Sugar. Why not?

Short Circuit

"Can we go back to your place please?"

Sofia's POV

I don't even know where all of that came from. First I was just angry because of what she tried to do to Patrick then it escalated. She is so nonchalant about the things she does that it infuriates me. I work my ass off every fucking day to try and get to the places I want to be. To try to achieve my dreams and aspirations. While she takes her accomplishments for granted and lowers herself to sleazy underhanded methods. I want so much from this world in the way of achievements. She already has it all and doesn't give a shit. If I was in her position I'd be trying to better myself even further. Maybe that's why I connect with Patrick so much. He's driven and I think he sees that quality in me too.

I can't shake the anger inside me but I can feel it turning into something else. It's stemming from an undeniable need to protect Patrick. That's what set me off after all. She tried to put him in fucking jail. That's where my anger began and it's came full circle back around. God I'm so invested in him that it's scary. Too many emotions flying around and I need to get them out.

Beside me Patrick drives with a certain toughness in his jaw. His knuckles white on the steering wheel.

I do my best to keep my hands to myself but that was never going to happen. Reaching over, I slide my hand onto his thigh and he sucks in a sharp breath of air.

"Darling, if you keep that up I'll crash the car" he growls, while I smirk with glee.

"Concentrate then...eyes on the road" I reply and brush my fingers over the bulge in his trousers.

I can tell that he's struggling to keep his gaze forward, his body rigid with the effort. Something I've noticed about Patrick when we're doing anything at all, sexual or otherwise is he likes to look at me. Giving me his full attention and taking everything in. I'm not going to lie, it makes me feel pretty damn special.

Teasing him like this is quite possibly my favourite thing to do. The power is mine, I can make him squirm simply by fluttering my fingers over his cock. It's hard and straining against his trousers.

I guess you could say I'm a women possessed as I undo the button and zipper. It's a bit of struggle and I can't imagine I look very glamorous glaring at the offending piece of clothing.

Patrick doesn't seem to mind, one hand on the steering wheel and the other reaching out to touch me.

"No touching, keep those hands on the wheel" I command and whines a little in protest before following my order. Yes, I like this a lot.

He shifts in his seat and I take this opportunity to free his cock, stroking it as best as I can while leaning over the centre console.

It's gonna be ever harder to give head in a car but I'm going to give it my best shot.

It doesn't take Patrick long to work out my plan and his eyes shoot to me as I unclip my seatbelt (Don't try this at home).

"Sofia, put your belt back on! I'd much rather keep you alive to suck my dick many more times after this" he exclaims but I lean down and wrap my lips around the head of his cock anyway. "Shit!" He gasps. Hehe.

The cussing continues as I work my mouth over him and I get so carried away that I barely notice the rest of the journey. I'm too focused as the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat makes my eyes water.

The sound of him groaning is response is like music to my ears. It urges me on.

The car darkens slightly as he drives into the underground garage and I don't think I've ever been so happy. I want to have him all over me.