“Being with you is going to cause trouble,” she said. “But I don’t care…”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LUCY
I barely got the words out before his mouth was on mine, his wanton need apparent as he pressed his hard body against mine. I moaned and melted into his embrace, and he grabbed the back of my head and held me tight, as if he were afraid he’d lose me if he let go. If this was insanity, then I was happy to be sent packing to a mental asylum…as long as Patrick was there with me.
I ran my hands over him, over his hard chest, his arms, his shoulders. I couldn’t resist him any longer. Every touch reminded me of the last time I’d felt him like this, all the way back in high school, but this time there were none of the negative emotions I’d come to associate with that experience. He groaned, and then we were pulling off clothes and throwing them on the floor with wild abandon. The rest of the world faded away as he kissed my lips, my face, my neck, my chest…God, I’d never felt so alive. In this moment, I didn’t care about our past. I didn’t care if my Dad found out about us. Nothing like that seemed to matter while we were lost in each other.
Patrick’s hand found mine, guiding me onto my bed. The heat from his body radiated onto my skin, and desire clouded my brain, making me dizzy. His lips were on me again; on my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone, and I threw my head back, gasping at the sensation of his hot lips against my skin. Then his mouth moved further down, tongue swirling over my nipples until they stiffened into hard pebbles. I felt a familiar rush of wetness between my legs.
I’d never wanted anything so badly. I needed him.
“Lucy…” he said, coming up for air. “Do you have any condoms?”
“In the drawer,” I replied, nodding my head towards the left bedside table.
He grabbed one and slid it over himself, and I took the opportunity to get up and push him down onto his back. I wanted to be in control this time. With my palms pressed against his hard chest, I looked down at his cock, and my eyes widened as I saw it for the first time in years. It seemed bigger than I remembered, and I pictured taking him in my mouth, but that would have to wait. I wanted him inside me right now, stretching me and filling me up, and he groaned and grabbed my ass as I lowered myself onto him with a gasp.
The expression on his face went from anticipation to unbridled pleasure as I began to ride him, gathering momentum with each movement of my hips, and he let out another deep groan.
“Fuck, Lucy…you’re so tight.”
He pulled me down for another kiss before letting me go, and I began to grind myself against him harder, moaning softly as his groin bumped up against my clit. I rode him for what seemed like an eternity, heat flowing through me and radiating to every inch of my body. This wasn’t the slow, tender lovemaking of romance novels. It was primal, lustful, and oh-so-hot.
I arched my back as he rocked against me, pushing harder and harder inside me, and I clenched my muscles on him, biting my lower lip as my head spun with pleasure. Patrick grabbed my hair and pulled me close to him again as he groaned, and I kept moving against him, dizzy from the waves of approaching pleasure as I drew closer to orgasm.
“Oh…oh, God,” I gasped out. “I’m so close.”
“Good,” he growled into my ear. “Come for me, baby.”
The deep timbre of his voice was enough to push me over the edge, and I screamed as I came, muscles contracting wildly around his cock. He pulled me down on him, hard, making one final thrust inside me before coming as well. Even though he was wearing protection, I could still feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me, and his hands gripped me so tightly that I thought he might bruise me. Our eyes were locked together, and I finally closed mine and collapsed against his chest, pleasurable warmth still radiating through my system.
“Oh my God,” I said, rolling onto my back a moment later. “That was even better than I remember.”
“No shit,” he replied, squeezing my arm. “That was fucking amazing.”
“I didn’t say it was amazing, I just said it was better than I remember,” I teased, flicking him on the chest.
He grinned. “Play nicely.”
“You know I’m kidding,” I said, snuggling into his arms.
“I’m so glad neither of us has to work today,” he said a moment later.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“So I can do this.”
He rolled over and pinned me to the bed, and I gasped as I realized he was already hard again. I’d forgotten how he seemingly didn’t need any time to recover, and I threw my head back and smiled as the bliss started all over again…
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LUCY
Patrick and I had been sneaking around for the better part of a week now, and that forbidden element only served to make our heated sex sessions that much hotter. We both knew what would happen if we were discovered. Firstly, our parents would probably want to murder us, and secondly, there was no way either of us would keep our current jobs if the public somehow caught on to what we were doing. The Six Angels producers had been over the moon at Patrick’s family-oriented speech outside the hospital after our car accident, but if they found out just how close Patrick and I really were, he’d be written off the show within five minutes.
My Dad and Julia were currently out at a studio dinner, and Penelope had left for the day. Patrick and I had the whole house to ourselves for the time being, although he had to leave for a late night TV interview soon. Right now we were up in his room, lounging around in sweats, and as usual, it didn’t take too long for our clothes to vanish. I tried not to look at his cock. My brain always seemed to completely short-circuit when I did, and I giggled and tried to push him off me.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, trying to slide back into my pants. “Don’t you have that interview really soon?”
He gave me a wolfish grin. “I don’t need to leave just yet. So you can keep those pants well and truly off.”
