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A few days later I was with Mikey- the ninth time this past week. But he wanted to hang out and I couldn't just say no. I didn't want him to be mad, he was always a little insecure over our relationship. He thought I was too good for him, but it was actually the other way around.

"Do you want to go out to watch a movie?" Mikey asked, walking into the living room. "No, there aren't any good ones out." I replied from my spot on the couch. I was too busy throwing a ball into the air and catching it to look at him.

"Then how about we go out for dinner?" He suggested, sitting down next to me. "No," I sighed, "we went out for food yesterday, and the day before." I continued throwing the ball, it was the most exciting thing that I've done in the past few hours.

"Well I don't know what the fuck else there is to do." Mikey snapped, standing up. I let the ball fall to the floor as I looked at my fiancé, an angry look on his face as he crossed his arms. "Are you okay?" I asked, standing up so I was level with him. He just shook his head.

"No, I've just been so stressed out with fucking work. And then you're acting so weird these past few days. You barely talk to me and when you do it's an answer to a question." He huffed, looking up at me with an annoyed expression. I sighed and sat back down on the couch.

"I'm sorry, work's got me stressed out too. And we've just been spending so much damn time together that it's getting boring." I told him. "We're supposed to spend time together, you're going to be my damn husband soon." He said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"We aren't supposed to spend every second together, Mikey. I have my own life and I can't just be with you all the time." I muttered, standing up. It was Mikey's turn to scoff now. "Are you kidding me? Your 'life' consists of you doing almost nothing at the café or going out and doing stupid shit with Brendon and Joe."

I glared at him, feeling my anger rising. "And what about you, huh? All you do is bitch about your job and cling to me every damn second. Even when we aren't together you're constantly texting me. Do you actually think this is healthy for our relationship? You have to let me breath for a god damn second."

"Get out." Mikey seethed, his eyes sending daggers my way. "Whatever." I grumbled, grabbing my jacket from the couches arm. I pulled it on before leaving the apartment, making sure to loudly slam the door behind me.

I took deep breaths as I walked out of the building and down the street. He was in the wrong, he needs to give me space. I didn't do anything wrong except tell him the truth, it's not my fault he's acting like a little bitch about it.

I sighed and kept walking, I needed something to take my mind off things, and the only thing I could think of was alcohol. So I turned around and walked in the opposite direction, making my way towards one of the many bars in town. And it just so happened to be one of Patrick's, the same one I went to when I was a teenager, the same one I went to to see Patrick, and the one in going to so I can forget about my fiancé.

As the place came into view I quickly crossed the street, which was quite busy. But the traffic was slow so I just squeezed past a few cars. I hurried over to the bar, desperate to escape the cold. As I entered I was instantly warmer, hot even.

The place was surprisingly full for seven on Wednesday night. People drunkly danced on the floor, while others say at the bar knocking back drink after drink. Some even stumbled to the private rooms in the back, drunk giggles escaping them as they practically fucked their significant other as they went.

I walked up the bar, sitting down at an empty seat. "What can I g- oh, it's you." I looked up to see Andy. "Yeah, it's me." I sighed, raising my hands before dropping them to the counter. "Problems in paradise?" He asked, setting a shot glass down in front of me before filling it with something I didn't know the name of.

"You could say that, but I wouldn't call it paradise." I muttered, taking the shot. It burned my throat as it went down, but it tasted pretty good so I didn't care. "So you're going to drink until you forget about your problems?" Andy asked, leaning against the counter. "Yup." I sighed again.

"That helps, but only for a few hours. You should talk to someone instead." Andy suggested. "And are you that someone?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "No, it's someone else. Someone that came in here for the same reason just an hour ago." Andy replied, standing up straight.

"Who?" I asked, looking up from the glass to look at him. "Patrick, he's in his office." Andy said, motioning with his head to the back. "And I know that if I send you in there it'll end in one of two ways; and I hope you both make the right choice. Even if the other doesn't."

