Chapter 32
Patrick
The drive to my house is too quiet.
I didn’t turn on any music when we left Ellie’s parent's house, and it’s a little bit late to do it now.
The main unknown is what’s going through her mind. All I know is that she doesn’t want to be by herself, and I don’t want that either. Despite all of the thoughts running through my head, I haven’t figured out what I’m going to do, but there is this internal need to make it right by her.
Pulling into my parking spot in front of my townhouse, I realize that Ellie hasn’t been here since that first time.
It feels pathetic that even back then I was hoping for more with her.
Little did I know that I would be stuck in this weird 'fake dating/friends with benefits' situation, but I’ll take whatever she is willing to give me.
I turn off the car, twisting the key in the ignition, and the engine's lack of power instantly adds to the silence. The air around us begins to warm up, but it’s not unbearable. I’ll sit here as long as it takes, as long as she needs.
Since I have already done enough this evening, it’s best to let Ellie be in charge of what happens next.
I am perfectly fine waiting all night for her to make a decision.
She is quiet, seemingly emotionless, as I patiently wait to be whatever she needs—a shoulder to cry on, a punching bag for her emotions, a ride back to her apartment.
I do my best not to watch her, but I can’t help it. It is killing me that I can’t figure her out right now. This is what I’m supposed to be good at, and it sucks that Ellie has somehow disarmed me.
Her chest moves up and down as she takes long, deep breaths, and I am hypnotized watching her. Without warning, she unbuckles her seatbelt and turns in the seat so her body is facing mine.
She finally shifts her eyes to look up at me and gives the slightest semblance of a smile.
Trying not to force anything, I set my hand face up between us, and her fingers slide to intertwine with mine.
This is the first time we’ve touched since I, for lack of a better term, dragged her out of her parent’s house, and her skin feels like it's electrically charged.
I’m not sure if it’s my nerves or the uncertainty, but it feels dangerous to touch her.
Her motions are fluid, and I don’t realize what is going on until it is already happening.
She is kissing me. A long, hard kiss followed by soft, sweet, supple grazes that cover my jaw and neck.
She has propped herself up and is leaning over the center console to get to me.
When she moves, the fabric at her chest puckers, allowing me to see down the front of her sundress.
She is so responsive to me, and as much as I want to keep going, I have to check in with her. Holding her face in my hands, I pull her away gently and meet her eyes, brushing my thumbs over her skin.
She gasps at the lack of contact and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
All I can think about is how beautiful she looks in the low lighting of my car, but I need to make sure she is okay.
“Ellie, we don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want to.
I have zero expectations for us tonight, and I know that—”
My words are blocked by Ellie’s lips on mine. She is desperate in her movements, and her hands move through my hair, trying to pull me closer to her. I breathe her in. She is delicious and perfect, and I can’t get enough of her.
She breaks away, breathing heavily. “Can we go inside, please?”
My answer is shown with a small nod, and Ellie gives me one more long kiss before she makes her way out of the car, moving up the steps to my house.
It would do me good to take a brief second to process everything, but she is too enticing.
I immediately follow her out and catch up to her before she makes it to the door.
Her hands roam over my body as I fumble with the keys to get us inside.
As soon as we’re through and I lock the deadbolt, her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me in for more.
She is willing as I take over, hauling her up into my arms, and without hesitation, she wraps her legs around my torso.
This is the first time that she hasn’t been averse to me picking her up.
I remember when I lifted her in a hug while we were playing volleyball, and her whole body clammed up, panic written across her beautiful features.
There is no sign of that now. A sense of pride washes over me when I realize that she trusts me like this—to hold her and not let her go.
I want to tell her that I love her body.
She is perfect just the way she is—thick and soft and stunning.
Everything about her is irresistible, and I can’t stop myself from thinking about her.
But, now is not the time for that. She is being bold but is still emotionally fragile, and I am going to give her exactly what she needs.
Moving towards the stairs, I attempt to take her up to my bedroom, but there's no way we're going to make it that far.
She feels so good wrapped around me, and I need to have her now.
Walking us into the kitchen, I set her on the counter. Her squeals from the cool marble countertop on her bare skin make me chuckle into the crook of her neck—inhaling deeply to imprint her scent in my lungs.
