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Authors: Valentina Heart
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whole situation would leave me in general. Coming to the conclusion that honesty should always be the best policy, I tilted my head and really looked at Troy while I spoke.
"A little bit. You just blew me off, without an explanation or even a chance to make things right. When just days before we'd decided, together I might add, that we would give us a chance. I'm not gonna lie. It hurt."
Troy looked down, biting his lip. "I'm sorry. I'm a jackass."
I smiled. "Are you telling me, or apologizing for it?"
"What?" His eyes were so big as he lifted his head and focused on my face.
"Are you just telling me you're a jackass, or apologizing for being a jackass to me?" Smirking, I tugged lightly at the hair on the back of his neck.
"Ow. That hurt!" He complained even though I knew I didn't pull hard enough to cause him pain. The little devious creature wanted to change the subject.
"Shots!" someone yelled, startling both of us from the somewhat intimate moment.
"Noooo!" Troy wailed and almost fell out of my lap.
"Yes, yes." A brunette grinned almost maniacally as she pushed four cups our way.
"I can't. I'm too drunk already!" Troy complained again, but the brunette was relentless, "That's why three of those are for the hunk. You can handle the one."
This time I looked at her in surprise, not sure if I could manage three on top of everything else I'd already had.
"Come on, be a man." Another woman teased and with Troy nudging me softly in encouragement, I did my best to comply.
Of course, only minutes later I regretted it, as Troy stood up shakily, deciding it was time for us to dance again.
The club wasn't as full anymore and only a few couples swayed to the music, but Troy had a goal in mind and I didn't have a heart to refuse him.
My step was somewhat difficult, my legs not listening quite as well as they usually did, but I still followed behind Troy, stumbling a bit but standing, until he leaned into me without hesitation.
"Dance with me," he demanded, sliding his hands around me and gripping my ass.
I probably yelped or something along the same line of embarrassing sounds, but I did hug him back, playing with the edge of his shirt and I moved us along the dance floor.
Whatever we did had little to do with actual dancing, and matched even less to the music, but I held him close, as if he'd been there all along, and whatever ribbing I could get in the future was very well worth it.
I could feel his hands as he trailed upward, as he followed the edge of my jeans until he could dip his fingers just that much between them and my skin. The feel of him was scorching, burning as he went, poking at the squeezed muscle that I just couldn't relax. Not following the beat, he thrust his hips forward every once in a while, grazing my matching bulge which only ached for more contact.
Matching his example, I dared to slip my hands lower, to handle his slightly softer assets even as I pushed my thigh forward, harder, until he could almost lean on me and just rub one off. The sensations were overwhelming, and even with the bad balance I managed to move us along, to twist to the music until I spun Troy around and he laughed.
The need to kiss him was strong, as was the curiosity of what his lips might taste like, how soft they would be. The electricity was almost snapping between us, the arousal so potent I imagined I could taste it but the best thing of all was having Troy in my arms, so relaxed and willing. I could more or less cheat myself and insist all of it was real and it would have happened even without a drop of alcohol in our systems.
"Thinking too hard," Troy mumbled, leaving off my ass and pulling my head lower. He pressed his lips against my neck, pulling a heartfelt moan out of my lungs. But none of it seemed to faze him, not even when I wrapped my arms around him, when I squeezed him enough that he couldn't have freed himself without help. He just kissed with abandon, sneaking a lick here and there until I could
"A little bit. You just blew me off, without an explanation or even a chance to make things right. When just days before we'd decided, together I might add, that we would give us a chance. I'm not gonna lie. It hurt."
Troy looked down, biting his lip. "I'm sorry. I'm a jackass."
I smiled. "Are you telling me, or apologizing for it?"
"What?" His eyes were so big as he lifted his head and focused on my face.
"Are you just telling me you're a jackass, or apologizing for being a jackass to me?" Smirking, I tugged lightly at the hair on the back of his neck.
"Ow. That hurt!" He complained even though I knew I didn't pull hard enough to cause him pain. The little devious creature wanted to change the subject.
"Shots!" someone yelled, startling both of us from the somewhat intimate moment.
"Noooo!" Troy wailed and almost fell out of my lap.
"Yes, yes." A brunette grinned almost maniacally as she pushed four cups our way.
"I can't. I'm too drunk already!" Troy complained again, but the brunette was relentless, "That's why three of those are for the hunk. You can handle the one."
This time I looked at her in surprise, not sure if I could manage three on top of everything else I'd already had.
"Come on, be a man." Another woman teased and with Troy nudging me softly in encouragement, I did my best to comply.
Of course, only minutes later I regretted it, as Troy stood up shakily, deciding it was time for us to dance again.
The club wasn't as full anymore and only a few couples swayed to the music, but Troy had a goal in mind and I didn't have a heart to refuse him.
My step was somewhat difficult, my legs not listening quite as well as they usually did, but I still followed behind Troy, stumbling a bit but standing, until he leaned into me without hesitation.
"Dance with me," he demanded, sliding his hands around me and gripping my ass.
I probably yelped or something along the same line of embarrassing sounds, but I did hug him back, playing with the edge of his shirt and I moved us along the dance floor.
Whatever we did had little to do with actual dancing, and matched even less to the music, but I held him close, as if he'd been there all along, and whatever ribbing I could get in the future was very well worth it.
I could feel his hands as he trailed upward, as he followed the edge of my jeans until he could dip his fingers just that much between them and my skin. The feel of him was scorching, burning as he went, poking at the squeezed muscle that I just couldn't relax. Not following the beat, he thrust his hips forward every once in a while, grazing my matching bulge which only ached for more contact.
Matching his example, I dared to slip my hands lower, to handle his slightly softer assets even as I pushed my thigh forward, harder, until he could almost lean on me and just rub one off. The sensations were overwhelming, and even with the bad balance I managed to move us along, to twist to the music until I spun Troy around and he laughed.
The need to kiss him was strong, as was the curiosity of what his lips might taste like, how soft they would be. The electricity was almost snapping between us, the arousal so potent I imagined I could taste it but the best thing of all was having Troy in my arms, so relaxed and willing. I could more or less cheat myself and insist all of it was real and it would have happened even without a drop of alcohol in our systems.
"Thinking too hard," Troy mumbled, leaving off my ass and pulling my head lower. He pressed his lips against my neck, pulling a heartfelt moan out of my lungs. But none of it seemed to faze him, not even when I wrapped my arms around him, when I squeezed him enough that he couldn't have freed himself without help. He just kissed with abandon, sneaking a lick here and there until I could
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