“Let me try again then,” she snaps, so I pass her my last shot.
This time she throws it back and swallows quickly. Watching her neck bob as she swallows makes my cock stiffen just slightly. I have no plans on fucking her tonight. No plans on letting anything sexual happen. I’d want her sober for that.
It doesn’t take long for the alcohol to set in and Prue to loosen up.
I have us tucked away in the corner of the club, not wanting any attention to come my way. I do not need girls trying to make moves on me while I entertain Prue. I don’t doubt she’d flee if she even thought there was a chance of me abandoning her.
So, I keep us as hidden as I can, letting her sway to the music. It’s a sight worth a thousand words and then some. Her hips swirl, as her hands rise above her head, stretching her tight turtleneck in a way that makes my cock throb.
I fight the urge as much as I can, but as we do more shots and the night goes on, I give in. Pulling her against me, I let my hands drop to her hips. She continues to roll them, grinning at me with an evil look in her glossy eyes.
I’m sure she has never had this much alcohol in her system before. Five shots are probably a lot for a girl her size, even spaced out. They seem to be affecting her, because for once she looks happy.
Her arms wrap around my neck, as her body sways against mine.
“See,” I say into her ear. “Already much more fun.”
She laughs, playfully shoving me backwards, before stepping back against me.
“I’ve been fun for you before,” she mumbles in my ear. “When my mouth was wrapped around your cock, remember?” Her mouth latches onto my earlobe, sucking softly. My cock stirs once more.
What the fuck have I done? Did I unleash a monster? And can I say I don’t care?
I’m going to end up with blue balls tonight, but it will be worth it. If she comes out of this night, realizing she doesn’t have to be Miss Prim and Proper just because that’s what’s expected of her, I will suffer through the agony of blue balls.
“I can be fun too,” I whisper back. “You just won’t let me.”
“No.” She shakes her head, smiling. Her body turns, and she leans back, pressing her ass against me. Grinding herself into my body as I try to think of anything but how close her ass is to my cock. “You don’t get to fuck me,” she says over her shoulder, resting the back of her head against my chest.
My hands wrap around her front, pressing her harder against me. Fuck it. If she wants to tease, I have no problem teasing right back.
“Ever?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs.
“What if I don’t want to fuck you?” She freezes against me. “What if I just want to make you cum? Can I do that?”
“Maybe,” she says again. “Maybe if you are a good boy.” She turns again, facing me and placing her hand on my chest. “Will you be a good boy?”
“For you? Yes.” I grin.
Eventually she asks to use the restroom. I lead her to it, waiting outside for her. I keep my eyes pinned to the floor, so I don’t have to deal with any of the drunk girls stumbling out of it noticing me.
“Ben.” Someone slaps me on the back. “How are you, dude?”
I glance up to see Patrick Oswald staring at me. My blood runs cold. He probably shouldn’t be out at a club. He should be home with Wes’s ex-girlfriend who he happened to knock up. It’s no surprise he is out partying instead. He will probably be a horrible father. The fucker raped Abbey after all.
“Remove your hand before I remove it for you.”
I don’t hide my distaste for the guy. I never liked him. He knew Wes longer. They were real good friends for quite a bit. Then Wes started spending more time at my house and we started our own band. Patrick hated me for it, not that I cared much for him either. Once we got big, it became apparent that Patrick wasn’t friends with Wes for any reason but to use him.
He was a dick who spent more time putting Wes down then doing any favors for him. Asking for more than he deserved. He also liked to fuck Wes’s girlfriends behind his back too. Also raped girls in bathrooms, apparently.
I should beat the shit out of him now that the opportunity presented itself, but with Prue bound to come out of the bathroom at any moment, I try to cool my temper.
His hand leaves my body. “Is Wes with you?”
“Don’t say his fucking name,” I say through my teeth. He is only hoping Wes is here to ask him to take pity. Probably beg him to pick up his bar tab.