My gaze inadvertently strayed to his cock, and I curled my fingers into my palms, squeezing them into fists. “Are you sure we have time? You still need to get dressed before you go.”
He inhaled and groaned. “I’ll make time. I’ve been hard for the last half hour just looking at you.”
Okay. He could definitely stay for a while longer. Just a few minutes. Or hours.
He moved closer, his tanned skin radiating heat like it always did, and he grabbed my fingers and brought them down to his abs. My pulse quickened as I slid my fingers down from his bellybutton and closer towards his straining erection. Curling my hand over his hot length, I gently grazed my nails from his balls up to the head of his cock, and I watched his face tighten with anticipation.
His chest rose and fell with every hard breath, and he moved quickly. His lips were suddenly on mine, kissing me like the world was about to end, and when he pulled back, the lust in his eyes filled me with a new sense of excitement. Would this ever get old? I doubted it.
I gasped and moaned as he slid a finger up my legs. Each glide of his digit on my skin felt like ribbons of fire caressing me, and I curled my arms around his neck, pulling him down and pressing my lips to his again. He caressed my tongue with his, still rubbing between my legs and fanning the flames deep inside me, and suddenly one finger was sliding into my slick entrance.
“I knew you’d be wet already,” he growled as he pulled away from my mouth, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my clit as his finger curled inside me in a beckoning motion. Oh, fuck, it felt so good.
Gripping the sheets in my fists, I waited impatiently for him to keep going, and he moved down the bed. He lowered his head and swiped his tongue over my folds and clit, and I groaned again, my body begging for more. God, with a tongue like that, who needed a penis?
“Do you know how hard it is to stop myself from fucking you right now?” he asked, raising his head for a second.
I murmured an incoherent response and pushed on the back of his head, and he chuck
led, sending vibrations over my clit.
Another slide of his tongue and I saw stars.
I moaned and pressed myself closer to his mouth, and he kept flicking his tongue over and around my clit before pressing his finger back inside, slowly sliding it in and out.
“Oh! Oh, God,” I groaned.
Heated sensations rushed through me, and my mind focused purely on the lips and tongue between my legs, pushing me closer and closer to climax. My thighs pressed against his head, and he curled his arms around my thighs and placed them over his muscled shoulders. One more swipe of his tongue and my muscles began to squeeze around his finger, and he groaned.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said.
I could barely think or breathe, and he added a second finger to my pussy. I inhaled and let my breath out slowly, relaxing my muscles around his thick fingers, and tension swelled in my belly. The fire inside me grew in intensity, and the promise of an orgasm threw my mind into a single focus. I needed to come. Now.
He lapped at my clit harder, plunging his fingers in and out of me, and my chest heaved as I struggled for breath. Then it happened. A massive torrent of pleasure engulfed me, and shockwaves of bliss spread through every cell of my body, making me whimper and cry out for him.
“Patrick! Oh, God!”
“I’m not done yet,” he said, his lips quirking into a sinful grin.
Fine by me. My body was still aching for him to fuck me, and I spread my legs wider, pulling my knees up to allow him more access to my body. I was ready, willing and desperate, and I sucked in a deep breath as Patrick slid on a condom and lowered his mouth to my chest. He sucked on my nipples, the heat of his mouth driving me crazier still, and my mind turned to mush.
Finally the head of his cock pressed up against my slick entrance. He was rock hard and silky smooth, and he slipped inside me in one quick motion. I gasped as I felt the initial stretch, and my gaze locked on his. His jaw clenched, and he pressed forward, sliding inside me in one drawn-out movement.
“Fuck, you’re so hot and wet,” he murmured.
I gripped his broad shoulders, digging my nails into his skin before curling my legs up around his hips. I used the balls of my feet to press against his ass and push him forward faster, and I bit my lip as he filled every inch of me.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck me hard.”
I raised my head and pressed my lips to his again, and this time our kiss was even harder than before. It was a rough, animalistic mating of mouths, and he pulled out of me and pushed back in as I moaned. Our tongues tangled as his drives into me became harder and more insistent, and blazing arousal swept through me all over again.
Nope, this was definitely never going to get old.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were hard breathing and skin slapping against skin, and I moved onto my side as he slid out a moment later, pressing an arm into the mattress and turning around.
“Fuck me like this,” I demanded.
He gripped my hips with his fingers and plunged back inside me, and I let out a groan as I adjusted to the new position. The flutters of another climax were upon me, and Patrick reached one hand around and rubbed my clit, leaving me breathless.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as my muscles began to contract around his cock again. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I rocked back and forth, meeting his hard thrusts, and his words pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“Harder!” I begged, gasping and whimpering at how good it felt to have him inside me.
I turned my head over my shoulder, and he leaned down and nipped at my lower lip, swiping his tongue in and out before grasping my hair and pulling me closer. My stomach flipped at the intense, burning expression in his eyes, and I finally crashed over the abyss and screamed.
