Sex & Pancakes

by Kelli Evans

  Patrick grinned to himself as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. She’d used the winky-face.

  * * * *

  “It’s been a week,” Chase said as they jammed together at Patrick’s house. Chase on the guitar, Patrick in his natural habitat behind the drums. “Stop bragging about having her number if you’re not doing shit with it.”

  Patrick feigned offense. “Excuse me, funny memes are a perfectly acceptable flirtation device.”

  “No. No, they’re not. It’s sad, man. Just tell her you want to see her.”

  Patrick rolled his eyes. “Like that will work.”

  Chase leveled a stare at him.

  Patrick pulled his phone out and texted exactly that. They got back to jamming and Patrick didn’t check it again until long after Chase had left.

  His phone buzzed in his pocket while he moved his laundry along. Patrick looked at his screen, realizing he had a text from Roz a couple of hours ago.

  What are you going to do about it?

  And a recent one that read, Come over now or forever hold your peace.

  Patrick sent back, Now? Like right now?

  Now.

  Text me your address, he shot off while turning the dial on the dryer, and then went and grabbed his keys.

  Patrick followed her directions. He parked in the street out in front of the yellow house she’d grown up in. He walked up the drive and around the back of the garage. There was a wooden staircase that lead to a deck around the apartment above it.

  He walked to the sliding glass door, and before Patrick could knock, he saw her through it. Black bra. Black underwear. Fuck. All that tan bare skin exposed for his eyes. She took a sip from her beer before pulling the door open.

  “You’re late.” She sat her drink on the table.

  “You’re half-naked.” Thanks, Captain Obvious.

  She made a thoughtful noise. “You’re overdressed.”

  Patrick pulled the door closed behind him. He might have been about to say something like maybe they should slow this down but Roz pressed herself against him. She was tall for a woman, but she still had to go on her tiptoes when she pressed her lips against his.

  Patrick made a hungry sound and wrapped her in his arms. She tugged at his hair and bit his bottom lip. Her mouth was bitter and sweet like the hints of grapefruit in the beer she had been drinking. He fucking loved it. He dug his fingers into the soft, hot skin of her hips before caressing possessively up her back to tangle in her thick, silky hair.

  Roz pushed against his chest and moved away. Her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen and red. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting the black material fall from her skin. Sweet mother of god, she had beautiful tits. He could not take his gaze off her. Her breasts were full, and her dusky pink nipples were hard. His mouth begged to be on them.

  Is this really happening?

  She crooked her finger at him—c’mere. Patrick downed the beer from the table and then prepared to follow her anywhere.

  Chapter 3

  Roz

  ROZ had no idea what was happening to her. She rarely acted like this with men she’d just met, or re-met she supposed. There was something about him. Her stomach hadn’t stopped fluttering since he’d sat next to her at the party. He occupied a lot of her thoughts lately.

  She had debated with herself all week whether to invite him over or not, even going so far as to type out a message only to delete it.

  Tonight Hannah and Roz had gone to Traverse City to a bar they frequented called The Raindrop. She had gotten Patrick’s message on a dance break. After responding to him, she’d gone back to dancing with Hannah but couldn’t help checking her phone for a reply every couple of minutes.

  Roz had stayed until Hannah looked pretty cozy with an athletic red head, then Roz had waved at her from across the dance floor before Ubering home and texting Patrick again, inviting him over now or never. Thank God he’d chosen now.

  Roz walked backward until her back hit the cool bedroom door. He was in front of her in a flash, a sheepish smile on his face. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. Her skin came alive where he touched her. She wanted more.

  She brushed her hands down his chest, stood on her tiptoes, and tipped her head back, licking her lips in hopeful anticipation. She never had a problem taking charge, wasn’t much of a nervous person, but for some reason, the butterflies in her stomach were suddenly doing jumping jacks.

