Bonus Scene #4 : Seven Inches of Heaven | Everything Meant Nothing (Patreon)

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I kissed him harder, deeper and slower like I needed to taste every second of this moment. He bit my lower lip, just enough to make me gasp then tugged gently, like he didn’t want to let go.

My hands moved over his sides, then up his chest, palms sliding across the heat of his skin. I kissed the top of one pec, then the other, letting my tongue trace the curve and dip around his nipple before giving it a slow, deliberate flick. His chest rose under my mouth, breath catching. I stayed there for a beat longer, kissing across to the other pec, letting him feel every bit of my attention.

Then I moved down, planting quick kisses along the tight ridges of his abs. “You really thought I wouldn’t invite you to my room with abs like these?” I murmured against them, kissing his abs like I was speaking straight to the muscle. I looked up at him, grinning. His hand came over my cheek, then slid slowly into my hair, fingers curling at the roots. A lazy moan slipping out as he said, “Is that your way of asking me to stay the night?”

“Only if you stay shirtless all night,” I said, lips brushing his skin.

He smiled, deep and slow, voice low as he replied, “Then I guess I’m not getting dressed anytime soon.”

I kissed down his torso, stopping just to swirl my tongue over the dip where his abs met. I felt him tense beneath me, his breathing getting heavier, his hand sliding through my hair as I kissed the skin just below his abs. There was a faint trail of blonde hair leading down from his stomach, drawing my eyes lower, toward his cock.

I shifted down between his legs, pressing my face into the warm space between his hip and thigh. I kissed there, soft and slow, then let my lips drift toward the center. There was a little smear of precum clinging to his skin, just beside the inner thigh. I licked it softly.

Then I looked up at him with wide eyes; playful, hungry and almost shy. And the look on his face… he was watching me like he didn’t want to blink. Like he’d been holding his breath since I kissed his chest.

I turned back to him and moved my face closer to his cock. It curved slightly to the left, thick veins running along the underside and up the left side. I kissed one of them, felt it pulse against my mouth.

His shaft was flushed pink, hard and full, with the head slightly swollen, glimmering under the moonlight cutting through the window. His cut cock had a perfect shape to it; broad and smooth at the tip, flaring just slightly at the ridge. I brought my lips to the top of it and kissed it once, slow and soft. Then I opened my mouth and sucked the head in, just an inch, like a pacifier. Held it there, hollowing my cheeks around it, letting the heat of it fill my mouth.

Theo groaned deep and low. “Ahh, fuck. Troy…”

I looked up at him again with the tip of his cock still in my mouth, then started to move slow strokes, deeper with each pass. My spit coated him quickly, and soon I had both hands on his thighs, holding myself steady as I worked his cock with my mouth.

His hand was still in my hair, fingers tightening with every moan.

I sucked him deeper, letting my mouth slide lower over what had to be a good seven inches of cock. He was bigger than he looked, and I felt it as the head nudged the back of my throat. I held there a second before pulling off, lips shiny, breath quick. I stroked his spit covered shaft once, then leaned in and took his cock in my mouth again...faster now, wetter.

Theo cursed again, louder this time. “Fuck… your mouth feels unreal,” he said, voice ragged, breath hitching into a moan. His chest was rising faster now, hips twitching like he couldn’t help it.

I loved how he said that. Loved the way his voice cracked just slightly when I went deeper. I used my tongue under his cock, pressed it flat and firm, then swirled it around the head every time I came up. I was dripping now, fully hard and leaking on to his legs.

He pulled me up suddenly with his hand gripping the back of my neck and brought me to his mouth. He kissed me hard, messy, tongue-first, tasting himself on my lips.

We were both gasping.

He held my face in his hands, eyes locked on mine, breath warm against my cheek. “Your lips are so soft, Troy… fuck,” he murmured, his voice thick and low. Then his hands moved; one sliding into my hair, the other gently guiding me down again, urging me back toward his cock.

I didn’t need much prompting.

I kissed down his chest, his stomach, slow and hungry, until I was between his legs again. His cock was thick, flushed, wet with spit, a drop of precum still clinging to the tip. I let my tongue flick over it before taking him back into my mouth.

And this time, I didn’t stop.

I gave it everything. My lips stretched around him, spit running down his cock as I moved my head in steady rhythm. My tongue circled the tip, then slowly dragged along the underside, tracing the thick vein with deliberate care. I took him deep, then deeper, my jaw tight but my throat easing as I adjusted to the fullness. His legs shifted apart. His hips began to rise off the bed. One hand twisted the sheets while the other held firmly in my hair. I stayed there, eyes on his face, gagging on his cock slow and steady, letting every sound he made guide me closer until he was trembling under me, so close to losing control.I stayed there, eyes locked on his face, gagging slowly and steadily on his cock, letting every breathless moan and gasp guide me closer until he was trembling under me so close to losing control. I could feel how hard he’d gotten. His cock pulsed thick against my tongue, and I kept going up and down, more eager with each stroke, trying to impress him. Trying to deepthroat all seven inches of heaven that belonged to my boyfriend. (Yeah. I call it my boyfriend’s dick now. I mean, what else would I call it?)

“Aah, fuck…” Theo’s voice broke through, rough with pleasure. “Uhm, Troy. My love… do you wanna… ..maybe.. uhm perhaps.. take this further?”

I hummed a ‘yes’ around his cock, slow and lazy, letting him feel the answer in the back of my throat.

Theo laughed, low, surprised, completely wrecked. “I hope you know what I mean.”

I pulled off, grinning up at him, a strand of spit still connecting my lips to his tip. “Don’t worry. I’m not enthusiastically prepping your cock with my mouth for fun.”

He barked a laugh. “Hahaha you are such a cutie.. . Uhm… do you have lube though?”

“Oh shit,” I said, blinking. “I don’t have any.”

“Wait, I’ll get some from my room,” he said quickly.

Before I could say anything, he slipped out from under me, swung his legs off the bed, and walked toward the door completely bare-assed. His cheeks bounced with every step, round and perfect, and I burst out laughing.

“Dude! At least wear underwear!” I called, still laughing.

Too late. He was already out the door.

I giggled to myself. Smiling like an idiot, I watched as he tiptoed back in closing the door quietly behind him, holding the little bottle like it was sacred. His cock stood proud, flushed, fully hard. And he just looked… like everything. A dream come true. His body golden, glowing in the dim light. That dopey grin. That soft blonde hair. That thick cock mine for tonight.-------------Bonus #4.5 : Between the Cheeks (PT🍑 Exclusive)Bonus #5: Riding My British Boyfriend