Patricia's POV
"Are you being serious right now?" I stared hard at him, unblinking. How dare he ask me that?
"Yes. Let's dance. There's live music and it looks fun, I mean look at the cowboys having fun." He looked around us, and I did the same but still felt nothing.
"Yeah but we aren't cowboys. No thank you." I said, sinking back into my seat.
I dismissed him and picked up the remnants of the alcohol to drink when he suddenly pulled me up and made me follow him to the dancefloor
"What are you doing? Stop this instant!"
I yelled, his grip on my wrist like iron as he dragged me, my anger getting hotter and hotter until scorching.
He wasn't listening. The minute we arrived there, he placed my hands on each of his shoulders, grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. When my body touched him, it heated. The body contact was platonic on the outside, but it felt so sensual as we began to sway to the music. His eyes were on mine the whole time.
I forgot I was upset, but I didn't forget to get revenge because how dare him? It's not every time I would let him walk all over me just because I liked him a little bit more than I liked everyone else.
Since he wanted a dance, he would get a fucking show.
Smiling widely, I removed my hands from his shoulders so I could adjust his grip around my waist, so we could be so tight that no one would be able to separate.
He seemed to not notice my actions, but when I returned my hands back to on top of his shoulders, and wrapped my hands around his neck, his gaze darkened.
That's right.. get lost in me. Focus on me.
"You're enjoying the dance now, aren't you? You didn't have to be so stubborn."
"You're right." I flashed him a seductive smile, one he took as an invitation to glide his hands from my waist, all the way to my back, and he rubbed it sensually. He probably forgot that it was supposed to be fast dancing, and not something so slow and suggestive. His eyes were as dark as the night sky. It was so easy to get him where I want him.
As we danced, I turned around so my ass would be against his groin. If there was anything I hated about today, it's the fact that I was on Jean pants. I wanted his hands on my skin, to palm it and curse into my ears breathlessly. It was like killing two birds with one stone. I get a little bit of pleasure, then my petty revenge.
I arched slightly against him so my ass was just beside his crotch, and that only laters of clothes were stopping us from fucking.
Then I began to rub my ass against him sensually, and I felt his cock grow bigger and bigger with each rub.
"Fuck, you're killing me Patricia. I'm so hard…" He said breathlessly, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck, making all the hairs at the back stand. He sounded sexually frustrated. I thought he got regular sex from whores?
For a second there, I almost forgot my mission. I almost let him follow me to the car so he could fuck my brains out, but the stronger side of my brain came back to life. He would regret forcing me to be in this position with him soon.
A sinister grin enveloped my face, even though he couldn't see it. Things were getting interesting now. His hands were on my stomach and he pressed me to him even harder, making me release a moan that was too fast to stop. Oh fuck, I had to round things up any time now, or I would truly drag him to the car. His hands were on my waist, and he used it to guide my body to his, to touch him in all the good places.
"Wanna fuck? My car's right outside, Patricia. Don't do this to me." He sounded so weak, like he was barely holding it together at this point. I let out a careless small laugh.
"What?" He asked, puzzled.
I pushed him off me and turned to face him, then leaned in. I pretended like I wanted to kiss him but when he leaned in, I pushed my face to his neck.
"Sex? Maybe…" My tone was so suggestive as I whispered into his ears. My grin was so wide.
"Give me an answer, woman. Tell me what you want." He found his way to the hem of my shirt, raised it up and ran his hands all the way up, just below my bra.
"I know what you want, and that's enough knowledge for the both of us." I followed the outline of his jeans and pressed his cock, hard. The world stilled as his eyes widened. People around us didn't even notice what we were doing.
"Fuck, Trisha, please!" He groaned, his eyes closed as if he was still relishing the moment. I could imagine how many positions he had me in inside his naughty mind.
"Maybe next time you treat me nicely, then I'll consider." I immediately snatched my phone from his pocket and ran out of the barn.
Revenge done and dusted. I will leave him hanging and needy.
He immediately chased after me with a hard-on and we began to run around the outside of the barn.
My senses heightened in a mix of excitement and shock, and I wasn't sure if I was scared of him or not, I just kept running in circles until he caught me.
It was near the car so he hit my back against it. He snatched my phone back from me and raised my hands up over my head. He looked different, hot different. He looked like he had no plans to baby me or keep taking shit from me.
My shirt hiked up as my hands raised and my nipples hardened under his gaze, then his touch, because his hands rested on them as he pressed hard.
"Oh God…" I cried out, biting my lips. I wanted this to happen like a bitch.
He stared at me hard, then used a finger to raise up my chin to face him. Our eyes were locked on each other.
"You've been naughty today Patricia. Get in the car now. You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" I melted.
He watched me as I got into the car, his horny gaze practically peeling my clothes off, then he did the same.
Oh fuck.