  His gaze followed the movement of her tongue as he cupped the back of her neck. Bringing his gaze back up to hers, he lowered his mouth and met her halfway. As soon as their lips met, it turned feverish, and his beard scraped against her cheeks and chin in the most delicious way. She slid her hands under his shirt at his waist, feeling his soft, hot skin while she tugged up the fabric. He pulled away long enough to reach behind his head and peel his top off.

  Patrick was tall and broad shouldered with a sprinkling of brown hair on his chest that traveled down over his soft belly and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. She looked forward to following that trail.

  His large arms were adorned with tattoos all the way down to his wrists. They seemed to be a mixture of aliens and space, and she was pretty sure she had spotted an R2D2. It made her curious to find out more. His eyes flashed heat at her, and his chest heaved slightly as she took her time looking him up and down. He was fucking sexy.

  Patrick finally pushed himself against her, his chest hair rubbing deliciously on her aching nipples. She let out a satisfied sound, arching her back to press more deeply into him.

  His hand went to the small of her back and pressed her even closer, molding their bodies together, his lips finding hers again. His big hands were callused, and the roughness brought shivers to her hot skin.

  Was this crazy?

  Was she crazy?

  Was this going too fast?

  She pushed on his chest, breaking their kiss and making eye contact with him. “This isn’t going too fast is it? What am I saying? Of course it is. I must seem crazy.” She let out a small laugh. She was starting to feel crazy.

  Patrick left out a big laugh, and it made her want to kiss him again. “No, definitely not.” Thank God. He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. His voice lowered as he said, “I’ve been thinking about this, about you, all week. You don’t hear me complaining.”

  That was all Roz needed to hear as she grabbed the back of his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and brought his lips to hers again. She was so drawn to him, as if she couldn’t get enough.

  This was exactly what she needed. She’d toasted to new dicks and she was ready to follow through on that. She didn’t want to over think this anymore. She wanted him. She’d spent all week wondering what this would be like, what he would feel like. Now that he was there, in front of her, his lips on her, it was more than she had imagined it could be.

  Patrick moved his lips down to her neck, and his scruff stirred something in her to make all her thoughts go out the window.

  Roz reached behind her and grabbed the doorknob, pushing open the door to her bedroom. She moved backward away from his plump lips. His glassy-eyed gaze met hers, and he followed her into the dark bedroom. The street light glowed through the window, casting a shadow on the bed.

  Roz stood in the light from the window, letting him look at her. He bit his bottom lip, his gaze sweeping down her body.

  “Take off your pants,” she ordered. He immediately unbuttoned his jeans, and kicking his shoes off, his pants fell on their own accord. He stepped out of them and then came toward her a step. She appreciated how well he filled out his boxer-briefs. She pointed to the bed. “Lie down.” She liked a man who followed directions well.

  Roz immediately straddled him as he lay down, grinding her hips into his erection. Her panties were already damp. He closed his eyes and let out a moan as he dug his fingers into her hips. She grabbed hi
s hands and slid them up to her full breasts. His green-eyed gaze connected with hers as he toyed with her nipples. She tipped her head back, her gaze still on his as her long hair brushed his upper thighs.

  Patrick’s hands left her breasts as he sat up and wrapped one arm around her waist. The other slid to her back and into her hair as he brought their lips together again. She dug her fingers into his solid shoulders as she nibbled his plump lower lip. He groaned into her mouth as she ground her panty-clad mound onto his hard cock. He trailed his lips down the column of her neck and across her shoulder. She shivered as he rubbed his scruffy cheek against her flushed skin.

  Roz gripped his biceps, and her nails dug into his tattooed skin. He moved his lips down to her breast, seeking out a hardened nipple. His teeth found it first, giving the bud a hard nip before he soothed it with his tongue. She gasped and he did it again—a sharp bite and a gentle tongue, over and over. Every scrape of his teeth sent a shock straight through to her pussy. She pushed hard on his shoulders so he fell flat onto his back again.

