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CHAPTER 6

HANDS ON EXPERIENCE

I choked on my drink when Rixon gave me his dare, I mean seriously, how far would I go tonight... did he really expect me to give Patch a hand job? I could refuse and step out of the game, those were the rules so I had that right: you refuse a dare, you step out of the game and you're pronounced a chicken. Nora Grey was not a chicken, no way, no sir, no how...It was just a hand job, no big deal...right? So, to dare or not to dare, that was the question.

I looked at Patch and he smiled at me, a real smile, not his usual smirk. I wasn't expecting an honest smile from him, not in this situation at least. What I was expecting was an innuendo or a smart-ass comment and a suggestive look screaming 'you're in trouble now, Grey.' I couldn't help but smile back as I nervously brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. An earnest smile from Patch was like finding a diamond in the desert, it just didn't really happen. He smiled, but it was usually dark, dangerous, naughty and ohhh sooo sexy. Those lips could make unspoken promises I didn't dare even think about...

"I'll do it." I said, my voice sounded confident and determined...I wasn't...I was nervous as hell. I had restless butterflies in my belly and my knees felt like they were made of rapidly melting butter. "Does it have to be here in front of everybody, or can I do it in private?" I don't know why I bothered to ask when I already knew the answer.

"No can do, it has to be here, with witnesses." Rixon answered and Vee nodded in agreement. Dabria looked five shades of green, she'd gotten quite a show tonight. I came here with Scott tonight thinking we'd have some shots, maybe play a game of Dare...you know, the normal kind where you have to lick a toilet not perform soft porn for others amusement...okay, so a LARGE part of me wasn't really complaining anymore...but it should have been.

I rose from my seat, mumbled a not so heart-felt 'I'm sorry' to Scott... honestly, it was more an 'I'm sorry I'm enjoying this and you have to watch because I have a conscience and I feel guilty', not a 'I'm sorry I have to do this, this dare sucks' kind of sorry... anymore...

I made my way to Patch and he stood up so we were facing each other. "Do you mind?" I nodded to his belt. Knowing I wanted him to unbuckle it for me, he barely started to move his hand, not even touching the belt yet, when Rixon stopped him.

"Hey, what are you doing? She's the one with the dare, she has to do it. Last time she got to sit back, relax and enjoy herself, this time you get to do that!" He said smugly.

Patch looked at me with an expressing that said 'sorry, but I'm not really sorry'. I could tell he was liking the idea of me stripping him down.

I licked my lips nervously and took a deep calming breath. I imagined everything and everyone in the room disappearing so that it was just the two of us. Slowly I grabbed a hold of his belt... I was so nervous, my palms were all sweaty and I struggled a minute before I actually unbuckled it. I unzipped his pants carefully and like the zipper sliding down the teeth chills shot down my spine. When I reached the end of the zipper my fingers brushed the satin skin of his erection and my breath hitched in my throat, he was commando like I should have known he would be and...he was so...fucking...hard...

With a devilish smirk I yanked his pants down. He met my smirk with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own. If I was going to do this, I might as well do it right. He'd given me how many mind-blowing orgasms already tonight?

I couldn't help the way my eyes gaze dropped from his face down to his package. I'd felt it when I was dancing up on him, grinding against him so I knew he felt impressive, but daaaaamn...my eyes about popped out of my head and my excitement was probably tangible. I couldn't help it, he was huge, but not grossly...he was hard, like painfully hard...and perfect, no guys cock was ever perfect, in fact mens bodies weren't exactly made for viewing pleasure, they were made for performance...well, we hoped our men could perform. Patch though, Patch was stunning just like the rest of him. I never would have believed it if someone had told me a guys dick could be beautiful, but here it was in front of me and there was no denying it, he was beautiful and I was never going to get my body to forget that...

I hadn't even realized my hand was moving until I touched him. My hand wrapped around the end of him and my thumb traced the curve at the tip of him, catching the drop of pre-cum and wiping it across the slit as the pad crossed over it. A soft moan escaped my lips. He was bigger than Scott, much bigger in length and girth and his erection stood up proud not hanging half-mass. I couldn't help but wonder if it would feel as perfect inside of me as he had put in my mind on our last dare...It had felt incredible, or at least he had made me think it did. Suddenly my pulse wasn't in my neck anymore, it was pulsating between my legs again and I could feel myself once again getting wet...oh no I blushed...

PATCH'S POV

Nora's eyes were traveling all over my body, drinking me in and I could see the appreciation and want in them as she stopped in the middle. I've never been an insecure guy, well, angel, I knew what I was capable of, but it still felt pretty damn good seeing her eyes pop out of her head and fill with heated lust and desire...and then she moaned...moaned!

I watched entranced as her hand moved towards me like it was drawn there on its own accord. When I felt her small, warm, slightly slick hand wrap around my cock my breathing stopped. Then I felt her brush the drop of cum from the head and I almost lost it like a freaking pubescent boy his first time. I wanted to bang my head on a wall, there was no way I was going to act like a rookie. The scent of her arousal hit me and made me even harder. I couldn't stop myself from wondering if it would feel anything like I'd visualized it to actually be sheathed inside of her right now...

