by Golden Angel
The soft lips of her pussy were swollen and glistening with fluid, which had leaked down to her thighs while she'd been squirming. With her legs spread, he could see the bottom of the vibrator peeking out of her hole, her dark pink lips framing it perfectly. The small nub of her clit was completely engorged and peeking out from underneath its hood, begging for attention.
Patrick wrapped a hand around each thigh, draping her legs over his shoulders, to hold her legs apart and pressed his mouth against her sodden pussy, sucking her sensitive ball of nerves into his mouth. She screamed as her body was assaulted with sudden ecstasy, his tongue flicking against her clit, writhing against him, her hands coming down on his head and fingers digging into his scalp.
"Patrick... oh fuck... oh Patrick! Fuck! Oh God... Patrick... I can't... I.... FUCK!"
His name on her lips as she came was just as sweet as the taste of her juices, coating his tongue. Sweet like peaches and musk and something that was indefinably Lexie, a flavor that would linger in his brain and haunt his dreams. She bucked against him, crying out her passion and sobbing from the intensity of her climax.
But it just wasn't quite enough. Not for him. Not for this, their first truly intimate scene together.
Sliding his left hand up to cross her hips, holding her in place, he shifted his position slightly as he lapped at her pussy, feeling the tension leaking from her as her climax began its descent. It gave him just enough room to work his right hand under his chin and grasp the end of the vibrator. The plastic was covered in her juices, slick to the touch, but he managed to get a hold of it and began to pump it back and forth as his tongue laved over her clit.
"OH... wait... Patrick... What are you doing?" Lexie moaned, long and loud as her hands pushed at his head, trying to pull him up and make him answer her. Something he had no intention of doing, because it should be obvious - he was doing whatever the fuck he wanted. And right now he wanted to fuck her with the vibrator while he licked her clit to another mind-blowing orgasm.
If he'd had any hair on his head, she'd probably be pulling on it, so it was a good thing for both of them that he didn't, because he didn't really feel like stopping to discipline her.
Instead, he ignored her as she begged him to slow down, claiming that she couldn't handle another orgasm right now. Her voice was growing huskier, her hips starting to move with his lapping licks around her clit. Still, even as he could sense her climax starting to build again, she kept protesting.
Lifting his head, he looked up the length of her body at her. Immediately her protests fell silent as she stared back at him, licking her lips, and her hands sprang away from his head.
"What am I, Lexie?"
The slightest pause as she tried to think of the right answer. "The Dom, Sir?"
"Are you sure?"
"My Dom. Sir." This time her voice was more firm and he couldn't help smiling at the change in wording and the emphasis that she put on it.
"Which makes you what?"
"Your sub, Sir."
"So, sub," he said, almost conversationally as he began to move the vibrator in and out of her again, listening to the wet sound of her pussy as it was fucked with the slender toy. "Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours, Sir."
His cock, already recovering under the aphrodisiac of her moans and the taste of her cream, twitched. Satisfaction flowed through him, filling him completely.
"If I want to play with my pussy, sub, what are you going to do?"
She whimpered as he thrust and twisted the vibe, purposefully trying to rub it against her g-spot. It looked like he'd succeeded. "Let you, Sir."
"Let me?" He raised his eyebrow at her, and the arm across her hips lifted so that he could smack the top of her mound. She gasped, shuddering. There was the little masochist she had inside, peeking out.
"I um... I'll make it available to you, Sir."
"Good girl."
The accolade made her eyes flash with pleasure, even as she whimpered again when he lowered his mouth back to her swollen clit. The little bud was bright red from his ministrations and probably extra sensitive, but that's what made this fun.
No more protests came from her, although she whimpered and moaned, occasionally gasping out his name or a curse word as he fucked her with the vibrator, toying with her clit and licking up her juices. When she came again, she screamed his name, sobbing it out while he held the vibe inside of her and sucked her clit, lashing it with his tongue until she was limp from the pleasure.