  “That’s enough of that,” she breathed, pushing her hands onto his chest, her fingers curled into his chest hair. This was where she felt her most confident, sitting astride a sexy man as he looked at her as if he were dying of thirst and she was his last bottle of water. She fucking loved it.

  Roz ground her hips along his dick again, enjoying how hard he was. Sliding down his body, she kissed his chest and scraped her nails along his flat nipples. Goosebumps popped up on his heated flesh and she smiled to herself.

  Roz licked along the waistband of his boxer-briefs before gripping the band in her teeth and pulling on it. His dick popped up, standing straight in the air. She licked her lips in anticipation. He was long and thick, and she bet he tasted delicious. She pulled his boxers to his upper thighs and moved her attention back to his cock.

  Roz ran her nails along his thighs as her gaze zeroed in on a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip. She licked her lips and leaned forward, darted out her tongue, and licked it away. His hands found her hair and tugged.

  “God, Roz,” he ground out between clenched teeth. She smiled, letting out a little moan when she wrapped her hand around him and she couldn’t quite close her fist. Her pussy clenched just at the thought of him inside her. Patrick’s grip in her hair tightened as if he could read her thoughts.

  Roz leaned down and gave his tip another lick while squeezing her fist around him. His hips bucked, and she tightened her hold again and leaned down, enveloping his cock in her mouth.

  Chapter 4

  Patrick

  PURE sorcery. Her mouth was magic. Slowly, she swallowed inch after inch of his cock, and he watched himself disappear past her beautiful lips. He hit the back of her mouth, causing his dick to jump and his balls tightened when she didn’t stop there. Instead, she eased him down her throat. Her gag reflex constricted around his cockhead.

  “Roz?” It was a question. You good?

  She pulled back a little and answered him with a hard suck before she swallowed his dick again. That was amazing. He looked down his torso and caught Roz looking up at him. Her big brown eyes wide and alight with what was unmistakably desire.

  Her generous plush breasts swayed against his thighs in a hypnotic rhythm—one that wasn’t quite in sync to the bobbing of her head. Shit, as much as he wanted to keep watching, he was going to blow his load if he did. While that sounded fucking amazing, he wasn’t going to come in Roz’s mouth—not the first time at least, not as long as her pussy was an option.

  He tossed his head back and tightened his hold on her hair, and his hips jerked of their own volition. She pulled back immediately. “You do that again and I’ll stop.”

  He groaned. Dominant Roz was such a turn-on. “Babe, I think you might have to anyway. I’m only human and I don’t want this to end in a few seconds.”

  “It better not.”

  Roz stood and drew her underwear down her thighs before they dropped to the floor. So impressive. She looked so strong and feminine. She had curves for days. Her waist cut in like sin, but her stomach was still just a little soft. She had the sweetest, meatiest hips, ass, and thighs—beautiful breasts—her whole body was banging.

  She crawled back up him. His dick brushed against her inner thigh. and damn she was tempting. She didn’t stop and settle over his cock as he’d thought she would. Instead, she kept climbing.

  He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She settled her knees on either side of his head. She reached down and spread her lips and completely exposed herself to him. So hot. He ran a hand over her stomach and cupped her breast, and higher to the side of her neck, grazed her cheek, and stroked over her swollen lips. She bit the pad of his thumb.

  He took in the sight of her—neat trim, beautiful lips, engorged clit, and wet. “Perfect,” he murmured. He reached around and grabbed handfuls of her ass. He squeezed, urging her forward. He kissed first one thigh and then the other. He nipped and soothed, nipped and soothed until she grabbed his hair and brought his nose into her. “Fuck, you smell good.”

  “Shut up.” But it was all breathy laugh and she let out a throaty, sexy moan and ground her pussy against his face. He didn’t have to be asked twice. She didn’t seem as if she wanted to mess around so he went right to it.

