Chapter 24
Ellie
I can’t fully comprehend how I ended up like this, straddling Patrick with one of his hands on my ass and the other in my hair, but I can’t complain.
“I need to get you out of this dress.” I can barely think straight, but the fact that his ‘wants’ have turned to ‘needs’ is driving me feral. “El, please. I’ve been dreaming about what your body looks like.”
He helps lift me off his lap, so I’m standing about a foot in front of him. Peering up at him, I reach down to pull my dress off, but he grabs my wrist and tsks, removing my hands from the fabric. “Uh-uh. Not so fast, baby. I need to take my time with you.”
I’m on display as his eyes graze up and down my body. Now that we’re both standing up, the outline of his length is right in front of me, and my mouth falls open realizing how big he is. He definitely felt big when I shamelessly rubbed myself on him, but to see it is a whole other ballgame.
His pupils dilate, and the corners of his mouth turn up when he sees my reaction. “You should close your mouth before I make you use it.”
The way he talks to me sends shivers through my whole body. Patricks moves his hand up the slit in my dress, and my knees start to wobble.
“Were you trying to torture me, baby? Wearing this sexy, little dress knowing no one could have you. I had to sit there all night, trying not to think about all the things I want to do to you.” His hand moves through the opening in the dress and wraps tightly around my upper thigh.
I’ve already soaked through the thin layer of lace, and he’s only a few inches away from feeling my desire.
“You’re so soft. I want my mouth all over you, El.
Be a good girl and lift your arms for me. ”
I comply without questions as he lifts the silky fabric up over my head. With care, he goes to lay it over the back of the couch with his suit jacket, and my heart strings pull at the sweet gesture.
As he walks back over to me, he rolls the cuffs of his dress shirt up to expose his forearms. I’m surprised by how slow and meticulous his movements are because I am so unbearably desperate.
His finger traces along my jaw, tilting my chin up to look at him. He is at least six inches taller, even with my heels on, but I don’t mind how he towers over me.
“So, I think I have the dirty talking thing down. How would you like me to be rough with you? You never went into detail that night, and I’ve been dying to know.”
Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I feel nervous. I’ve never had anyone ask me what they should do before—they’ve just done whatever they liked.
With my nerves, I can’t focus long enough to give an answer, but the silence doesn’t upset him. “Hmmm, okay. What if I do something and you tell me if you like it or not?”
“O-okay.”
His hand moves up the back of my neck, and he wraps my hair around his fist. “Hair pulling?”
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he pulls my head back. “Mm, yes.”
“Fuck, you make the sweetest sounds.” His grip stays tight as he moves his mouth down to my neck. “Tell me if you like this.”
Soft kisses are placed in a line down my throat, and when he nips on my skin right where it meets my shoulder, honest to god, I almost fall over.
My balance wavers, so I hold onto his arm, needing something to ground me. “Y-yes. That’s good.”
Without warning, his teeth scrape against my skin, and he bites down, evoking another yelp from me. Placing a small kiss to soothe where he just caused me pain, his eyes look up at me with eagerness. “What about that? Do you like it when I hurt you, Ellie?”
“F-fuck. Um, that’s g-good too.” My voice is shakier than I am, and I'm so on edge that just one touch could probably send me into instant bliss.
Patrick brings his face back up to mine and kisses me lightly. “You’re doing so good, baby. Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please.”
He lets out a pained groan and palms his erection through his dress pants. “God, you sound pretty when you beg.”
There is something about me being almost naked while Patrick is still fully clothed that is making me go crazy.
He holds so much power right now, and it’s funny how I don’t feel scared at all.
I have actually never felt so safe being so exposed to someone than I do with Patrick, and he reminds me why.
“Remember, I might be calling the shots, but you’re in control. Stop me if you are not comfortable.”
Unclasping my bra and helping me out of it, he tosses it onto the couch without breaking our gaze—like he’s afraid if he looks away, I could disappear at any second.
I normally feel self conscious without anything supporting me, but Patrick’s hooded eyes and euphoric gaze makes me forget all of my insecurities.
When he swipes a thumb over my hard nipple, I shudder.
Finally giving himself permission to look, he moves both hands up my stomach to cup my breasts and watches as they overflow in his grasp. “Your tits look so good, El.”