I looked back down at the cup, moving it around with my fingers. "Thanks," I said quietly, looking up at Andy. "Don't worry about it man, just go to him. Both of you need cheering up and I don't think you'll get that out here." He said before someone asked for a drink; so after giving me a nod he turned his attention to a drunk bimbo.

I slid off of my seat and walked towards the back, feeling Andy's eyes on me the entire time. As I neared Patrick's office butterflies erupted in my stomach. I shouldn't be this nervous to see him, but I was. And the reason behind it scared me.

I knocked on the door before opening it and walking inside. My eyes landed on Patrick, who was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. "Go away, Andy. I'm not in the mood for a pep talk." He mumbled. "It's actually Pete," I chuckled lightly. Patrick's head popped up, showing me his tear stained face.

"Oh, hi." He sighed before dropping his head again. "Having a rough night too?" I asked walking over to the couch before sitting down on it. Patrick sighed and propped his head up on his folded arms. "That's one way of putting it." He muttered. "What about you?" He turned his head to look at me.

"My fiancé is too clingy, and when I told him he kicked me out of his apartment." I replied, feeling the anger rise inside of me again. "I get it, my wife's the same." Patrick said, only making my anger rise more and more. "Can we- can we just change the subject." I blurted out, causing Patrick's eyebrows to raise.

"Sure," he sighed and leaned back in his chair, wiping his eyes. "Did Andy send you in here?" He asked. I nodded. For the next few minutes we just sat in an empty silence, and I wasn't sure whether or not it was comfortable. "Things are so different." Patrick said, breaking the silence

I looked up at him, seeing him stand up and walk over to me. He sat down next to me, a frown on his face. "I know, and I don't like it." I replied quietly. "I don't either. I wish things could back to normal between us." He mumbled. "Normal?" I asked, remembering all of the memories we shared.

"Yes, normal. When we could talk about anything and everything; when the conversation just flowed smoothly." He looked down at the ground. "That wasn't the only thing we did." I chuckled, Patrick joining in. "I wouldn't mind that right now." He whispered, looking at me. His eyes were dark with lust.

As I looked into them all thoughts slipped my mind; That I had a fiancé, that Patrick was married, everything. I looked from his eyes to his lips, watching them get closer as he leaned in, closing the space between us.

I closed my own eyes and scooted closer, holding Patrick's face with my hands. I could feel his stubble under my hands, it burned under my soft hands. He moved his to my waist, holding me close as our lips moved together in perfect harmony.

Patrick licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance; which I granted. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every inch before he pulled away, leaving both of us breathless. "I missed you so much." I whispered, our foreheads leaning against each other. "I missed you so much more." He whispered back.

I smiled and leaned back in, connecting our lips in another kiss, but this one was more heated. Patrick pulled me into his lap, my legs on either side of him. His hands moved from my waist to my bum, he gave it a squeeze, causing me to moan into his mouth.

He smirked into the kiss, making me mentally roll my eyes. I pulled away from it and instead kissed along his jaw, finding my way to his neck. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it, making Patrick chuckle. He leaned forward and pulled off his shirt, giving me a view of the body I grew to love.

I kissed down his chest and stomach before sliding off of his lap and to my knees. I grabbed at his belt and quickly undid it before pulling his pants and boxers down, Patrick watching with lust filled eyes the entire time. As I wrapped my hand around his length I felt excitement shoot through me; this is what I've been wanting for the past ten years.

I pumped his growing member, feeling it get harder and harder under my touch. I leaned over and took his tip into my mouth, tasting the salty precum. Patrick let out a loud moan as I swirled my tongue around his tip, his hands going to my hair. He pulled at my short, blonde hair, making me moan around him.

I took more of Patrick's length into my mouth, bobbing my head as I went. I moved lower and lower until my nose was touching his shaved pubic hair, his tip hitting the back of my throat. "God, still so good at sucking cøck." Patrick growled, pulling my hair harder.

