Finding Patience

by Eden Rose

  I shit you not.

  Does this make me a dirty old man?

  “Go on,” I encourage her. I’m needing her to say the words that she’s feeling. I need her to admit to me that she wants me before I can admit it back. I feel like a fucking kid, but I’m older than she is.

  Plus, her dad is my boss.

  Patience sucks in a deep breath. “I think you’re hot and I want to get to know you better and I want to go out on a date with you and I want to know if you like me too. If you don’t, let me know and I will go find a place to die.”

  Her words all bleed together but I understand what she’s saying. “You like me?” I ask her stupidly.

  “Yes,” she hedges. “Can I come in? Please don’t tell me you don’t like me. I will just fucking die of embarrassment!”

  I grab her arm and the second my skin touches her, I knew she was meant to be here and all that bull shit of wanting her and not feeling like I should… is gone.

  Scanning my mind, I make sure that I have put away all my shit that I have in my apartment. I normally don’t have girls come over without me inviting them.

  PATIENCE

  I’m in his place. Oh, holy shit! He let me inside his apartment.

  It smells like a man lives here. It smells like Brett and I’m loving it. If there’s a way to bottle his scent, I would do it in a heartbeat. He smells like a man should.

  His apartment is exactly what I expected it to be and that’s pretty empty. There’s a beat up couch off to the side, a big screen TV, and a small kitchen towards the left of the living room. I see a small bedroom off to the other side with a bathroom the size of my back seat of my car next to it.

  All in all, it’s perfect.

  I never want to leave.

  “It’s, uh, not much,” he mutters from behind me with a guilty look on his face. His hand is rubbing the back of his neck but I love watching the way his muscles ripple to obey the simple move. He’s gorgeous.

  I smile at him and wink. “It’s perfect,” I clarify hoping to ease his discomfort.

  “What are you doing here?” He asks me.

  Looking around his apartment, I try to summon the courage to drag him into his room. To let him know that I’m a virgin but I want him to be the one that takes it. I want him to be the only person who gets to see me naked. I don’t do any of that because it would make me seem like a crazy person.

  “If you have to ask what I’m doing here, I must be doing everything wrong,” I admit.

  Brett places his hands on my hips and drags me towards him so we’re flush against each other. “No, you’re doin’ everything perfect. I’m just makin’ sure you know what you bein’ here is doin’ to me.”

  Bravely, I swallow and breathe him in. He smells like fresh water and a little minty. “What am I doing to you?” I whisper needing clarification.

  I decide that I don’t want to keep skirting around this shit and go for it. I close the distance between our faces and lay my lips on his. His lips are warm, plush and absolutely addictive. It takes him a moment to warm up to me, but when he does, I moan in his mouth. My hands wrap around his neck to pull him even closer to me to kiss him deeper.

  Brett’s fingers bite into the flesh of my waist causing me to mewl like a cat. My thighs begin to quiver while my pussy throbs for the attention from Brett.

  My hands begin to trace the back of his neck until they reach his shoulders. Our tongues begin to tango in between our mouths and he thrusts his hips up rubbing his erection against the small of my belly.

  Suddenly, he’s removed his lips from mine and my body feels cold. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?” I question. Up until a minute ago, I had never kissed anyone before and I’m worried that I sucked at it. Oh, no! What if I did suck at it?

  He opens his cloudy eyes and they bore into me with passion. “Baby, you did nothing wrong. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

  Feeling better and less confused, I try to bring him back in for me to kiss again. His lips brush against mine but then he stops. “What? Why is it so easy for you to stop? I must seem like I’m desperate or something!” I spew.

  Brett’s look on his face tells me what I need to know. He feels pity for me and doesn’t want to be with me like I want to be with him.

  I jump out of his arms like he burned me and run out of the apartment. I don’t get very far because Brett’s hands are wrapping around my arms to pull me back.

  “It’s not easy for me to stop,” he rasps in my ear with his sexy voice. “In fact, I want to make love to you, make you come in every way possible.”

  My insides clench at the thought of him wanting me as much as I want him. “Then, why don’t you?” I ask him naively.

  BRETT

  Her pouty lips call to me. I couldn’t let her leave my apartment without telling her that I feel the same way she feels about me but I’m not the man you place your hopes in.

  I’m just the man you fuck until someone better comes along.

  “I don’t because I know you deserve better than me.”

  Patience’s eyes widen and she’s looking at me as if I punched her in the stomach. “Are you serious? That’s why you won’t make love to me? You think I deserve more than you?”

  I don’t like feeling mocked. I spin her around until she’s fully facing me. “Baby, I want nothing more than to be your first.”

  She scuffs. “What makes you think I’ve never been with anyone else?”

  Inside, I fight off the laugh that’s bubbling. “Really? I knew you’ve never been touched because of the way you light up in my arms.”

  “Is that why you won’t make love to me?” She murmurs.

  My heart stutters in my chest knowing the full extent for how much I like this girl. “I want us to be something before we have sex. Believe me, my dick is probably going to threaten to leave me after tonight.”

  She giggles as if my desperation for her is normal. “You think it’s funny that I’m harder than fuck right now?” I question her.