His mouth moves down to pull a hard peak between his teeth.
I wince at the sudden sharpness, but he is gentle enough where it doesn’t actually hurt.
He leaves small kisses and bites all over my breasts while his hands roam the rest of my body.
The teasing is almost too much as he manages to touch almost everywhere other than where I need him to.
I think he might get off on having me beg because I am getting awfully close to doing it again.
It feels sacrilegious to watch Patrick kneel in front of me.
His mouth places purposeful kisses as he lowers himself to his knees.
He runs a finger in the waistband of my underwear and gives a light tug to uncover the skin beneath.
His teeth nip and suck right beside my hip bone, causing me to squirm in response.
As he holds my hips to keep me in place, he leaves a tiny bruise where his mouth just was.
“How do you feel about me leaving little marks on you?”
“Mm, I-I love it.” I can barely get the words out.
I gasp when the lace from my hips is tugged all the way to my ankles. I’m still unsteady in my heels, so he holds the back of my thigh as he helps me step out of my panties. Holding the tiny piece of soaked lace in his hand, he smirks up at me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” I gasp as he places a kiss an inch above the wetness and shoves my pair of ruined underwear in his pocket. “I’m going to taste your soaked, little pussy now, okay?”
“P-please—” I start to crumble when he kisses my warmth.
His tongue slips in, spreading me, and he pulls one of my thighs over his shoulder for a better angle.
His hands are firm on my body to stop me from falling over, but I still hold onto him for balance.
When his lips wrap around my clit, I feel my knees giving out, and when he sucks lightly, little black spots flicker in my vision. “Oh my god, Patrick.”
Without giving me a second to process, he moves back up my body to kiss me. He forces his tongue in to tease mine, and I whimper for more as he gives me a taste of myself. It’s erotic and filthy, and I can’t get enough.
“Do you like how you taste, Ellie baby?” His lips are so close that I can feel his smile on my mouth. “You taste like a fucking dream to me. Better than I could’ve imagined."
Not being able to take it any longer, I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself steady and look up at him. His hair is messy, and a slight sheen of my wetness covers his chin. I plead, “Please, fuck me. I want you inside of me so bad. I need it.”
To my detriment, he does nothing but stare at me with that same devilish look, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. Button by button, I start to remove Patrick’s shirt, but he grabs my wrists, restraining them against his chest.
He brings my hands up to his mouth and places chaste kisses across my knuckles. “I’ll make you a deal, El. I’ll fuck you, but not until I've made you come at least once.”
“Ugh, fine, but—” A startled screech comes out of me as Patrick lifts me up and walks me to the edge of the bed. He kisses me while pushing me down, causing me to lay flat on my back.
“Relax, El. I’m going to make you feel so good.
” Patrick slides himself to his knees, pulling my thighs over his shoulders.
He doesn’t hesitate to pick up where he left off, sucking on my clit and making me jerk.
I grab a handful of the bedsheets, trying to ground myself in something physical, but I almost explode when he slips a finger inside me.
He moves his finger at a devastatingly slow pace.
“You’re so tight, El. How are you going to be able to take my cock? ”
My cheeks burn with every word he speaks.
Patrick is the last person I expected to talk to me like this, but it turns me on so much.
He adds another finger and curls them to hit that spot while his tongue swirls over my clit.
My body jerks and thrashes, causing him to tighten his grip on my legs.
As if he can sense how close I am, he mumbles against me, “You’re doing so good, baby. ”
I can’t stop it the deep sensation inside of me that's making me twitch. “Patrick, I’m going to—”
I’m about ready to burst when Patrick slows his movements, and my orgasm comes to a crashing halt.
“No, no, no, no, no.” I whine out, not caring about how I sound.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I groan in frustration.
“You’re way too easy to tease, baby.” He continues to drive his fingers into me just forcefully enough to leave me needing more and kisses the inside of my thigh. His whisper is barely loud enough to hit my ears. “You have such a pretty pussy, you know?”
“D-don’t fucking do that again-n.” I threaten with all of the seriousness I can muster, but it gets lost when Patrick hovers over my warmth.
His breath is on me, and I know he is doing this just to torture me. "So, I take it you're not into orgasm denial?"
"F-fuck, no."