EroticReverie

It was a few days later, and the weekend. Jeff had been texting me all day telling me he wanted to see me. Several times I told him I was at work, and that after work I just wanted to go home and relax. 

Truth was I hate a "date" aka  a night out with my ex, that would obviously lead to us fucking. He'd wanted to get back together, and was trying , but, I just wasnt the dating type. I'd tried, I really had. But I got bored easily, lost interest. And to be honest, I loved sleeping around. Couldnt do that with a boyfriend. 

I'm at the bar, my arm around Patrick's neck as we dance, grinding on each other, my other hand holding my drink as I take a sip and then he grabs it, takes a drink finishing it, setting it on the ledge of a partition on the side of the dance floor.

He's leaning in, his hands on the waist of my jeans , his finger tips slipping up my long sleeved black v neck shirt, whispering about how he wants to take me home, my when my breath ceases as my eyes lock on Jeff, across the bar. Glaring at me through a see of other patrons, his hot girlfriend beside him, ordering a drink at the bar.  Some of his friends I've met are there too, sitting at the bar talking , while Jeff gives me a death stare as my ex kisses on my neck and tries, and fails to turn me on. 

The only reason my nipples are hardening, and my panties are about to be damp, is from the six foot three mother fucker giving me fucking daggers with his eyes. 

I don't stop Patrick as he freely kisses my collar bone and then down into my cleavage, his hands sliding around grabbing my ass as he feels me up like a horny teenager against the wall on the dance floor. 

I watch Jeff, my eyes on him the entire time as my ex's tongue licks the line of my cleavage and up to my neck and tells me he's ready to go. 

"I have to pee" I yell over the music, shoving him off me and making a bee line for the back of the bar of the bar where the rest rooms are, but instead, I push out the back door and pull out my cigarettes and light one up. 

There's patio area is full of more patrons and I move to the side, even though were outside, I hate smoke around non smokers, and seemed to be the only person out here doing so. 

I lean my ass on the edge of the metal railing that lines the patio area and my eyes flick up to the door as it opens and Jeff steps out. His eyes looking one way, then around and towards me. His jaw ticks and he immediately walks over. 

"Thought you were relaxing tonight." he says. 

I didn't owe him an excuse or an apology for lying. It was none of his business what I did, and he had a fucking girfriend, and was my cousin. So many reasons for me to not give him an excuse so I didnt. 

"I am" I say holding up my cigarette.

"This is very relaxing." I say exhaling over my shoulder. 

I feel his fingers slip over mine as he grabs the cigarette and throw it to the ground and steps on it. 

"Hey!" I say and kick his sneaker with my own. 

"Why the fuck did you do that?" I ask. 

"Cause that shit is gross." he says and glares at me. 

"I wasnt asking YOU to smoke it." I say, going to pull out another cigarette from my packs, but he snatches the entire thing crumpling it in his hand, making my jaw drop. 

"You fucking dick." I say. "Those are like ten dollars a pack!" I say scowling at him , and he reaches in his back pocket, and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a twenty and reaches over, shoving it down my shirt. 

I slap his hand and he draws it back with a smirk. 

"Quit fucking smoking." he says. 

"mkay, boss" I say and take the twenty out of my shirt and shove it my pocket, and put my hands on the railing behind me, his eyes going to my tits as they stick out a little more. I roll my eyes. He lifts his back to me. 

"You gonna tell me why you lied to me?" he asks and crosses his arms. 

I cock my eyebrow. 

"Who said I lied? I'm fucking relaxing." I lift my hands off the bar and lift them gesturing around me. 

"This is me...relaxing" I say and shakes his head. 

"Who's the guy?" he asks. 

It's my turn to cross my arms. 

"None of your business." I say and he steps closer, and I know he wants his proximity to throw me off, and it does, but I dont show it as I just sit there not moving. But I could smell his cologne and I couldnt fucking help the way my body responded to him being near me. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him right here in front of everyone. Have him bend me over and slap my ass. I wanted to do a million fucking things with him right now and hated that I couldnt.  

He uncroses his arms and then places them on the railing, one on either side of me caging me in as I swallow. 

"Your girlfriend might come out here." i say. 

"I want to take you to my car and fuck your bitchy little mouth." he says and I inhale, I swallow. 

"not sure Jackie would like that." I say. 

"Not sure your boyfriend would either." he says. 

I roll my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend." 

"You let random men lick those tits in bars?" he asks looking down at my breasts, at the inches of cleavage exposed. 

"Maybe I do. So what? They're my tits." I say. 

"Wrong." he says and presses in closer. 

"Those tits are mine Beth." he says. 

I bark a laugh. 

"Save the dominant alpha shit for your girl." I say, even though him saying that really sent a bolt of needy desperation right to my cunt. 

"Let me take you to my car and fuck your mouth." he says. 

"You need that thing stuffed so you stop talking like a cunt." he says

I lift my hand and slap him across the face. 

It draws a few gasps and people pause near us but his head only turns back to me and he glares. 

"You're such a fucking bastard." I hiss. 

"and you're a moody bitch." he says and I glare, my jaw clenching. 

"Wanna hit me again?" he taunts. 

"Do it Beth, I fucking dare you." he says his head dipping beside mine and his deep voice making goosebumps erupt everywhere. 

"I will bend you over, pull those jeans down, and spank you like the back talking little bitch you are." he says and I bite my lip as his breath pushes over my skin. 

