Patrick Stump and His Lawyer Lady (WARNING CONTAINS EROTICA) #wattys2015

Chapter Nine: I've got a pocketfull of reasons why...

Chapter Nine: I've got a pocketfull of reasons why...

Tony's POV

*Wednesday Afternoon*

I had just gotten back from shopping and a late lunch with Patrick's mother. Was it weird that I had been with the guy for less than a week and I already loved his mom? She was the greatest and had amazing taste in clothes. I wondered what Patrick would think of his mom's choice in clothing for me at the awards show. Patrick's text tone went off, speak of the devil and he will stand on your toes. Again, is it weird he has his own tone on my phone? Even if it is one of his songs.

"Run dry" persisted until I checked the message. Maybe I would be changing the personalized tone thing. It was annoying when you couldn't get the message straight away.

"hy bby, hwd shoppin wit mom go? R u stil alive? im gna b ovr fr our mvie nyt in 30mins xxxooo"

I forgot he and I had said we were going to spend the night together. I replied quickly.

"I hd an AhMazin tym wit mom! c u sn huni! xxx0h"

I quickly cleaned up my shopping bags and pulled on a pair of skinnies with a shirt and my glasses. Yes, I usually wore contacts but I didn't feel like them right now. Patrick had been left in charge of supper and movies and by the time I had finished re-applying my make-up, the doorbell rang.

I opened it to Patrick standing with a pizza box in one hand and a Pepsi in the other. He kissed my cheek and set the goods down on the dining room table.

"What happened to the movies honey?" I was now confused.

He grinned mischieviously, "Oh, I thought we could make our own movie." and swopped me up around him kissing me deeply. We were both grinding against each other and before long the kiss got urgent. Every time I felt how hard he got with me, it was a turn on.

Patrick's POV

I had hoped after a few days apart, Tony wouldn't have the same effect she initially did on me. I was wrong; she still had the most sensual kiss I had ever tasted and the ability to get me rock hard within abouf a minute. The simplest thing, like her wrapping a leg around me to feel my hardness against her was so erotic I felt like a mess. I had been trying so hard to figure out if this was lust or love but I was still so conflicted.

I unwrapped her from my body and slipped my hands under her shirt, caressing her full breasts over her bra but never breaking our kiss. She had slipped her hands and was running her hads over my chest gently scratching with her long nails. This woman was pure torture, I took mine and her shirt off along with her bra very quickly. I would probably have to peel her out of those skinny jeans she had on but I picked her up again, cupping her ass roughly as I walked up the stairs to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I got naked and started peeling her out of the jeans and panties she had on, damn, every curve was still perfect. She looked at me, puzzled as to why I was staring at her body.

"Patrick, is there something wrong? Why are you staring at me when I'm naked?"

Oh nothing baby, I'm actually just thinking that you have the world's most perfect body and I'm going out my mind not to develop dangerous feelings for you.

Instead I just went with, "Sorry baby, I just can't get over how good you look with your clothes off."

Smooth Stump. I immediately went for her lips, kissing her hungrily while my hand moved down her stomach eventually finding her warmth. Her hand had done the same on my body and I moaned at how soft her hands were wrapped around me. Almost as soft as her lips that were on mine. It was then I got a very naughty idea and I couldn't have been bothered that the curtains were wide open and it was still daylight out. I flipped her on top of me then moved her so her head was just above my erection, she caught the hint very quickly and began to give me one of her mindblowi,g blowjobs. Not to be out done, my tongue very quickly found her now soaking wet hole. She had once told me, during a little sexting session, that she actually enjoyed giving me head and the memory of that made me want to eat her hole out even more. Fuck, my mind screamed, how is it that her pussy tastes so good. I could barely control myself anymore,

"Baby, I don't want to blow just yet but I'm not finished with your pussy, come sit your face here."

I was having her practically ride my face and I loved it. I felt her muscles tighten and it got harder to push my tongue into her so I cupped her ass, opening her pussy more.

"OH GOD, PATRICK, DON'T STOP!"

I smiled at that scream and went at her hole more furiously. She rode out her high then fell back, not missing a beat, I positioned myself befween her legs and rammed into her. I was on my knees and pulled her up to be sitting on my lap. God I loved watching her ride me. She was just such a turn on.

"Antonia fuck you look so beautiful like this baby."

Had I really just said that? Her eyes fluttered open in surprise, and she bit her bottom lip and made eye contact with me. I was mesmerized by what I saw there, it's like everything between her and I changed in that moment. My thrusts became slower and deeper and more passionate but we never broke that eye contact. Her forehead lowered to mine and I moaned at the slightest touch.

"Antonia, Jesus, what are you doing to me?"

I held my slow passionate rhythm and she was moaning my name. I even sensed a different tone there and it was enough to make me wild with the need to pleasure her more. As I was about to reach my climax I took her neck gently and cupped her face knowing she would be coming soon too. I knew her neck was her soft spot and that simple touch sent her over the edge which, sent me over the edge, filling her up and not stopping until both of us had ridden out our high. I didn't move out of her and held her close to me, refusing to break eye contact.

"Patrick," she quietly asked me, "what just happened there?"

I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer again.

"I think we just made love Tony."