"Stay right here, sweetheart," he murmured, finally sliding the vibrator from her body, which made her jerk and tremble a bit. Not that it looked like she'd be going anywhere anytime soon, but he wanted to make sure she didn't try to follow him. She looked too exhausted to be moving about, which was another reason to grin.
That had been... fucking perfect. They'd had a couple of bumps and starts getting to this point, and they'd gotten here sooner than he'd planned, but he didn't have any regrets. Especially since Jake already knew, there was no guilt to deal with or doubts to be had.
Taking the vibrator into the bathroom, Patrick cleaned it off while he filled up the giant soaker tub. The bathroom was the only room in the condo that he'd renovated; he'd sacrificed some of the shower for the huge tub, but it was worth it. He was a big guy, and he needed a big tub if he was going to be comfortable in it, especially if he was going to be comfortable in it with another person. Not that he'd gotten to try it out for that purpose yet, but he was really fucking looking forward to it. Before the renovations, the shower had been huge, but he didn't need a shower that could fit five other people in it. He'd rather have both a tub and a shower that fit himself and another person.
Returning to the bedroom, Lexie barely stirred as he removed the jewelry from her nipple rings and picked her up in his arms. Sticky cum rubbed onto his chest as she snuggled into him, but he'd never minded that. Sex was dirty and that's how it should be. Made cleaning up more fun.
Her eyes fluttered open as he lowered them both into the tub.
"Ooo, I always wanted to try this," she mumbled. At least, he was pretty sure that's what she said. He'd always wanted to try it to. Specifically with her. It was almost hard to believe that it was actually happening, but he was going to grab the moment while he could.
Settling down in the hot water, which was already starting to soothe his muscles, Patrick turned on the jets.
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Tub. I'm in the tub. The Tub of Awesome. And Patrick's cuddling with me. Now I know I'm dreaming. Feels really fucking nice though...
Of course, if this had really been an erotic dream, they would have had sex. Not that what he'd done was bad. It had been good. Amazing. Mind-blowing. But why hadn't they had sex? Not that she was going to ask him right now. Nope, the big Dom was definitely still in uber Dom mode. Not that Dom mode was ever far away for Patrick, and she had a feeling it was going to be even more so now that she'd given him permission to be the Dom in her life. Because that's basically what had happened tonight. She was okay with that, but she wasn't going to start a fight by questioning him right now about why they hadn’t had sex. Maybe later.
Right now was too nice to ruin.
This tub was fucking amazing.
Especially nice was the washcloth that Patrick had soaped up and was now running over her body. She'd been kind of shocked by how sexy she'd found it when he'd spurted his cum on her tits, but she was also happy he was cleaning it off now. The initial marking had been erotic, but once it started drying... well, the nice part was having it cleaned off.
"Mmmm." She snuggled happily into him, happy that the tub was so freaking huge. He was sitting with her basically on his lap, on her side, while he leaned against the back of the tub and she didn't feel cramped at all. This tub was really the best tub she'd ever seen. She'd climbed into it, once, when she was over and just hadn't been able to resist seeing how big it was. She'd felt like a child playing in the bathtub, but with her and Patrick in it, it was t
he perfect size.
The water jets were awesome too.
"How are you feeling?"
Was there a bit of hesitancy in his voice? Just a smidge of uncertainty? Or maybe she was just hearing things.
"I'm wonderful," she said honestly, opening her eyes fully and smiling up at him. "My shoulders are a little bit sore, but not much, and the hot water is already helping with that. My pussy's a little sore too, but in a good way."
"I should hope so," he said, practically purring, if a big man like him could be said to purr. Purring like a lion, maybe. It was hot. Lexie stroked his chest, still marveling that he was here, and she was here, and she could touch him as much as she wanted. If there had been any doubt in his demeanor, it was gone now and replaced with a satisfied alpha male.
Lowering his head, he kissed her, gently and she returned it with fervor. To her disappointment, he didn't seem to be any more inclined to have sex in the bathtub than he had been in the bedroom. Which really was disappointing, because she'd definitely fantasized about doing naughty things in this tub. He fondled and stroked, and let her touch him everywhere but his cock.
