She tries to hide away from me but shrieks as I toss her over my shoulder, smacking her ass hard. I love showing her that she is the perfect size for me, that I can toss her around with ease. There is nothing that is going to stop me from taking her to my bed and making her scream my name over and over again.
Honestly, if I had any condoms down here, I would’ve fucked her right on the counter because carrying her like this is throwing me into a frenzy. Rushing up the stairs, all I can think about is her tight, soaked pussy and the need to be inside her as soon as possible.
Tossing Ellie onto my bed, she looks flustered and messy. My ego inflates knowing that I can do that to her. Leaning down, I kiss her hard and fast, hoping that she feels the same way that I do.
As I riffle through my dresser drawer for a condom, her sundress lands at my feet, and I look up to see her patiently waiting—her full body on display just for me. While I don’t expect her to be shy at this point, her confidence and the seductive look she has almost make me fall to my knees.
Fuck, she is perfect for me.
I’m desperate to keep playing with her, but I can’t wait any longer to feel her warmth around me. Leaning over her, I pull her hips up to meet mine and slide deep in one fluid motion. She lets out a gasp when I push myself deeper, but it quickly turns into a breathy whimper. “Oh my god, Patrick. You feel so good. I needed this so bad.”
Her confession stuns me. Having sex in the hotel, she wasn’t very vocal—well, not with her words. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but Ellie’s words are like a shock to my system.
My breathing gets ragged as I try to focus on not coming too fast. It is so tempting, but I need to make this last as long as possible. She wants this. She needs this. “Me too, baby. You’re so fucking perfect. I—”
I have to stop myself. I don’t know if it’s the endorphins or my own emotions, but it takes everything in me to avoid telling her that I love her.
I shake off the thought and thrust harder. Her fingers claw against my bedsheets, and I feel the urge to take control.Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head, and the action results in the sweetest moan from Ellie.
Her responses to my roughness are always a pleasant surprise, showing me how much she truly enjoys it. I use one hand to keep her wrists restrained and reach down to play with her clit with the other. Leaning down to her ear, I whisper with a low growl, “Be a good girl and come for me again, El. I want to feel you squeezing my cock right fucking now.”
Her body is already trembling before the words come out of my mouth, and I can’t stop a smirk from forming. She keeps letting her guard down around me, revealing how easy it is for me to please her when she does.
Her inner walls grip me tight, and her warmth is too much.
As she comes, I let go, releasing a low groan. Her body grows rigid for a few moments then softens as her orgasm dissipates. I wish I could stay like this forever in the comfort of her glow, but I pull out and go to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When I get back, she is snuggled up in my bed, completely wrapped up in the sheets. I pull on a pair of clean boxers and grab a sweatshirt for Ellie. After everything that happened tonight, I want her to feel as safe and comfortable as possible.
When she is ready, we can talk about how she’s feeling, but for now, I make her sit up so I can pull my hoodie on over her head. It makes my heart happy, seeing her in my clothing. I’m not the territorial type of guy, but there’s something about being with Ellie that makes me feel protective.
Reveling in the peace and quiet, I pull her into me, hoping that everything will be okay.
Chapter 33
Ellie
BeingwrappedupinPatrick’s sheets with his arms around me makes everything feel a little bit more okay.
His room is dark and cozy like the rest of his house, and I am comforted by his smell everywhere. If I could stay here and never leave, I would do it, but I’m going to have to face reality at some point.
I knew that dinner with my parents was going to be bad, but how my mom acted at dinner was inexcusable, even for her. I thought Patrick would act as a buffer; unfortunately, it only took her about thirty minutes to start criticizing every aspect of my life.
It doesn’t matter how many times I tell her that I would rather do something I enjoy and make a little less money than do a job that I hate and make a lot of money, she doesn’t care. God, I even compromised by telling her that I would look into technical writing as a ‘suitable’ job choice after I get my degree, which got her off my back for a while. But obviously, that didn’t work.
When I was younger, I tried talking back and using reason, but it never worked. Genuinely standing up for myself has never been an option either because I have always been terrified ofwhat might happen. They’re all that I have, besides Nick, and back when I had nowhere else to go, they supported me—for the most part.
Being my parents' only child has always put an unnecessary amount of pressure and attention on me, but as much as I hate when she talks to me like that, I had always accepted that it’s better to just take it than to cause a rift between us. While it has always made me miserable, it’s been easier now that I don’t live with them anymore. At least, I thought it was easier.
It wasn’t until Patrick stood up for me that I realized that it doesn’t matter if they are my parents, being treated like that is not okay. It took me the entire car ride to reflect and come to the realization that there is nothing wrong with what I want to do with my life.
Somehow, I got stuck in another cycle of emotional abuse. Without Patrick’s help, there was no way I would’ve stood up for myself, but now that it has been done, there is no way I can go back to the way it was. I can’t pretend like it’s okay, and I refuse to try. Now all I can do is put more distance between myself and my mom until she can accept that what I want to do is valid.
Patrick hasn’t tried to talk to me about what happened yet, and I’m grateful he was able to temporarily take my mind off of it. When we got to his house, I was not in the right head space to talk about it, but now that I’ve had some time to process everything, I don’t want to leave him in the dark. He deserves more than that. Even after trying to make sense of it all, I still don’t know if I’m ready, but it needs to be said.
The sheets are soft as I shift, causing us to face each other, and Patrick looks strikingly handsome in the shadows of the room. His eyes are dark and comforting, and his hair is pushed back and a little messy. The corners of his lips move up slightly as he watches me examine his features.
Taking a deep breath, I find my voice. “Thank you for what you did tonight. I really appreciate you standing up for me.”
