrick leaned away and looked into my eyes. The only thing I could think of when I looked into his dark brown eyes was that sharing an opened mouth kiss with Patrick was… incredible. I really wanted to know what was running through his mind because his eyes kept searching mine. We had just shared a kiss. For all I know, this could be a one-night thing and nothing more.
Leaning away from me, Patrick winked. “You might want to put your shirt on.” Pausing, he smirked and said, “You’re all mine.”
Smiling at him, I grabbed my shirt off the bar and jumped down onto the floor. Quickly putting my shirt on, I looked down and saw Patrick was holding his hand out for me to take. I met his eyes and saw he was staring at me. Giving a small smile, I met his hand and out onto the dance floor we went.
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