Which was rigidly hard, pressing against her hip, and yet not doing either of them any good.
If he kept this up, he was going to turn her into a cock-hungry slut for him. Then again, maybe that was his plan. Not like she'd need much priming, but maybe he didn't know that.
He washed her thoroughly, scrubbing with the cloth and his fingers, all over her breasts, pussy and anus, and then dried her just as thoroughly, but - other than the occasional kisses - he didn't try to push things any farther. Part of her wanted to scream in frustration, and another part of her kept reminding herself that pushing him never got her anywhere except bad places. They had just made up over the fact that she'd been pushing him, so she needed to simmer down for now.
Back in his bedroom, he opened up his drawer and tossed her a t-shirt. "Here, you can wear this until bedtime."
Lexie caught the shirt, her fingers automatically rubbing the soft material, as she hesitated. "Um... bedtime?"
The grin that he flashed her made her a little weak in the knees. "Once we go to bed, I'll expect you to be naked."
"I can't sleep over," she said, glancing at the clock on his bedside table, her heart already sinking. She wanted to, she really, really did, but... "All of my stuff is at my place. I'd have to get up ridiculously early to get back to my place, get ready and then go to work." Which fucking sucked, because... Patrick wanted her to sleep over!
She hadn't just dreamed about the sexy stuff, she'd also fantasized about the relationship-couples stuff, like sleeping in the same bed and cuddling and waking up next to each other... here it was being handed to her and she had to go home! Dammit!
Patrick sighed, but he didn't sound frustrated exactly, just resigned. "Alright. Tomorrow you're sleeping over here though."
He started opening drawers, pulling out clothes, as Lexie watched with dawning hope.
"You're coming to my place?" She hadn't expected that. Patrick disliked sleeping anywhere but his own place, now that he had it. When he was younger, he'd slept over at her house with Jake all the time, but since buying his own place, he'd rarely spent the night anywhere else unless he was traveling. Truthfully, it hadn't even occurred to her to ask him.
"Just for tonight. Tomorrow you're sleeping over here." He didn't say it like a command or demand, exactly, just as a fact. No wonder some of his exes had called him a totalitarian jerk, but she'd known what she was signing up for, she just hadn't expected it quite yet.
"Aren't you worried about moving too fast?" Not that she was, but she was worried that he might be. This was a really fast turnaround after all.
Pausing as he picked up an empty bag that was sitting next to his dresser, he looked at her. "We've known each other for years, Lexie. I know you. You know me. I don't want to do the dating game. I want you."
"Oh..." She didn't know what to say, because this was what she wanted, but it wasn't quite how she pictured it. Dating wasn't necessary, he was right, not when it came to getting to know each other, but when it came to romance...
She wasn't sure what expression crossed her face, but Patrick obviously saw something in it, because he immediately dropped the bag on the bed next to his clothes and came over to her. It occurred to her that she was still standing there, completely naked, holding his t-shirt, but she'd just been taken so off-guard. Cupping her face in his hands, Patrick's face was serious as he looked into her eyes.
"I want to go straight into a relationship with you, Pixie," he said softly, his voice so tender that it actually made a tear spark in her eye. The inside of her chest ached. As sweet as he could be, as caring as he'd always been, he'd never talked to her in quite this tone before. "That doesn't mean that I won't take the time to get to know you on a deeper level. It doesn't mean that you won't get flowers or dates or romance. I will not take you for granted, and I will cherish you, but I don't want to play games with you either. I always knew that if we were going to do this, it was going to be serious. I want you in my bed every night, and by my side as often as I can have you there. If that's too much, too fast for you, you can say so, but it's what I'm going to be pushing for."
"Oh..." This time she said the word softer, understanding more. He wasn't assuming that she was just going to take the scraps that he would give her, he just wanted something serious, right away.