I moaned in response, earning one from him in return. I moved my mouth up and down his length, my tongue gliding over every inch. I looked up at Patrick, keeping eye contact with him as I pulled off of him, only a thin string of saliva connecting us. I licked my swollen lips, making it disappear. "Fuck," Patrick breathed, watching me.

I smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling off my clothes. Patrick did the same, and once we were both naked we got back onto the couch. Patrick positioned me on my hands and knees as he got behind me, his hands on my bum. I turned around to see him sucking on his finger before he moved it to my hole.

I dug my face into the couch cushion in front of me as Patrick circled his finger around my rim. He moved down pressed his tongue flat against it before pushing his finger in. "Oh fuck," I moaned out, my voice muffled. Patrick pushed his finger in and out of me, his tongue working its way in too.

He soon added another finger and began scissoring, making loud moans escape me. "More," I whined, my hands holding the couch pillows so tightly my knuckles were turning white. Patrick chuckled behind me before he added another finger. He curled them, hitting that spot inside of me.

"Again, fuck again." I whined, pushing back to meet his face. Patrick curled his fingers again, making pleasure shoot through me. "Mm fuck daddy, I want you big cøck now." I blurted out, making Patrick stop his movements. He pulled his fingers out of me before getting off the couch and walking over to his desk, getting a condom.

I watched as he came back to me, his eyes now darker than I've ever seen. He sat down on the couch and ripped open the condom before rolling it onto his member. I moved from my spot on the couch to his lap, now feeling his thick dick rubbing against my aching hole.

"Ready baby boy?" Patrick asked, his hands running down my waist and hips before stopping at my thighs. I nodded and reached around to take his cøck, I positioned it at my hole before slowly sinking down. "Fuck, so tight." Patrick growled, his fingers digging into my thighs, most likely leaving bruises.

As he said that my mind drifted to Mikey, I wish it didn't, but it did. During sex with him I always topped, he was a power bottom. But the thing that sucked was that I was one too. Sure it felt good to stick your dick into something, but he never returned the favour. And I missed it so fucking much.

"Oh, Patrick." I moaned as I begin bouncing on him, his tip repeatedly brushing against my prostate. "No, call me daddy." He grunted, looking up at me. "Daddy, harder." I moaned, and maybe I exaggerated it a bit but that didn't matter, it made Patrick move his hips faster and that's all I cared about.

As I fucked myself on Patrick's cøck he thrust his hips up to meet me, only increasing the pleasure. I ran my hands through Patrick's hair, which was longer now. He moaned and leaned up to connect our lips in a kiss, which was messy but I still loved it.

"Daddy, I'm gonna come." I mumbled into the kiss. Patrick's hips moved faster, which I didn't think was possible at this point. His hand moved down to wrap around my own achingly hard dick. He pumped it to the rhythm of my bounces, which soon had me coming onto his chest and stomach.

Patrick moaned at the sight and came soon after, his load filled up the condom. "Shit," I panted, sliding off of his lap. Patrick pulled the condom off and tied it before throwing it into the trash next to the couch. We both leaned back on the couch and stared at the wall.

"I just- I just cheated on my wife." Patrick whispered, making my own stomach sink. "I just cheated on my fiancé."

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Author's Note:

DUN DUN DUUUUUN

So that just happened :^)

But what are your thoughts on that, because it took me all day to write lol

So I watched two movies today, the first being Perks of Being a Wallflower. And when I heard the guys name was Patrick I was like "oh shit, cool."

And then I watched Marley & Me. (The credits and shitty music is playing as I write this) and the couple named their kid Patrick and I was like "???? ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED GTG" so yeah.

If I watch another movie and there's someone named Patrick in it in going to literally shit my pants

But anyway, let's move onto the fun stuff cx

Question of the Chapter:
What is/are your favourite movie(s)?

Answer of the Chapter:
All the Jurassic Park movies and The Addams Family movies. I'm also a slut for all the Saw movies ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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