  Patrick opened his mouth on her and sucked on her clit. She bucked and curled her fingers against his scalp. He flicked his tongue over her, this way, that way, long licks, short licks, circles until…

  “There!” Roz gasped out above him. One hand stayed locked in his hair but her other came up to grope her breast and pinch her nipple. His dick jumped and oozed pre-cum. “There!” He kept doing what she liked, and Roz’s hands went to her hair, lifting it off her neck as she rode against his face.

  He caressed her thighs, sides, and back before stroking a hand down the split in her cheeks. He danced over her asshole and probed lower until he worked his finger into her drenched pussy. His dick was jealous. He wanted to feel her tight and wet around him.

  “More!” she panted. He obliged and ramped up his suction. He pressed his tongue harder and slid a second finger inside her. Then a third.

  “Ay, Dios mio.” He didn’t have a clue what that meant but he loved the sound of it, especially accompanied with the quickened pace she’d set on him and the way her thighs trembled against his head. He loved feeling her all around him like that, in his mouth, in his nose, him cocooned between her thighs. He curled his fingers. “Coming!” Her body bowed forward. She clutched his hair again. Spasms rocked her frame, and she shook above him, her walls milking his fingers. She grew incredibly damp against his face.

  She rolled to the side of him, panting and laughing a little. Patrick took a deep breath—his lungs burned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken air. It hadn’t seemed all that important when his mouth had been on her.

  “There on the floor.” Roz pointed toward the head of the bed on his side. He leaned over and found an opened box of condoms, next to a discarded sock and a dryer sheet.

  Patrick ripped one open and then rolled it over his cock. He got up onto his knees and nudged Roz’s apart. He was on his back before he knew what hit him. Stunned, he stared up at her.

  “I like being on top.”

  “You like being on top or in control?”

  “Both.” She stroked him hard once before easing herself down around his cock. He watched as her pussy sheathed his dick. She was slick but tight and felt incredible.

  “I’m a fan too.”

  “Of being in control or of me in control?”

  “Yes,” was his stupid answer but hell, he couldn’t think anymore.

  He sat up, bringing himself chest to chest with her. He loved the feel of her breasts brushing against him. He sampled her lips and squeezed her hips hard when she set a rhythm that he really liked. As much as he enjoyed the taste of her mouth and the feel of her tongue against his, he had to breathe
. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and sucked hard on her fragrant skin.

  She scored his back with her nails, and that bite of pain drew him unbearably close to climax. He worked his hand between their bodies and thrummed fast, hard, and unforgiving at her clit. The pressure built in him until it was so acute he either had to come or die. She clutched his shoulders, and her pussy squeezed and convulsed around his cock. Roz gasped his name into his ear.

  That was all it took for him to shoot off inside her—inside Rozalyn Abrams.

  The thought sent a blast of arousal coursing through him before he was even soft again. This was a dream and he wasn’t done with her yet. Patrick gripped her hard by the hips and drove deeply inside her and then encouraged her body to keep moving over him.

  Roz’s orgasm hadn’t let up yet and he hoped to spur on another. He kept tempo with one hand and tortured her clit with the other. He bent and captured a nipple into his mouth and bit hard.

  “Oh!” Roz screamed in surprise and then in rapture. “Oh!” She grew impossibly tight around him. He was tender and his focus slipped. That felt too good—there was no way he could last much longer.

  And then finally she came again. Her breathing stalled, her mouth agape, eyes closed tightly, and her body seized around him, keeping him prisoner in the most beautiful agony he’d ever experienced.

  Rozalyn fucking Abrams.

  Chapter 5

  Roz

  ROZ stretched languidly, curling her toes into the sheets. She had the biggest smile on her face and slight soreness in her muscles, the best kind of soreness. She couldn’t believe how good she felt this morning, especially after how much she’d drank the night before. Sex was always the best hangover cure and she and Patrick had enough last night to cure Ebola.

  Roz smiled wider at the thought. He was very good at following directions, which worked out best for both of them. She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d even had, or him, for that matter. She was damn proud of that fact. She was also proud of how many times he’d been able to get hard last night for her. They may have beaten her personal best.