I wiped my eyes as he glared at me.
“Go, you know you’ll do better than me.” He pushed me to Forest who caught me with ease.
“Come on, show me what you got, innocent," he said, holding my hand.
I fell into step, following him a lot easier than I had imagined since I was used to leading not following.
“What’s innocent mean?” I asked, as we made our first revolution.
“Innocent,” he said, before turning me and then bringing me flush with him.
It was a lot closer than before. If we did a step in a certain way my cock brushed his leg and if we kept doing that, I was going to walk out of here with a boner. He was doing it on purpose, pushing me and I didn't know if I liked it or hated it. On our next pass, Sam was drinking another beer, watching us intently, licking his lips and biting them as he stared at us.
He looked up at me as our eyes collided. It felt intimate, like he was a voyeur. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or I was testing out the glance at my lips earlier, but I was feeling bold. Forest moved his hips, and I moved with his, all but grinding my cock onto him. I bit my lip as pleasure coursed through me, but I didn’t lose myeye contact with Sam as his eyes grew slightly wide. I was ready to do it again when a body crashed into me.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”
Our moment was broken as we apologized to the couple and decided we needed a break from dancing. The last shot we took had really hit me. I needed water and maybe a cold fucking shower.
Forest led me off the dance floor as I felt Sam’s eyes on me. Maybe I needed to go home.
“I think that last shot is hitting me,” I said to Forest, who smirked at me.
“I think so too,” he said, guiding me to Sam. “I’ll get us some water.”
“Thanks,” I said, as he left me with Sam who pulled me close.
“You, ok?” He looked me over.
“I think I should have skipped that last shot,” I said, leaning against him.
“Yeah, maybe four was too many,” he chuckled, pushing my hair back.
I leaned into his hand. “I couldn’t be outdone by you. I’m good at blow jobs, probably the best.”
A woman walked by nodding at me and I was too tired to correct her, but shit, I was decent at blow jobs, at least I thought I was. Fuck if I was a horrible blow job giver.
“Here, drink this,” Forest said, opening the water bottle.
“Mmmm.” I chugged the water, now realizing how thirsty I was.
“I think we need to get him home,” Sam said, and I leaned on him.
“No one is driving.” Forest shook his head.
“I know, I live just down the street,” Sam said.
Fuck, Sam smelled really good as I took a deep breath or wait, was it Forest? I pulled away to see Sam.
“Yeah, come on, Jude,” Forest said, pulling me towards him.
Damn, he smelled just as good.
“Yes, we know we smell good.” Forest said.
“You can read minds?” I was astonished as we walked out of the bar.
Sam laughed. “Jude, you are saying everything out loud.”
