I want to keep her like this forever.
She moans when I squeeze her ass. “I love your body, El. You are everything.”
Her mumbles are unintelligible against my chest as she dozes off. Reaching over, I turn off the bedside lamp and pull the sheets over top of us. The smell of us and honeysuckle fills my nose as she snuggles in closer to me.
I hold her as I drift off to sleep, having not felt this content in a long time.
Chapter 26
Ellie
Patrick’sarmsarearoundme when I wake up, and I feel so peaceful.
My head has been silent all night since being fucked into oblivion, and it makes me wonder why I don’t do this more often. While I know he doesn’t want a girlfriend, all of this makes me think about what it would be like to actually date Patrick. If he ever does decide to lock down anyone, they should feel very lucky.
Not fully awake, he grumbles something under his breath and snuggles closer to me. I think he might try to go back to sleep, but he moves my hair and kisses my neck, letting me know he is definitely awake. “El, how do you smell so good?”
The more his lips move over my skin, the wetter I get. Like he can read my mind, his hand slips down past the sheets, finding its way between my legs.
Arching myself into his touch, I tease. “You haven’t had enough of me yet?”
“Impossible.” He groans, and I can feel his length pressed up against my ass. “I can never get enough of you.”
Last night was dirty and rough, and this morning is the exact opposite. I moan as one of his hands caresses my breastand the other one teases my sore cunt. He is just as deliberate with his movements as he was last night, but this is sleepy and gentle.
A finger slips inside of me, and I gasp at the intrusion. Letting out a low growl into my skin, he grinds his hips harder into my side. “God, El. You could make me come just from those little noises.”
I protest when I feel him pulling away from me until I realize what he is doing. He shifts me so I’m flat on my back and kisses me with determination. Moving his way down, he trails tiny kisses down my neck. His hand cups my breasts, and he puts his mouth over one of my nipples. His tongue flicks over it and sucks softly.
The need for more becomes overwhelming, but whether he is purposefully teasing me or just enjoying himself, I don’t rush him.
He eventually finds his way down between my legs, and my fingers push through his hair giving a light tug. When I glance over at the alarm clock in the room, it shows that there’s only thirty minutes until the breakfast buffet closes. My stomach grumbles, and I pull on his hair trying to get his attention. “Patrick, we’re going to miss breakfast if you keep doing that.”
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he moves one of his hands up and puts his whole hand over my mouth to stop my protesting.
“I’m enjoying my breakfast right now, El.” He covers my pussy in wet kisses, and I let out a long moan. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a man enjoy this so much, but it’s something that I could definitely get used to. “Give me five minutes. Can youdo that, baby?”
All I can do is moan in agreement as he continues. He teases my opening, and I contemplate begging him to fuck me again. Right as I’m about to open my mouth, he thrusts two fingers in, curling them up into my g-spot. His mouth moves over my clit, and he swirls his tongue, which makes me lose my mind. My body jerks under him, and I can feel him smirking as I sob out his name. He asked for five minutes, but he’s going to get me off in half that time if he keeps this up.
“Don’t stop, please. Patrick, I’m so close.” My brain is getting foggy, and I can barely get the words out. He keeps up his pace, thrusting a little harder as he pushes me over the edge. I convulse under his mouth, and my thighs squeeze tight around his head. He continues his movements until my body calms down—although my heart is still pounding in my chest.
He eagerly licks clean the hand that is covered in my juices.
“Mm, my name sounds so fucking good on your lips.” Moving back up my body, he kisses me, and I can taste myself. “I need to take a quick shower. You go down to breakfast, and I’ll meet you there.”
It takes me a couple minutes to gather myself, but he doesn’t have to ask me twice. I pull on a t-shirt and sweatpants, not really caring what anyone thinks, and head down to breakfast.
When I spot Natalie and Wes sitting at a table, I join them without hesitating.
“Fun night?” Wes jokes and gestures to a hickey on my neck.
My face turns bright red, and I cover my face and pull my hair out of my messy bun to cover the bruising. “Oh my god. I’m going to kill Patrick.”
At least no one will be questioning if we’re a real couple or not.
To avoid more embarrassment, I get up and fill my plate, getting an assortment of fruit and a couple slices of bacon. While I’m walking around the buffet, Rebecca comes in and sits at a table close to us. My plan is to ignore her. Being the bigger person is the best option for me since I don’t want to do or say anything to get Patrick in trouble.
When I get back to the table, Wes is arguing about the most effective way to attack the buffet. “You fill up on the most expensive stuff first to get your money's worth!”
