Patrick:You want to take a break and come over? I have some ideas on how to help you get out of your head.
It’s a long shot, but I have to try. We agreed to being friends with benefits, and I should utilize that. Although, my faith is lost when she doesn’t respond within a few minutes.
Trying not to act disappointed, I turn on my TV and set my phone to the side, but as soon as it touches my night stand, it buzzes.
Ellie:I’ll be over in 30
The smile on my face is a sign that I’m in way over my head.
Chapter 35
Ellie
Itwasnotinthe plans to go to Patrick’s house tonight, but I’m definitely not upset about it.
After my eight hour shift, I started working on my paper almost immediately when I got home, and my brain is absolutely fried. Just when I thought I couldn’t go on, his text message came as a pleasant surprise, and the thought of Patrick taking my mind off of everything was an offer I could not resist.
It’s funny that his room looks cleaner than before, which makes sense seeing how he definitely had some time to prepare for me coming over—unlike the last time. I only get a glance at the space before I feel Patrick’s hands on me, pushing me up against the door frame and bringing his mouth down to mine. Arching my back, I press my body into his and feel him release a deep groan. The sound goes straight between my thighs, and my need for him grows.
Patrick wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and the other one moves to grip my jaw. I’ve always been into the idea of rough sex, but thoughts of him wrapping his hand around my throat surprise me.
My mind is rushing. Would I enjoy the feeling? Would Patrick be into it? Do I trust him enough to do it? It’s never beensomething that I thought I might be into, and even though I feel a little nervous, I lean into it.
Fuck it. What’s the worst that can happen?
Instead of asking, my hand moves over his, dragging it down so it braces the sides of my neck. Apparently, that’s all I needed to do to get him on board. His length grows harder against my stomach, telling me that he likes it too. There is desperation in his movements, and I can’t get enough. His grip is firm, but he remains cautious, not quite squeezing. It honestly doesn’t matter. It’s more about the feeling than it is about actually being choked, and he is doing exactly what I need him to. A moan slips out of me as he kisses me hard and frantically.
When he pulls his mouth away, I can’t stop a pathetic whimper from slipping out, resulting in a smirk from Patrick.
“If I knew how much you liked my hand around your pretty throat, I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”His voice is low, and when I start to respond, his mouth crashes back onto mine. He uses his thumb to push my chin up to kiss me deeper. His lips part, and his tongue finds its way to mine, teasing and tasting. His grip on my throat tightens as we both get more comfortable with it, and I melt into him.
He pulls himself away again, but his hands don’t move. Holding me tightly in his grip, his eyes graze over me, sending a shiver through my body. I tug on the bottom of his shirt, encouraging him to take it off, but his face shows that he is contemplating something. He looks conflicted, but his eyes are hungry. Needing to know what's going on in his head, I try to pull him closer to me. “What are you thinking about?”
He’s silent for a moment, but he stares at me with a devilish look. “I want to watch you play with yourself.”
I choke on the air and do my best not to look shocked. Gaining my composure, I try to make a joke, but it’s hard to joke when his hand is still tight around my throat. “I-isn’t the whole point of us being friends with benefits that I don’t have to play with myself anymore?”
“Humor me.” He loosens his grip and backs away from me.I roll my eyes.
You know what, fine.If Patrick wants a show, I’ll give him a show.
Staring down at my outfit, I only now notice how un-sexy it is.
When I had gotten the invite to come over, I took a quick shower, and while debating on what to wear, I realized that it really didn’t matter since we aren’t actually dating. It’s nice that I don’t have to feel the pressure to impress Patrick. Searching through my dresser, I found a simple pair of black underwear and a black bra to match because I’m not a heathen. Then, not wanting to waste any more time, I threw on an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. It’s definitely not the most attractive outfit, but that didn’t stop Patrick from putting his hands all over me as soon as I walked through his door. Although, now I wish I was wearing something a little more flattering.
Watching him lean against the door frame expectantly, I make my way over to his bed. This is the hard part. It’s easy to feel sexy and confident when I’m all dolled up, but I’m going to do my best to fake it.
Taking my sweet time, I strip my clothes off one by one. It feels ridiculous taking so much time to remove my shirt, but watching Patrick follow my every move makes it worth it. When I unclasp my bra and let it drop to the floor, I’m pretty sure he is on the verge of fainting. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, and the outline of his cock is visible against his sweatpants. Just seeing how hot and bothered taking off my clothes makes him is making it more fun for me.
Maybe I am actually having a good time? His desperation is palpable, so thinking he won’t be able to resist for too long, I try to make a game out of it. How long can Patrick keep his hands to himself?
Doing my best to push my nervous energy down, I bite my lip and breathe slowly—in through the nose and out through the mouth. This is just like all of the times I’ve touched myself alone in bed. I have masterbated thousands of times, so this should be easy, right?
After slowly sliding my underwear down, I fling them over to him and laugh as they hit him dead center in the chest. It feels nice to get a smirk out of him, but my heart starts racing when I crawl onto his bed. Even though I only spent the night here once, I’ve missed the feel of his bedsheets against my skin. I’ve missed the smell,hissmell, that lingers through the whole house, but especially here.
Making my way to the middle of the bed, I prop myself up against his pillows and slowly spread my legs. It is difficult to not let my shyness seep out, but I’ve already committed to putting on a show.
When I look up at him, all of those feelings of insecurity vanish. His full attention is on my body, and he seems hungry for me. He grips his cock hard through the fabric like he’s not allowing himself any pleasure yet. Ever so slowly, I move a hand down and play with my breast, letting out a small moan as I pinch my nipple. It hurts as I tug and tease the sensitive bud, but it feelssogood.
