Read Online Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4) by Leta Blake, Alice Griffiths - Free Book Online Page B

Patrick asks.
    “I already know what you like,” Will murmurs, lowering his lashes as his neck flushes like his chest and cheeks. “You told me once.”
    “That’s right. I remember.”
    Believe what you want about me, but I don’t get off on that. Breath play, spanking, sure, but not humiliation.
    After being followed by the Molinaro family’s goon, he’d explained to Will that his clumsy attempts at feigned affection weren’t actually intended to mortify. But Patrick hasn’t forgotten the way Will’s pupils had dilated at his little list of potential kinks.
    “So what is it? Breath play? Spanking? What’s got your cheeks turning redder than roses?”
    Will squirms and takes a few more bites of his food before putting it aside. Patrick holds back the impulse to confirm Will has eaten enough to cover his insulin injection. He looks okay and none of his tells are manifesting to indicate he’s going low.
    “C’mon,” Patrick murmurs. “Which one?”
    “Both?” Will scrubs his hands in his hair and then wrinkles his nose, embarrassment warring with hope in his eyes. “Is that greedy?”
    “Nope, that’s hot. Tell me more. What do you like about them?”
    “I’ve never done them before.”
    Duh .
    Will’s lower lip goes into his mouth and he chews it for a long second that Patrick’s on the verge of interrupting when he finally says, “I’ve always had some dirty fantasies, but I’ve never told anyone about them.”
    “Oh, goodie. Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
    “They’re embarrassing.”
    “C’mon, I’ve licked your asshole.” He lifts a brow. “Tell me.”
    “Fine.” Will stalls for a second longer. “So, I’ve had a version of this one fantasy since I was really young, like five or six.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Um, whenever I was at the farm, I’d find a way to go out to the barn alone. I’d pretend that I’d been kidnapped by a bad man.” He clears his throat. “I didn’t know anything more than that. Just that he was ‘bad,’ which was a really abstract idea to me, and that he was really handsome. He looked a lot like Magnum P.I., but he always wore a suit.”
    “You and that face fur.”
    “He didn’t have a mustache either. Anyway, in my fantasy, first he’d stroke my hair for a long time and stare into my eyes.” Will’s Adam’s apple bobs as he looks away from Patrick, cheeks flaming. “After a while, he’d confess that he loved me.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Then he’d bend me over Uncle Kevin’s workbench and spank me.”
    Patrick hoots and grins. “Wow. Kinky. I love it.”
    Will’s face is red but he goes on with his story. “Yeah. I’d writhe around on the bench pretending to get spanked, getting really excited, and what I know now was aroused. But I was just a kid then and I didn’t understand what I wanted.” Will’s shy, determined eyes flick back to Patrick. “When I was older, and my plumbing was working, I started jerking off to that fantasy. It’s still a favorite.”
    “Dirty.” Patrick’s gaze lingers on Will’s wet lips. “Tell me more.”
    “Breath play excites me too.” Will’s voice hitches like he’s choked on air. “I don’t know where I got the idea from—”
    “Porn.”
    “But I first jerked off thinking about it in college.”
    “Details.” Patrick’s dick is hard as hell and he wants Will’s mouth on it, but he wants to know about Will’s dirty fantasies more.
    “S—similar set up. Bad man again. Kidnaps me. But he makes me hold my breath until I come.” He ducks his head.
    Patrick takes Will’s scabbed-up chin between his fingers and lifts his head.
    “Tell me more.”
    “Sometimes I pretend it’s done by magic, like a fantasy world where the bad man takes my breath with the power of his mind.” Will squirms. “That’s my favorite.”
    “Sounds hot.”
    “Other times, I keep it more mundane. He just uses his hands to cut off my breath and I let him.” Will chews on his bottom lip and smiles gently. “I