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.
***
With me and Iz sitting on either side of Patrick in the cab, I rubbed my hands through his hair to soothe him. I knew he would be feeling it tomorrow. That’s what I didn’t like about drink. I hated the hangovers the next day. Most of the time I would just have one beer and babysit it the entire night. I also didn’t really like the taste. Some beers were okay, but for the most part I liked drinking wine. I guess you could call me a “wino.” I always had a box of wine in my fridge. Not only did it taste good, but in the end it was cheaper than buying a bottle.
Hearing Patrick moan and groan , I whispered, “It’s okay, we’re almost to your apartment,” and continued to rub his head. I couldn’t believe how drunk he’d gotten. I didn’t even know he’d drank that much. We had hung out most of the night, but I also wanted to hang out with Ash as well. I wanted to thank her for setting me up with Patrick. I was having a lot of fun up until I saw Patrick stumbling over to me. He almost fell to the floor, but thankfully I’d grabbed him by the waist and held him to me. That’s when I knew it was time for us to leave.
Iz was sweet enough to help me get Patrick back to his apartment. She knew where he lived—I didn’t. I realized the cab was slowing down and then coming to a stop. I saw Iz pulling money out of her purse but I stopped her.
“ Iz, I’ve got it,” I said as I started to pull my wallet out of my back pocket.
Smiling at me , she said, “Thanks, Derr,” and tried to wake Patrick up. I knew it was going to be no use. I’d have to carry him to his apartment. After paying the driver, I opened my car door and started to pull Patrick to my side. Iz walked on over to my side and helped me get Patrick up. Bending down, I carried him on my shoulder up to his apartment.
Iz told me on the ride over that he lived in an apartment above his grandparents and that she was going to be moving in soon. I knew there was a story, but I didn’t ask.
Walking up the stairs to his door , I bent over so Iz could get his keys out of his back pocket. Once she opened the door, I walked in. “Which way to his bedroom?”
“Just keep walking back and it’s the door on the left ,” she said. I caught glimpses of his apartment on the way. It wasn’t big by any means, but it was comfortable for two people. Hearing little footsteps behind me, I
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.
***
With me and Iz sitting on either side of Patrick in the cab, I rubbed my hands through his hair to soothe him. I knew he would be feeling it tomorrow. That’s what I didn’t like about drink. I hated the hangovers the next day. Most of the time I would just have one beer and babysit it the entire night. I also didn’t really like the taste. Some beers were okay, but for the most part I liked drinking wine. I guess you could call me a “wino.” I always had a box of wine in my fridge. Not only did it taste good, but in the end it was cheaper than buying a bottle.
Hearing Patrick moan and groan , I whispered, “It’s okay, we’re almost to your apartment,” and continued to rub his head. I couldn’t believe how drunk he’d gotten. I didn’t even know he’d drank that much. We had hung out most of the night, but I also wanted to hang out with Ash as well. I wanted to thank her for setting me up with Patrick. I was having a lot of fun up until I saw Patrick stumbling over to me. He almost fell to the floor, but thankfully I’d grabbed him by the waist and held him to me. That’s when I knew it was time for us to leave.
Iz was sweet enough to help me get Patrick back to his apartment. She knew where he lived—I didn’t. I realized the cab was slowing down and then coming to a stop. I saw Iz pulling money out of her purse but I stopped her.
“ Iz, I’ve got it,” I said as I started to pull my wallet out of my back pocket.
Smiling at me , she said, “Thanks, Derr,” and tried to wake Patrick up. I knew it was going to be no use. I’d have to carry him to his apartment. After paying the driver, I opened my car door and started to pull Patrick to my side. Iz walked on over to my side and helped me get Patrick up. Bending down, I carried him on my shoulder up to his apartment.
Iz told me on the ride over that he lived in an apartment above his grandparents and that she was going to be moving in soon. I knew there was a story, but I didn’t ask.
Walking up the stairs to his door , I bent over so Iz could get his keys out of his back pocket. Once she opened the door, I walked in. “Which way to his bedroom?”
“Just keep walking back and it’s the door on the left ,” she said. I caught glimpses of his apartment on the way. It wasn’t big by any means, but it was comfortable for two people. Hearing little footsteps behind me, I
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