Sasha stays close to me, her hand resting on my thigh as she sips on a beer. I offered to order her whatever fruity shit was on the menu, but she swore she was a “beer girl.” Yet, I’ve seen her wince in disgust from the corner of my eye every time she takes a drink. She’s definitely not a beer girl. Ellie is the only girl I’ve met who truly likes beer. She’s just like one of the guys when she goes out, except I don’t daydream about fucking the guys.
“This is for you, sir.” A waitress plants a shot of clear liquid on our table in front of Liam.
“Oh, I didn’t order this.”
“Someone ordered it for you,” she tells him, and my eyebrows shoot up.
“Uh, oh. Ok, thank you,” he says, glancing around.
“Secret admirer?” I lean over the table, grinning at him, and he shrugs, tossing back the drink.
“Let’s dance!” Sasha yells, dragging me out of the booth and to the dance floor. She grinds her ass all over me until my dick starts to respond. When she feels it, she turns, looking at me over her shoulder and playing coy. I sigh internally, same shit.
Reaching for my hands, she forces them around her waist and slides them up her shirt, right to her breasts. I give her what she wants and take a handful. Her back arches, head dropping to my chest as her ass pushes harder into me. Thenshe spins, pressing her lips to my neck. “Take me somewhere,” she says in my ear.
Can’t take her to my room. Penn wouldn’t like that at all, and Olivia would probably chop off my balls. No, she’s too sweet for that. She’d probably cry, then Ellie would chop off my balls for making her best friend cry.
I take her hand and weave through the crowd until we’re in the back, in a dark, dirty corner. We start making out, and her hand comes down, rubbing me over my pants. My cock hardens slowly, and I thrust into her hand. She moans, loud. The music isn’t as thumping back here, but she wanted to beheard.
“Oh, wow,” she pants through kisses. “You have a tongue ring. I like that.”
“Mhm.”
She sucks my tongue into her mouth, moaning some more, while I slip my hand up her shirt again and squeeze one of her tits. Her leg curls around my waist, and she starts dry humping me fast. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” she cries as if I’m doing the Lord’s work when I’m barely touching her. I’m not even pinching or twisting her nipples. I simply just grabbed one.
My dick starts to shrivel, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s bouncing on my lap as if she’s riding me. I break the kiss and free my hand from her shirt, staring at her with wide eyes. She keeps going, slithering her body while her nails dig into my shoulders. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open, as she grinds into my softening dick.
“I’m going to come, ohh.”
No fucking way.
I watch, equal parts disgusted and amazed at how good she’s acting. There’s no way she’s enjoying this. My cock isn’t hard anymore. She’s just rubbing against my zipper. That can’t feel good, and I’m not even touching her now. What a fucking joke.
“Ohhhh!” she cries out, extremely loud as her body convulses. I step back and she sinks against the wall, smiling. “That was amazing. Do you have a room we can go to? I want to take care of you.” She eyes my cock, and it shrivels up even further inside my body. I didn’t know it was possible for me to be this soft.
I shake my head, staring at her in disbelief. Amazing? If that was amazing for her then that’s sad. “Sorry, my bandmate’s in my room and he’s not into threesomes.”Anymore.
She pouts. “Too bad. But that’s ok.” She reaches for my belt, and my hand shoots out.
“I need to piss,” I lie. “I’ll be back.”
I slip down the hall, but instead of curving to the bathroom, I practically sprint back to the table. Thankfully, Liam is already there, making out with some girl while Killian sits there staring into space with a snarl.
It’ll probably only take thirty-five seconds before Sasha realizes I’m not coming back. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” I blurt.
Liam whips around, frowning when he sees the panic in my eyes. He gives a heartfelt apology to Big Tits and climbs out of the booth. I look expectantly at Killian. Did he not hear the distress in my voice?
“You guys go ahead. I’m going to stay with Axel and Atticus.”
I slap his shoulder and hurry out of sight, snagging my hat out of my back pocket and tugging it down to disguise myself.
“What the hell was that about?” Liam asks as we make our way down the street, opting to make the fifteen-minute walk instead of waiting for a ride.
“That chick was nuts.”
“Ah.”
He doesn’t question it any further. IfIthink someone is crazy, then they might as well be certifiable. I like a freak inmy sheets, but that back there was another level. Hollywood needs to come get her.