"fuck you" I whisper. 

"fuck you back Beth" he says and he lifts one hand from the bar to my waist and his hand grips me possessively and I inhale as my eyes flutter at the way his lips push against my skin right below my jaw and near my ear. 

"I'm coming over tonight." he whispers. 

"That fucking piece of shit that had his hands all over you and licked your tits like a desperate fucking puppy better not be there." he says. 

I scoff and then snap myself out of the hypnotic state his scent and kiss and hand on my hip left me in. 

"So let me get this straight...because your girl sucks dick for shit and you cant get a proper blow job from her, because you want my bomb ass, spectacularly wet, fantastic, amazing, glorious, grade A, super star pussy,  im expected to wait for you to just show up anytime from now until what...three in the morning?" I say and cross my arms, he smirks at my mini hype up rant for my pussy. 

"You're really fucking delusional." I tell him. 

"I'll take you home right now." he says. 

"Let's go." he says, grabbing my arm. 

"What? No." I say and pull it back. 

"then tell me what time...i'll be there." he says. 

"No." I grit my teeth. 

"You're really gonna turn me down for that fucking idiot in there?" he jerks his head towards the building. 

"No. Im turning you down, because you're pissing me off and being annoying, AND because you're girlfriend is inside. Go play with her fake tits you bought her." I say and shove at him. 

I hear him laugh, and it's half amusement, half him being annoyed with me. Good I think. Who the fuck did he think he was? What did he think THIS was? That he got to tell me what to do, who to do, where to do it?  He'd been starting to have some real dick swinging energy lately and I didnt like it. He wasn't in control of me. He didn't get to tell me to go home and wait for him. Fuck that. No man would ever fucking tell me what to do.  I was single for a fucking reason. And i'd be damned, if I let my cousin who was in relationship, tell me what the fuck to do like I was his bitch. 

I storm into the bar, find Patrick who can tell im pissed, and he's about to shit his pants thinking he did something as I pull his hand and leave the bar. 

--

When I get to my apartment with Patrick, he parks in my visitor spot next to my car and we go upstairs. 

We have a few more drinks, well..I have several more, as I turn off my phone ignoring the bombarding of Jeff's text messages. 

Patrick and I fuck. It's lack fucking luster and since he's drunk, I call him an uber home. He whines about just staying. That he'll sleep on the couch. But no. Because I know him, and his ass would end up in my bed, and it'd be annoying , because the dude was fucking bed hog and constantly stole the god damn blankets. 

Instead of an uber, he asks his roomates to come get him, so one can drive his car home. 

I go inside, shower the day off of me and wash my face. I grab a pack of cigarettes from the drawer in the kitchen and go out on the mini balcony that over looks the parking lot. 

I don't bring my phone out, I just sit out there in the dark, listening to the traffic on the main road. I sit in an oversized grey t shirt and my underwear. My feet up on the railing as I lean back in the comfortable little padded chair I got for out here, smoking my second cigarette when I heard the rumble of a familiar muffler and see the large white truck pull into the lot and head right to my visitor spot. 

"Gotta be fucking kidding me" I mutter to myself as I exhale. 

I watch Jeff turn off his car and get out. My apartment sits off to the left from where he's parked and he steps onto the side walk, walks down and stands on the sidewalk , hands in his pockets and looks up at me silently. 

I was only on the second floor, so I could see him clearly and he could see me with the parking lot lighting. I don't say a fucking thing as I suck my cigartte, making sure he sees the cherry on my cigarette glow, right before I pull it from my mouth and then flick the cigarette out and over the edge and onto the grass between us, closer to him. 

I didn't like throwing my cigarettes on the ground. It was trashy. I had a perfectly good ashtray right beside me. I just wanted to be a bitch. I remember him one time complaining about how people throw them out their windows when they drive.  

"Still in a mood?" he asks, looking from the flicked cigarette back up to me. 

I don't answer him, I just sit there and stare at him. 

"Your little buddy there must not have fucked you too well." he says trying to get a rise out of me. 

"Must have fucked me better than your girl fucks you, because who is standing in front of whose home right now?" I ask and then slip my feet off the railing and stand up and put my hands on the railing. 

I can see his annoying, hot little smirk from here. 

"You gonna let me in?" he asks. 

"Nope." I pop the p on the word. 

"Alright then." he says. 

My brows pinch as he starts to walk across the lawn. 

"Don't you dare start yelling" I whisper yell at him but I lean over the railing as he hops up on the railing of the apartment on the bottom floor. 

"Jeff!" I whisper yell. "Get the fuck down!" I hiss. 

But his big hands reach up and grab the bars of my railing and the son of a bitch swings as he grunts and pushes his feet off the other railing, and pulls him self up. 

"You're a fucking fool!" I yell at him, my heart racing, not wanting his dumbass to fall. 

I reach over and grab his shirt and can't help but laugh as he struggles. 

"You fucking dumbass" I whisper with a laugh as his foot find the bottom of my balcony and he pulls himself up on the railing and then leans over and tumbles over onto my balcony, making me almost piss myself with laughter as his back his the floor with a thud. 

"son of a-" he grunts. "I pictured that being a lot easier" he says and I can't stop laughing , enjoying his fucking misery as he pushes up. 

"You're such a fucking idiot" I say and then don't bother to help him up as I turn and walk back inside , he grunts, finishing getting up and walks in after me, closing the sliding door.