  I don’t miss the way her breath gets caught in her throat with her eyes glazing over. “I think it’s funny that I’m obviously wanting you but you won’t do anything with me.”

  Closing the distance between us, I slam my mouth onto hers. She begins to slink her arms around my waist to drag me closer to her. Our bodies grind together in a rhythm that’s only going to lead to one thing for me.

  Blue balls.

  I break out of the kiss and I know for a fact that she’s about to combust. Her eyes are hazy with her cheeks flushed from her arousal. “Let’s order some food,” I tell her against her lips.

  Patience groans and gives me a stubborn look that has me wanting her even more. “Fine, let’s get something to eat.”

  I want to be eating you.

  I order from the Chinese restaurant bellow me but the wait time seems like it’s hours longer than it actually is. In about twenty minutes, I all but race to the door to go downstairs to get the food. Being in my apartment with Patience is driving me fucking crazy. I feel like I’m a preteen all over again who just saw his first tit or something.

  By the time I get back up to my apartment, Patience has situated herself on the couch displaying her sexy body to me. She’s draped across the cushions with her back arched and tits popping out for me to see her nipples pebbling from her arousal.

  What the fuck is with this woman? Is she trying to push me over the edge? I’m doing everything that I can to keep my shit together and actually treat her like a lady but she’s pushing me over to the point of no return.

  Dropping the food on the coffee table, I stroll over to her displayed body. I can smell her arousal coming off her body and hitting me in the nose. Situating myself in between her legs, I lay on top of her. Without putting too much of my weight on her body, I rest my hands above her head to balance myself. “You think you’re gonna tempt me?” I ask her and roll my hips against her cleft.

  She moans loudly then sighs. “Hoping so
.”

  Inwardly, I chuckle at her honesty. “It’s not gonna work,” I lie and roll my hips again drawing out a moan from me too.

  “Then why are you so hard?” She asks me brazenly. Patience rubs her pussy against my dick giving me the friction for my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

  “Because a sexy woman is draped across my couch begging for me to slide into her. Begging for my dick. Begging for me,” I taunt with my lips raining kisses over her jaw down to her neck.

  “Please,” she murmurs.

  My lips reach her beating pulse in her neck tempting me to bite her there. I do. Her feminine scent is too much for me right now and I can’t hold back. My hips roll again but this time it’s both of us that moan loudly.

  Fuck! Why did I climb on top of her? Am I that big of a sadist?

  Dragging my tongue over her neck, down to her collarbone then hitting the beginning of her breast plate, I know that this woman is meant to be mine. I will make her mine in every sense of the word no matter what happens.

  PATIENCE

  I’m to the point of begging for him to fuck me. What does that make me? A woman that’s begging for sex from a man who clearly wants her but won’t do anything about it. Does this make me desperate?

  Actually, don’t answer that because I already know the answer. Hell yeah, I’m desperate.

  Those amazing hips of his, does another swivel against my already too sensitive pussy. I feel my orgasm ebbing and it’s too much for me.

  His lips brush over the mounds of my tits that are straining to bust out of my bra for his attention. Brett continues his path until he reaches the waistband of my shorts.

  “I can smell how much you want me,” he mutters against the bare skin of my stomach.

  I contemplate begging more. Would it work? Would he finally see how much I want him? How much he needs to fuck me so I can relax?

  Brett moves his body down so his ass is in the air and face is eye level with my pussy. He pulls the thin fabric to the side and stares at me and my black lacey thong. “Damn, baby. You wear this for me?”

  “Yes,” I hiss out. “Of course, I wore it for you and only you,” I inform.

  “Good,” he groans.

  The onslaught of his mouth sucking my pussy lips and thong into his mouth is too much. I’ve done nothing with a man before and all of this is brand new.

  I have no idea what to do!

  He then moves my thong out of the way.

  Bright bursts of light flashes before my eyes as I feel the tightening of muscles that I never knew I had. I let out a moan but then I get embarrassed by it. Oh shit! Am I supposed to moan? Am I supposed to be quiet?

  Sensing my embarrassment, Brett looks up at me with his tongue on my clit. He winks at me while sucking my clit into his mouth. My body bows and arches to bring me closer to his mouth but then I become too sensitive.

  I place my hands on his head with my fingers sifting through his soft strands. I pull and then push him towards me and then away from me all at the same time.

  He sucks my clit harder into his mouth making me feel like I’m about to go flying off the seat. It’s when he eases two fingers in me that I scream.

  “I don’t know! I don’t know what’s about to happen… Oh god!” I beg. “Help me!”

  Brett chuckles against my sensitive flesh driving me closer to something that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s the most powerful feeling in the world but it’s scaring the shit out of me. I feel as if my body is about to explode. Waves of unadulterated pleasure spikes through me as my eyes snap open. I look down at him with curiosity but he doesn’t seem to think anything is weird.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” I chant just when pleasure and pain splinter through my body all at the same time.

  I’m moaning loudly with my head shaking from side to side trying to calm down. My breathing is raging through my body and I feel my pussy contract and constrict against his fingers.