She could do that. Her feelings for him were already serious, so why not act like it? Pussy-footing around the issue and just dating were kind of silly, but she'd just been worried that he would regret moving so quickly. Especially considering how long he'd been putting her off. Apparently it was either nothing or full steam ahead with him. Then again, she didn't know why she'd thought it would be anything different.
A smile spread on her face, and he immediately relaxed as he took in her expression. He swept his thumb across her cheek, caressing, and Lexie almost sighed with happiness.
"I'm okay with that. So does that mean I'm moving in?" she asked, teasing.
"If you want to," he said, unperturbed, as he dropped his hands away from her face and turned to go finish his packing. Lexie's jaw dropped open.
"We haven't even had sex yet!"
"Of course not," he said, his tone completely reasonable. She narrowed her eyes at him, and when he looked up at her, his hands full of his clothes, his eyes were twinkling with mirth. "I need to plan that scene much more carefully."
She rolled her eyes.
"That's two."
"Two what?"
"Two swats for your bedtime spanking."
She should protest. She should tell him no fucking way, since it's not like they'd gone over rules.
Instead, her pussy clenched, and she shut her mouth while she sat down at the foot of his bed to watch him finish packing up his bag. The entire time, her heart felt like it was floating.
Chapter 14
By the time Lexie woke up the next morning, Patrick was already awake, dressed and had coffee and breakfast ready for her. Not because he wanted to pamper her, although it was that too, but because her mattress was too soft. He hadn't been able to get comfortable all night. It was fine for a petite lightweight like her, but he'd sunk right in.
The only upside to the bed rut he'd created had been Lexie had rolling practically on top of him in the middle of the night.
The downside had been that they'd both been completely naked and he hadn't been able to act out any of his perverted fantasies on her. She'd been exhausted when they'd gone to bed and had to work early, and so he'd controlled himself. Besides, she hadn't even stirred when she'd rolled onto him.
Controlling himself had never sucked so fucking much.
Her bed had a pretty good view right into the little galley kitchen, so he was watching when she finally rolled over, blinking the sleep from her eyes as the alarm on her phone blared. Short clumps of black hair stuck out every which way, answering his question
of what her hair did in the morning. It was adorable, although he doubted that she'd agree. Unfortunately, it also made her look incredibly young, which gave him a little pang, but that was just something he was going to have to get used to. He was always going to be eight years older than her, which really wasn't a huge difference in the grand scheme of things. Not anymore.
The way she looked at him when she realized he was standing there, in the tiny kitchen, wearing nothing but his boxers, erased any lingering hesitation on his part. It was like she'd woken up to discover it was unexpectedly Christmas, and unabashed joy lit up of her face, followed quickly by a blush as she realized she was in bed completely naked. Seeing Lexie feeling shy was both unexpected and endearing.
"Good morning," he said, putting down his cup of coffee so that he could pour her one. It was a good thing she was such a sound sleeper, although he hadn't made anything more complicated than scrambled eggs and coffee. Still, a lot of people would have woken up anyway, since there was no barrier between the kitchen and the rest of the apartment to muffle the sounds of cooking. Lexie hadn't even rolled over.
"Morning," she mumbled, sitting up and turning so that her feet were hanging off the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest with one hand. The other hand went straight to her hair, as if she knew it was a mess, running her fingers through her locks and trying to tame them. Patrick approached with her coffee, raising his eyebrow.
"Feeling shy this morning, Pixie?"
"Coffee," she answered in a pleading tone of voice, holding out the hand that had been finger-combing her hair. Grinning, Patrick handed it over. He knew that it took at least a cup for her to start functioning normally. The blissful sigh after her first sip made his grin widen. Sometimes she was so predictable.
Turning his back, he let her come to terms with what had happened last night and his presence in her home this morning now that she had woken up. Waking up with her in his arms this morning had been something to savor, and he'd lain in bed for at least half an hour, just enjoying it (despite the mattress) before getting up. He didn't doubt that she'd need her own time to wrap her mind around the situation. It was strange, going from being friends and completely hands off, to in a relationship overnight.
