It’s not normally like this. I’m not some sex-crazed person, but I can’t get enough of Patrick. Whether this changes things or not, now is not the time to figure that out. But, since we are stuck here in this hotel room, I’m going to take advantage of it.
Chapter 25
Patrick
BeingwithElliewasnot even close to what I was expecting.
I already knew that she was hot—and smart and funny—but after tonight, I can’t believe how much of her I didn’t see.
Everything about her already made me want to please her, but seeing her willingly give up control was not something I could’ve dreamed of. I still feel guilty about her drunken confession, but when she asked me if I wanted her, I knew I had to utilize that information.
My brain has been thinking up all the ways I was going to make her fantasy come true, and she seemed more than happy with what I was doing, surrendering to every word and every action. It was surprising how much of an effect I had on her, and even if I wanted to, there was no way I could stop.
Ellie is insatiable. It has only been twenty minutes since I had fucked her so hard that I was seeing stars when I came, but the mischievous look on her face leads me to assume only one thing.
Leaning forward, I place a light kiss on her lips. “What are you thinking about, El?”
She looks at me with big eyes and bites her lip, and it makes my cock throb slightly. Fuck, she’s not the only one being affected. “I was thinking about how we’re not even.”
“Can you tell me what that means?”
Her finger on my chest traces circles in my skin. “Well, you've made me come twice, and I only made you come once. So, that doesn’t seem very fair to me—”
She trails that same finger down my body making me shiver, but she hesitates slightly before going under the covers. I reach down to restrain her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “Ellie, you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I don’t care about being even. I’d be perfectly content just holding you for the rest of the night.”
There is no settling a score between us. I would happily make her come a hundred times and not be upset about a lack of reciprocation. I’ve always been a fan of eating pussy, but Ellie makes me want to quit my job and live between her legs. Her taste is like honey and musk on my tongue, and I’ve truly never tasted anything more addicting. If she wasn’t begging for my dick, I’d be making her come until the morning.
“Hmmm, that’s good to know, but I wouldn’t be offering if I didn’t want to do it.” She wiggles her hand out of my grip, and it disappears beneath the sheets. Her grip is light at the base of my shaft, and it’s her turn to smirk at me. With an explorative curiosity, she moves her hand slowly up and down my length. A low moan falls out of me which creates a rewarding brightness in her eyes. She is genuinely enjoying this, and there is nothing hotter than that. “And, anyways, I really want to taste your cock—”
My heart nearly bursts out of my chest.
Okay, I stand corrected.
She pulls the covers down, and her desire is all over her face when she looks at my cock. She leans forward pressing kisses down my stomach while slowly picking up the speed of her stroking. As she moves herself between my legs, I have a full view of what she’s about to do, and there is no hesitation. She licks the bead of precum off my tip and then immediately licks up from the base of my shaft all the way back to the top.
She gives a wet little kiss to the head and smiles up at me.
Fuck, that is so sexy.
Sucking the tip lightly, she swirls her tongue over it. I’m going to die and go straight to heaven if she keeps doing this.
As she moves up and down my length, her hair completely obstructs my view, so I reach down and collect it into a messy handful.
I’m not interested in controlling her while she does this. I want her to have fun, go at her own pace, but I love having my hand wrapped up in her hair. It’s obvious by the way she moans when I grip it firmly that she likes it too.
Ellie is sloppy in her techniques, but that just makes it so much better. I love how she cares more about making me feel good than trying to look perfect and pristine.
No matter what she does, she looks beautiful—especially with her mouth around my cock.
I watch as she goes from trying to fit the whole thing in her mouth, which is a wasted effort, to using her hand to help. She twists her grip up and down in sequence with her mouth, and I feel my heart almost beating out of my chest.
“El, I’m going to come.” I try to give a warning, but she lets out a little hum that vibrates through my entire body and does not stop what she’s doing. God, she is driving me insane. If I hold back any longer, I might actually pass out.
Leaning into the sensation, I explode in her mouth. She does her best to shove my cock as far down her throat as she can fit it to swallow as much as she can. A little dribble seeps out the side of her mouth, but before I can help, she wipes it off with the side of her hand. What I’m not expecting is for her to lick it off of her hand like she doesn’t want it to go to waste. When she sees me watching her, her skin flushes, and she attempts to shy away.
“Fuck, baby. You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.” I pull her up on top of me, and her mouth crashes into mine. Not caring about where her mouth was, I just need her close to me.
I kiss her deeply and explore her. Her body is flawless, and I have a newfound love and appreciation for the parts of her that spill over in my hands. Every part of her is perfect—her stomach, her thighs, her arms, her ass. I could spend hours worshiping every inch of her, and that’s what I plan to do. As I move my lips all over her, I notice how smooth her skin is.
