ELLE
Patrick stays tucked into my side for the remainder of the movie. I can’t keep my hand off of him, running it through his brown curls and rubbing circles along the side of his neck. I didn’t think I would like his arms wrapped around my stomach but it’s nice, knowing he’s here and using my body for comfort.
As the movie ends, Patrick’s arms tighten around me. I let out a little shush, putting a little extra pressure on my Intruder’s scalp. As the movie ends and the credits begin to roll, Patrick sits straight up, turning to look at me. His eyes are a little wild. “Baby, the boyfriend?” He huffs out a breath and I can’t stop my smile. He looks so offended. “Yeah, it was a huge shock when it came out.” Patrick’s hands pop up and push lightly on my cheeks so the end of my sentence is slightly muffled.
“I could never imagine, if I was your boyfriend…” He trails off with a shake of his head. “Oh?” I title my head, face still cradled in his warm hands.
God, he is so pure. I can’t help myself from leaning into him and nipping at his bottom lip. “Any imagination on what you would do?” I keep our faces close, our noses touching. I can feelhis inhale and watch his pupils dilate. “Sweetheart.” His voice is strained, like he’s holding himself back but I don’t want that.
I don’t want that voice in my head telling me I’m not good enough for him or too inexperienced. I lean into him again and press my lips against his. It’s a light pressure, I want him to move this forward if it’s what he wants. His hands slide down my face and neck, one hand leaves my body and I miss the warmth but his other hand rests at the base of my neck, I can feel his thumb on my pulse and his palm resting above my chest.
Something changes as he can feel my pulse. His lips part slightly and his tongue darts out, dragging along the seam of my mouth, I eagerly open for him, giving him access to whatever parts of me he wants to take.
He takes control and, fuck, I could kiss him all night. I need to touch him, feel his strong body but we’re both turned on our sides and it’s an awkward position for me to get my hands on him. “Come here, baby.” Patrick grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto his lap, my thighs bracketing his legs. I let out a squeak of surprise when I feel his hard length pressing against me, a pleased rumble escapes him and it drives me a little crazy.
“Fuck, Elle, you’re so sexy. Give me those lips.” I lean back into Patrick, pushing away thoughts that I’m too much to sit on his lap. He pulled me onto him, he’s hard as hell and his hands slip down to my ass, giving it a squeeze when our mouths reconnect.
I pull back from Patrick’s lips, my breath coming out in pants.
“Patrick, hell, I need… I ne—” My Intruder digs his fingers into my ass and forces me to rock forward slightly. This causes my core to rock against his dick and a spark shoots through me. “Shit, I need that. Please.”
“Baby, I love your words. Take what you need.”
“I don’t… I don’t know if I can.” My insecurity starts to creep back into the front of mind. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” His voice is soft as he jerks his hips up, hitting me in that spot again. I whimper, “Right there, please Patrick.” I bury my head in his neck, the mix of pleasure he’s giving me and my embarrassment of not knowing how to ask for what I want or take it is almost too much “I’ve got you, Elle. You can use me, I can make you feel good.” Fuck, yes he can.
He’s thrusting his hips and with his hands now on my hips, he’s guiding me to find a pace that works for me. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. Let me see you.” His voice is rough, like he has to force them out.
I pull my head away from his neck. My eyes lock on my Intruder, his eyes half lidded and his pupils are so blown, I can barely see the green in his eyes. Was he enjoying this as much as I was? I couldn’t believe it. “You feel so good, baby. Love these tits.”
I didn’t even notice Patrick moved his hands off my hips, at some point he slipped his hands under my shirt and pulled my bra down. His thumbs rubbing circles on my nipples.
“Patrick.” I can’t get my words out, I’m panting and moving my hips back and forth on my own, faster, chasing the fire pooling in my stomach. “That’s it, sweetheart. Don’t stop. Keep rubbing that hot pussy on me. Don’t fucking stop.” Shit shit shit shit. His words push me over the edge and my release burns pulses through my body in waves. The rocking of my hips slows but Patrick doesn’t slow down his movement, he keeps working against me while I ride my release and settle into my aftershocks.
He finally slows down but I feel his thighs trembling beneath me and I’m briefly afraid the strain of me on top of him is becoming too much.
“You’re so hot when you come, sweetheart.” Patrick pulls my mouth to him. This kiss is different, not rushed, just tasting me and comforting me as I come down from my orgasm haze. I pull back reluctantly. “Do you want me to move?” My question comes out timid and I try to lift my body off of his lap slightly.
“I’d have you stay here all night if I could, Elle.” He’s smiling up to me but it’s a little self deprecating. “I need to get up, though. I have to change.” Change? I tip my head in confusion. “What do you…oh!” I feel it. “Yeah, sweetheart.” He kisses me again, grips my hips and stands from the couch.
I think Patrick knew where my mind was going, it always seems like he knows when I’m feeling insecure and goes out of his way to prove to me I have nothing to worry about. Not when it comes to him.
“I’m sure you’re not very comfortable right now but I really don’t want to let you go. I want to ask you to stay but I don’t want to push you.” This fucking man. “I should probably get heading out.” I admit begrudgingly. My sweet Intruder nods and slowly lowers my body, keeping us pressed together.
“Please say we can do this again.” I bite my lip and nod. Of course I want to do this again. Is he crazy? If I had a change of panties, I would be begging him to let me spend the night but the moisture is starting to get uncomfortable.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’m hanging on by a thread.” Patrick groans, directing me towards the door.
I pull on my shoes quickly. “Be safe and let me know when you get home, please?” I nod and kiss him one more time. “I will. Go get cleaned up.” We kiss again and then I’m rushing to my car.
My drive home passes in a daze, I can’t believe the events of the night but the feeling of my wet panties prove that it actually happened. As I park my car, my phone buzzes. I pull it out andsee a new message from my sister and another that I’m going to choose to ignore.
Mabel: I saw you pull in, How was your daaaate?
Me: Creep, why are you still up?
Mabel: Had to make sure my baby sister made it home safely.
Me: I bet if I came over there I would find an imprint of your nose against the glass.