Patrick gripped my hair tighter, peppering my neck with kisses before growling into my ear.
“I’m not going to stop until you come again,” he said.
I gasped again, air fighting its way into my lungs. It wouldn’t take long for me to come again. His touch was pure magic, and he increased the speed of his thrusts into me, making my legs quiver as another blast of white light flashed in front of my eyes. My body tensed as pleasure filled me, seeping into every inch of my body.
Patrick groaned as he finished as well, digging his nails into my sides while he held me steady. As I collapsed forward onto my belly, I could feel my insides still quivering from the pleasure, and I shivered and let out a deep breath.
“Wow.”
“That’s the right word,” he said, lying next to me and kissing my neck again.
Heat emanated from our bodies in waves, and I snuggled into his chest, trying to catch my breath again. I could hear his rapid heartbeat against my ear, and for a moment I wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t. Patrick really needed to get dressed and leave for his interview, and I poked him after a moment of silence.
“You need to go.”
He groaned. “I know. It’ll probably be really late by the time I get home, so don’t wait up.”
I could try to sleep while he was gone, but I very much doubted I’d be able to get much rest. All I wanted was more, more, more. With him, I was completely and utterly insatiable.
After he left, I went back into the guesthouse and got on my laptop. Patrick had been right the other day. I should consider doing some sort of course to further my ambitions, and if he was going to be doing something similar, we could even study together and bounce ideas off each other.
After browsing through the online course catalogues of several colleges, I bookmarked a few and then reclined on my bed with a Netflix tab open. With the amount of work and sex on my plate lately, I hadn’t had much time to relax and watch TV.
Halfway through the second episode of my favorite show, I heard a rustling sound from outside. Pausing the show for a second, I frowned and cocked my head to the side, listening for my Dad or Julia’s voices. I hadn’t been expecting them home from the dinner party until very late, but they might have come home early. When I didn’t hear anything again, I shrugged and played my show again, assuming the sound had been a neighborhood cat sneaking around the yard.
There it was again.
Another sound, closer this time. It sounded like human footsteps, and goose bumps cropped up on my arms. Walking over to the window, I peered out of the curtains to see that Dad’s car was still gone, along with Patrick’s new car. Okay, so none of them were home.
So what the hell was that sound? If it was a person, how did they get onto the property?
I listened intently and then saw a shadow disappearing around the side of the main house, and all the automated outside lights went on. Crap. There was someone here. I had no idea how they’d gotten past the security gate, but I grabbed my cell phone and locked myself in the bathroom, heart pounding as I dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?” the female operator said a few seconds later.
“Hi,” I said, my voice hushed. “I think there’s an intruder trying to get into our house. I heard footsteps, and then I thought I might have seen someone sneaking around.”
“Okay, Miss, try to stay calm. We’ll send out a car to have a look. Do you have a panic room in the house that you could go into while you’re waiting?”
“Yes, but I’m in the guesthouse outside. I’m locked in the bathroom at the moment.”
“All right, stay in there for now. We’ll have a police cruiser there in ten minutes. Would you like me to stay on the line?”
“No, that’s okay,” I said, not wanting to waste her time. I knew emergency response lines were always busy. “I’ll be okay here.”
“Try to stay calm. Help will be there shortly.”
“Thank you.”
With that, I disconnected the call and then hurriedly texted Claire.
Remember how I thought I heard somethi
ng weird in the yard a while ago? It’s happening again. I think there’s a person here.
She texted back a couple of minutes later. Shit. Are you okay? Are you calling the police?
Yes, I already called them, I replied. I’m hiding in the bathroom.
Want me to come over? she asked. If I leave now I can be there in fifteen minutes.
No, it’s fine. They said the police will be here in ten minutes, I said.
Okay. Let me know if you need anything. Stay safe! And call me when you find out what’s going on!
The police finally arrived a few minutes later and buzzed at the gate to be let in. They knocked on the main door to the guesthouse and called out a few minutes later, and I opened the door and peered out at them.
“Did you find anyone?” I asked.
“We had a quick look around, but we haven’t spotted anyone,” the male officer said. “Do you want to let us into the main house? We’ll check in there, and we can also make sure they haven’t stolen any valuables if they did manage to get in.”
“Okay.”
I led them over to the main house and unlocked the door, and the other officer’s eyebrows drew together in a frown after they’d checked the whole place out.
“Well, there’s no one here now. Do you have any idea how someone might have gotten into the yard?” she said. “You’ve got the big security gate out front, and the rest of the fences seem pretty high.”
“Yeah, but some criminals these days practically have springs in their legs,” her partner replied before I could say anything. “I’ve seen guys scale walls and fences way higher than these before.”
“True.”
“He must have done that, then,” I replied. “Hardly anyone knows the security code to get through the gate. They have to be buzzed in by someone in the guesthouse or main house.”
“I see. Any cameras around?”
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