NORA'S POV

I started to move my hand up and down his shaft in slow motion. Believe me when I say this was the first time in my life that performing a hand job had made me moan...I was enjoying this as much as I had anticipated I would, more than I know I should be...

I saw Patch close his eyes and I did the same. My mind was forming images in my head of me being completely naked underneath of him and he was moving inside of me... it felt so damn gooood, my body shivered and I moaned again, my grip getting tighter, making him growl in response... God, that fucking growl of his!

I began to squeeze him in rhythm with each stroke, every time I'd near the head I'd squeeze down and he'd gasp or groan. On every other stoke I ran my thumb over the crown and he'd growl. His pre-cum was lubricating his cock for me and I could feel him throbbing in my hand. I wanted him to fuck me so bad right then and there, to somehow mark me as HIS.

"Fuuuuuck...Nora!" He gave a strangled cry and the tone in his voice made me want to push him back on the floor and jump on him. Why did he have to be so fucking perfect? Why did he have to be so sexy, so sinful, so full of promises to fulfill every deep dark desire? I wanted to touch him everywhere...kiss him everywhere...taste him everywhere. Would he taste as good as he looked, as good as he felt?

I thought it was impossible that he could get any harder, but he did and I knew he was getting close. I was in agony... sweet pleasure and pain all at the same time. I wanted him bad enough that the thought was driving me crazy...then again, I had a part of him in my hand so I might as well make the best of it.

The sounds of his pleasure were getting louder, bringing me closer and closer to my own release, this would make my fifth orgasm of the night and he hadn't even entered me. I felt his hand lock over mine, guiding me in the rhythm and pressure he needed, faster...harder...

'Patch...' I slipped my internal voice into his head.

'Mmmm?' He was close, but I wanted him to lose his mind so I closed my eyes and directed a movie for him in the recesses of my mind.

'Watch...' I whispered.

In my mind Patch was sitting on a chair and I was in his lap, we were both naked and I was moving my hips over him, I put as much detail into the picture as I could using all five senses. We were locked in a heated kiss and the symphonic sounds we were making were stoking the fire between us higher and higher...more, I wanted more, more kisses, more touching, more sounds, more...more everything PATCH...I leaned back as he thrust up into my down strokes and I placed my hands on his knees. Patch watched me, oblivious of what I was doing until he saw me extend my legs, one at a time until my ankles rested one on each of his shoulders. His eyes widened and I smirked up at him as I started rocking back and forth at an almost impossible rate...'bet you didn't know I could do that.' I spoke to his mind.

'You're killing me...' He groaned.

'You're immortal, besides, death by orgasm? Not a bad way to go.' I refocused on visualizing for him as he had done for me earlier.

I could tell by the look on Patch's face he was mesmerized by the sight of me. His arms wrapped around my lower back, making me arch my back into him farther, taking him deeper, allowing him to hit that special spot that had me screaming his name. I let him hear that and in intimate detail I gave him the perfect view that position would allow him to have of his body entering mine...his rock hard pulsating cock covered in my essence slamming into me over and over again and again... I sent the sensation of him wrapped in my heated core, slick with my passion for him squeezing out my lust for him through my muscles to cradle and stroke him in time with our thrusts. My walls rippled their appreciation and pleasure around him so tightly he almost couldn't move in me. I imagine my insides being as hot as I felt, like molten lava flowing around his erection. I was whimpering at this position that allowed Patch to penetrating me deeper and harder than was humanly possible, his arms were pulling me closer as he plunged into me with long, slow, power filled thrusts and then rough and fast explosive one's that hit every sweet spot in me before power-housing into my special spot deep inside, that spongy part, my G-spot that made me cry every time I felt him slam into it. I put everything I had into the final pieces, pushing how I thought it would feel for me into his brain, the overload of physical sensations like a hurricane wracking my body, the tornado of emotions he constantly stirred in me, all of it I gave to him and with one last push I let him watch, let him feel everything I was imagining as we fell apart together moving in perfect sync as we rode out each others orgasms. Our other one had been crazy, wild, erotic, but this was something much greater than that, encompassing much more than that, we weren't just physically connecting, we were emotionally connected, even deeper than that and mind-speak combined as we chanted each others names in reverence, in relief, in passion, in benediction, in desire, in worship...in love... my name had never sounded more beautiful or my heart fuller...

'Angel...Look at me...' His voice was deep and soft like the lightest of feathers in the richest of colors as it glided into my head. My eyes slid open to capture his gaze and I realized I had been crying...

'Angel... I swear to you, Nora Grey, on this day, from now and forever, to give myself to you. I am yours. My LOVE, my body, my soul—I place in your possession and protection. I LOVE YOU, NORA GREY, I LOVE YOU...'

'I LOVE YOU TOO, PATCH CIPRIANO...' Tears were burning their path down my cheeks again.

'I told you you may have came with him, but you were leaving with me...willingly.' He chuckled. 'You may not want to leave our little world in here just yet...' I could hear the devilish smirk in his voice, which of course had me immediately aware of our surroundings, my hand was covered in warm liquid and four pairs of shocked eyes were staring back at me with mouths wide open...

...And I'd never been happier...

I wasn't really sure about an ending on this one, hope it isn't too lame. Patch and Nora have to have their happy ever after in my stories, it's in our unwritten contract ;)