  Brett sucks on my clit harder than before but it’s too much for me. I try to pull away from his mouth but he wraps his hands around my thighs to keep me where I am. He sucks me, licks me, drives me utterly crazy and I can’t seem to get enough of him.

  My thighs shake against his head and my ass squeezes tighter to alleviate some of the pressure in my pussy. “Stop! Stop!” I beg while wiggling out of his grasp.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” He questions me with his lips glistening from me.

  My body feels super charged from the humiliation. Did I come too much? Is that what that was? Did I hump his face? Should I have come that fast?

  I shake my head while flopping my arm over my face trying to hide from having a conversation that will make me look awful.

  Rubbing my thighs, Brett kisses up my torso until he reaches my chin. I smell myself on his lips and it’s equally terrifying and arousing that he smells like me. Do I smell bad? How do I know if I smell okay?

  “Why are you embarrassed, baby?” Brett asks me.

  I shake my head and burrow further into the couch that smells like him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  He kisses my neck. “I do. I want you to know that you have the sweetest tasting pussy in the world. Was that the first time you came? Was I the first man you let near your pretty little pussy?”

  Nodding, I uncover my face. He’s not disgusted by me! I didn’t do anything wrong. “You mean… you liked going down on me?” I ask.

  “Patience, I love your sweet little pussy. I wanna fuckin’ live down there and eat you out until you can’t walk.”

  My face turns red. “Uh,” I question.

  BRETT

  The fact that she’s so nervous right now, is such a turn on. Normally, I like girls with confidence but there’s something about the way Patience makes me feel, turns it all around.

  “Baby, you’re perfect,” I mumble against her lips before kissing the shit out of her. Our lips collide, my tongue slides into her mouth to create a dirty dance between our tongues. I know that she can sense I’m turned on right now, because she keeps rubbing against my dick that’s nestled in between her thighs.

  Her pussy juices are so hot and they are soaking through her thin material from her shorts and thong. This makes her my girl.

  I know that I’m in serious need to slow this down before I nut in my pants like I’m a fuckin’ fifteen year old again. I’ve never been this rock hard before.

  Breaking our connection, I kiss her once more tenderly before leaving the apex of her thighs to grab the food. “You ready to eat?” I ask her with lust lacing my voice.

  Truthfully, I couldn’t care less about eating right now. All I want to do is feast on her body, making her come over and over until her body shakes from coming so hard. Fuck food.

  “So,” she begins while sitting up from the couch and accepting the takeout container I hand her from the bag.

  I settle in next to her but grab her feet to drape over my lap. I can’t stop touching her nor do I want to. “So?”

  Patience giggles. “How long have you lived here?”

  It’s my turn to chuckle. “First date conversations?” I question.

  “Well, yeah.”

  “I’ve lived here about two months. Moved out of my parents’ house after I got back from basic.”

  Until now, I had forgotten to mention that I was active duty. Part of me hoped that she would have just known and we wouldn’t have had to have this conversation. However, that’s the ridiculous thing about being young and stupid. You forget these things.

  “Basic?”

  I look into her eyes that are wide with terror and wonder. “Yeah, baby. I leave for active duty in a couple of weeks.”

  Patience nods her cute head while chewing on a piece of chicken from her chopsticks. “So, when you leave…?”

  Knowing what she’s going to say, I answer her without her needing to finish her sentence. “I want to spend time with you. No matter how we do it, where we do it. There’s somethin’ here and I w
anna know what it is.”

  She smiles at me. “Thank you. Where will you be going?”

  “Not sure.”

  We eat in companionable silence until we’ve finished the food and could no longer put off the rest of the conversation. “I’m not sayin’ it’s gonna be easy, Patience, but we have somethin’ here and I want to see where it goes. You feel me?”

  For the love of god, please tell me you do!

  Nodding, Patience places her container on the table in the middle of the living room. “Yeah. Me too.”

  She grabs my container and drops it on the ground before sliding onto my lap. Her little shorts provide zero barriers between us and I’m harder than shit right now. Why does this woman have to make me so hard?

  I place my hands on her hips in hopes of slowing her down, but she grinds against my shaft with her cleft riding me up and down. “You’re so big,” she murmurs. “So fucking big. So powerful. So handsome. Brett, you’re amazing.”

  I feel like I’m ten feet tall now! This girl is going to drive me crazy. Just when I’m about to throw her off of me before I do something to embarrass myself, my front door crashes open against the wall.

  “What the fuck do we have here?”

  The sneer and the harsh words of my drunken mother are more than enough to throw water on our fire we have burning. “What the fuck are you doin’ in my place?” I bark.

  Carefully, I pluck Patience off my lap before depositing her on the couch cushion next to me. My mother doesn’t need to know that I have someone in my life because she’s going to try and ruin it. It’s what she does.

  “Hi, I’m Patience,” my girl says from next to me.

  Of course, my mother takes this opportunity to size her up. “You rich?”

  “For fuck’s sake!” I growl at her. “What the hell are you doin’ back here? I kicked you out earlier!”

  “Figured your new friend here would want to help out the woman who could become her mother in law someday. Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s gettin’ into.”

  My anger level is rising and I feel the tension in the room hitting a dangerous level. “Brett, what’s going on?” Patience asks me.