Motherfuck, his mouth feels so good against mine.
How could it be this good?
I couldn’t think with my Intruder’s mouth on me.
“Shit!” His finger that had been teasing my entrance slowly enters me and I want to die. “So fucking wet for me.” His words came out in a growl, vibrating against my clit. “Baby, relax. You’re squeezing my finger so tight, do you think you could take another one?” I couldn’t answer, so I nodded.
God, I wanted whatever he would give me.
I needed it.
“Such a good girl, letting me fill you up with my fingers.” What the fuck. Where did my sweet Patrick go, the man who whispered sweet words in my ear to keep a panic attack away. “Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well.”
Shit shit shit.
His tongue returns its attention to my clit as he presses another finger into me. I think I stopped breathing.
It felt so fucking good. Heat burned in my stomach, blazing out and exploding as he twisted his fingers slightly and hit a spot I’d never been able to reach alone.
I see stars as I come and I barely recognize the noises I’m making. I think I black out momentarily.
I must have because when I was finally able to focus, Patrick’s warm hands were slipping my panties up my legs. “Lift up sweetheart.” He tapped my hip and I did as he told me, letting him put me back to rights first with my panties then with the shorts I always wore under skirts. Chub rub was a bitch.
I slipped off my desk, my legs shaky from what was most definitely the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced. “Drink this.” Patrick pressed a water bottle from the mini fridge into my hand before walking away. I followed his path around my desk, he walked to the loveseat, making quick work of pulling it out into a small bed. “Drink.” He repeated as he made his way back to me.
It was almost hard to see him until he was right in front of me. The power must have gone out while we were occupied and it’s dark outside. Patrick kisses my forehead like it’s the most natural thing in the world as he grabs the blanket I kept on the back of my chair. I uncap the bottle and take a deep pull. “That’s my girl.” My heart stutters at his words.
With all the dirty praise he had just given me, why were those three words the ones that affected me the most? “You need to use the bathroom before we lay down, sweetheart.” Heat swarms my cheeks as I drop my gaze and rush to the bathroom.
I knew he was right, even with my very very limited experience, I knew I didn’t want to get a UTI. That would put a damper on the memory of what Patrick had just done to me.
Shit. Was he expecting me to fuck him now? Is that what he meant when he said we were going to lay down?
Did he want a blow job? A handy? Is that why he pulled the couch out?
I’m spiraling when a soft knock on the door pulls me out of my own head. “Sweetheart, it’s getting late and we aren’t going anywhere for the moment. Do you have any other blanketshidden here? I don’t want to go through your stuff.” Fuck a duck. “Ummm, no. No extra blankets.”
“I guess we’ll just have to cuddle then.” There’s a teasing lilt to his words but they calmed my racing heart. He didn’t think anyone would come looking for us tonight and was getting an area ready to sleep.
Why was I such a fucking loser?
Of course he just wanted to make a comfortable spot for us. My sweet Intruder. Was he mine? Shit. I need to turn my brain off. I can’t have these thoughts while I’m stuck here with him.
I finish up in the bathroom and walk back into the office space. Patrick’s back is to me, bent over the pull out, arranging the cushions so it resembled a bed more but that wasn’t what caught my attention. No, this man was giving me a premium view of that bubble butt that haunted my dreams and the only thing keeping him decent was a pair of dark blue boxer briefs.
I swear to God, I almost come again just at the sight of him.
“Enjoying the view?”
Patrick laughs, catching my eyes over his shoulder. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’d rather sleep on the floor than sleep in jeans.” Small miracles he still had his shirt on. My mouth was so dry, I couldn’t respond even if I could come up with a response that wasn’t asking him to take me again—all the way.
My thoughts must have been projected on my features because he just chuckles again and hands me my water bottle. “Finish this for me sweetheart, then you need to get comfortable so we can get some sleep.”
I chug it.
At this point, I’d do anything he asked me. With my water bottle empty, I look down at my outfit. I didn’t make it a habit of sleeping in skirts, so I shimmy that off my hips, it pools at my feet.
I’d keep my shorts on because I hated the feeling of my skin touching my skin but there was no way in hell I would be keeping my bra on.
