Page 38 of Patrick

CHAPTER 10

FIFI

“I’m glad you think so,” he murmurs as we fall in bed and I land next to him. I shiver as he nibbles at my earlobe, his favorite part of me to nibble on—or at least I thought so before he devastated me.

His words don’t make sense. “I think so? What do I think?” I don’t care if he knows how brainless I am when he’s kissing me and touching me like this.

“You referred to me as god.” He chuckles and touches my face, brushing back some tendrils that seem to be stuck to my dewy temple. A blush of heat rises as I remember my mindless ranting in the heat of the moment, and I smile, getting comfortable with my total abandon, embracing the naughty side of me that belongs only to him.

A thought bubbles up that maybe it’s a little dangerous to let him have so much, especially since I’m not at all sure how much of him is mine, or if I have any of him at all besides his lust. I’m not counting his lust for much based on his reputation.

I know exactly how cheaply lust is given by him, and college studs in general who have just enough experience and way too many hormones running around in their systems to be highly motivated and un-shy about making their desires crystal clear. In fact, I’m pretty sure college boys are sex-barbarians almost without exception.

Watching me, he quirks a brow. “Have you changed your mind?” He doesn’t look worried.

“No, but only because I was clearly mindless when I said those things. You made sure of it.” My grin and the fact that my words come out in a whisper soften whatever kind of blow I meant to strike at his ridiculous ego. Probably because I’m aware that his ego is protecting a soft underbelly.

Not that he isn’t highly confident. But I get the feeling that he’s vulnerable underneath the impenetrable exterior toughness. Though I’m not sure what’s made him so protective unless it’s in his makeup, genetic in some way.

“You’re not disappointed.” He’s not asking.

I sigh. “No. But I wonder maybe a little if I’m just another satisfied customer in a long line⁠—”

He puts a finger over my mouth to stop me, his eyes darkening. “This is nothing like… whatever.”

“Whatever?”

“Whoever?” He grins. “Don’t call me on my grammar at a time like this.”

I sit up because he’s doing it again, purposely leaving his message obscure, avoiding any clear revelation about his feelings or where I stand in his prolific love life.

“Going somewhere?”

“Do you care?” I’m being unfair, provoking him out of frustration when it’s the last thing I want to do. I want him to give whatever he has freely.

His eyes go dark again, and any hint of a smile disappears as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest on top of him until I’m staring into his heart-wrenching face and those vivid blue eyes.

“I care.” He stops, and I wait for more. Maybe I’m greedy, but I want so much more even though I should concede that these words lift my heart into a tumble and my blood feels like shooting stars flying through my veins.

He cups the back of my head and brings our lips to within a whisper. “I care… a lot.” The words are so low and raspy I wouldn’t have heard them if I weren’t listening hard for them. I stop myself from asking him to repeat them on the pretense I didn’t hear. But I don’t because his mouth covers mine and he swallows my breath and whatever I might say as he kisses me with equal measures of passion and tenderness.

Whatever words he doesn’t say, he manages to tell me with his mouth and the way he holds me, as if he treasures me as much as he wants me to give him pleasure.

Don’t I feel the same way, or is there more in the way I abandon my reserve and make myself vulnerable? I don’t know. And right now, as I feel his cock stiffen against my belly, I don’t even care.

Lowering my hands, I push his sweats down easily, baring his silky erection as I caress him. My hands tremble as he sucks in a breath and growls.

“Don’t tease me unless you mean it.”

“Oh, I mean it, hockey boy. Just you wait.” Keeping one hand wrapped around him, I rise to my knees and press him onto his back. Kneeling before him, I gaze down, taking all of his luscious gorgeousness in with my eyes.

His abs are bared, and his hips surge up under the pulsing of my hand on his dick. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, but his eyes darken and shine like they’re salivating with anticipation.

Unable to resist or even think of how to ease my way into having him, all at once, I clamp both hands around his irresistible hot flesh and go down with my mouth open and drooling to take him in as far as I can go. It’s a stretch, and my eyes water, but the silky feel and salty taste of him sends a shudder of pleasure burning through me until I squirm, pressing my thighs tight together.

He jerks and makes a guttural animal noise that I hope is pleasure as I get caught up in the hot hardness pressing at the back of my throat.

“Jesus Christ… Fi…fi.” He clutches my hair, and I can feel his hands shaking, and that sends me over the edge of reason. Sucking hard, I move up and down and swallow as much of his cock as I can until I gag.