Her lips are still all over me, biting, nibbling, sucking anywhere she can get to.
Already unbuttoning the top of my shirt to gain more access, she kisses down my chest. My touch moves up her thighs, right below the delicate hem of her dress.
The flowy sundress gives me all the access I need.
Ever since I picked her up this evening, I’ve dreamed of ripping it off and worshiping her.
Before this continues, I need to hear Ellie say this is what she wants. There’s a very good chance that she is distressed by all of the emotions from tonight. And, if this is how she wants to cope, I am more than fine giving her a helping hand, but I need consent first.
She whines when I retreat barely an inch. My breaths are already ragged from our brief interaction, but I get myself together. When her eyes meet mine, I don’t see sadness or regret. Instead, they are clouded with desire.
“Ellie, are you sure this is what you want?”
“Patrick, please—” The breathy way she says my name causes all the blood to rush to my cock. “P-please, I need this so bad. I need you.”
She reaches down to undo my belt, but I am already moving myself down her body, planting heavy, wet kisses across her chest. Her breathing becomes ragged and shallow, and it feels like her heart is about to beat out of her chest as I flip up the dainty fabric of her dress.
I run my hands under her thighs and yank her to the edge of the counter.
“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all night.” My fingers graze over her lacy underwear, and she moans when my fingers feel the dampness through the fabric. “Fuck, you’re so wet, and I’ve barely even touched you yet. You’re such a good girl for me.”
Moving my fingers up and down her panties, she lets out a soft whimper, desperate for me to touch her where it will feel good, but I want to tease her.
I want to make her forget about everything that happened tonight.
I want her dripping. I want to make her want me so bad that she can’t take it anymore.
While kissing the soft skin on her shoulder, I push her panties to the side and rub my thumb against her clit in small, circular motions. “You look so sexy in this dress. Did you wear it just to make me suffer?”
“P-please—” As I move down to nibble the top of her breast, she pulls at a handful of my hair. The moan that she lets out is so tempting that I want to slip inside her right now.
“Please what, baby? Use your words.” Pulling the strap of her dress down to reveal her, I kiss until my mouth is on her nipple.
The way her body reacts to me is unlike anything I’ve experienced.
The sound is melodious as she mutters profanities under her breath when I pull on it lightly with my teeth.
“Please, f-fuck me.” I grip the sides of her underwear, and she lifts her hips up so I can slide them down. God, she is so fucking hot. She shivers as I pull the lacy fabric down, my fingers grazing the sides of her legs.
“Not yet, El.” Her dress bunches up around her stomach when I spread her thighs.
Her scent is heavenly and completely addictive; my mouth waters just thinking about tasting her.
Her pussy is dripping wet for me, but as much as I want to indulge, it’s more fun to watch her twitch and squirm from need.
Giving a deep kiss to her inner thigh, I leave a little love mark at the same time my thumb goes back to teasing her clit.
Her body spasms slightly with each graze, and I sink one finger deep inside her.
My pulse races as she lets out one of the most delicious cries I’ve ever heard. My name on her tongue makes me melt.
“Baby, if you keep saying my name like that, I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long enough to fuck you.” Waiting for her response, I look up to see her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy.
Her hands pull my hair, trying to move my mouth closer to her wetness. I do my best to resist, but a man can only hold out for so long.
She uses me, guiding me to where she needs me the most. Her pussy is warm and inviting, and the first taste just makes me want more. I lap my tongue in an attempt to consume as much of her as possible. She shifts her body, thrusting herself against my face, greedy for an orgasm.
My tongue sweeps over her sensitive spot again and again—her reaction telling me how close she is.
Right when her body begins to shake, I slide another finger in, thrusting in rhythm with my tongue.
She screams out in pleasure at my unexpected invasion.
When she arches her back, grinding herself against my tongue, I know she is seconds from coming.
Keeping my pace the same, I increase the pressure, which causes her to squirm, and I know this is it. The way she moans makes me strain against my pants, and I swear I’m going to bust through the zipper.
Once she is done riding out her orgasm, my lips find hers in a deep kiss.
Offering her a final peck, I set my head on her shoulder, trying to catch my breath. Her fingers brush along my jaw, and I look up, desperate to praise her. “You have such a pretty cunt, baby. I could play with you all day and never get sick of it.”
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.