He looks taken aback by my question. “I think she’s cool, and I like talking to her. It was just a goodnight kiss, maybe a little tongue, but nothing more,” Oscar scrambles over his words. He seems rather flustered over a goodnight kiss.
“Wonder if Isla gave her a little tongue as well,” Christian teases.
“Fuck you, man.” Oscar fumes.
“Well, things most certainly got interesting with the ladies tonight, then,” Evan says, trying to lighten the tension.
“Sure did. So, anyone want to playNever Have I Everkissed a guy?” I tease, again, my eyes landing on Chance, who is looking very uncomfortable.
“As hot as you are, Derrick, I’m not interested in kissing you,” Evan says.
“Sienna would think it’s hot,” I tease him.
“Derrick, how come you’re still single? You seem like a catch,” Johnny from Sons of Brooklyn asks.
“Aw, you’re sweet. I don’t mind a tall, dark, and handsome man.” I wiggle my brows in his direction.
“To be fair, if I swung that way, I would do you. You’re a good-looking guy, and that’s not gay saying that,” Johnny states. Aw, who thought that jughead could be so sweet? Maybe it’s because he got laid.
“Andrea asks about you. He’s back in LA again soon,” Parker adds.
“He does?”
“Who’s Andrea?” Christian asks.
“This hot Italian model, Parker introduced me to. When he spoke Italian to me, I came in two point five seconds,” I say, fanning myself.
“Hot Italians are your type then?” Johnny chuckles.
“I’m partial to a bit of anything as long as they are hot and have a big dick.”
“You seemed cozy with the stripper from last night?” Parker smirks.
“I was. He wants to catch up again,” I say as I take a sip of my beer, my eyes landing on Chance as I sip.
“Tell me you got a private lap dance,” Christian asks.
“Sure did, and so much more. He was very bossy and domineering, and I felt compelled to do whatever he told me to do,” I confess.
“Never saw you being submissive,” Axel states.
“Definitely see him being a brat.” Oscar chuckles.
“Can’t I be both?”
“Yes, you can as long as you can handle the punishment,” Axel explains.
“Knew you were kinky, Axel. The quiet ones normally are.”
“You have no idea.” He smirks over the rim of his beer bottle.
“Don’t tease me like that,” I say, fanning myself.
“So did the stripper, like, tie you up and shit?” Christian asks.
I swallow, trying to calm my cock as the images of what we did flash through my mind. “Yes.”
“Oh my god, Derrick is blushing,” Oscar teases.
