Whoo! That wink is wicked!
"Thanks," I laugh.
He holds up his fingers and crosses them for luck. I bump him playfully. "For real! I'm going to need all the help I can get."
He introduces himself, "I'm Bastian, by the way."
My mouth waters with the way his lips flare on the 'tian.' "Mmm," slips out, exposing my whore, and I lick my own.I can't remember the last time a man's mouth made me moan.
I look down to see the fingers on his outstretched hand wiggling. He says, "It's just a handshake, but your permission is necessary."
I can't suppress my smirk. He's a charming flirt. As my hand gets closer to his, it begins to tingle, and I pray I don't melt anymore into a hot horny mess of female flesh.
Then my hand is inside his, and the thrill I knew would physically rack my body doesn't disappoint. He is electric, magnetic, and charismatic. I whisper, captivated and captured, "Nice to meet you."
When he smiles, his face lights up, making his eyes dance as he holds my hand firmly in his grasp. "It's very nice to meet you too…!"
The bartender arrives with our drinks, and thankfully, Bastian releases my hand, because I was melting into a deep pool of want and need.
He slides one of the shot glasses to me, and I reach for it, needing the drink to settle my nerves. Not about karaoke, but about him. I shouldn't be so attracted, so vulnerable, but I am. It's unnerving the way he makes me feel. Feminism has left my body, and the whore reigns right now.
He taps the shot glass, drawing my attention back to the drink, making the liquid move with the vibration, and instantly, I'm being fucked by him to that rhythm.
"Oh, my," escapes my breathless lips as my hand freezes. He doesn't miss a beat. He pushes it toward me, then watches as my fingers quiver ever so slightly when I lift it off the bar.
Our eyes crash into each other's as he raises his bottle of beer in a toast. "Here's to winning tonight."
His innuendo is clear. I watch the bottle travel to his puckered lips. The gentle way his mouth curves around the top. The way his tongue softly caresses it as he tips it up and fills his mouth with the liquid.
Every cell in my body screams with need. His Adam's apple lunges up and down as he swallows, and for a moment, I fantasize about giving him permission to touch every inch of my body.
When he lowers it, he smirks with the blatantly bold, confident gaze of a man used to getting what he wants. Ordinarily, the arrogance of his expression would piss me off, but instead, it makes me feel … valued.
"For the nerves." I toss down the liquid courage in one gulp. Then cough with the burn. "I'm not much of a drinker."
He chuckles as the fire spreading in my gut travels straight down to my pussy and sets it on fire.Dear lord. Not there. My pussy doesn't need any more encouragement.
He pushes the next shot glass to me. "For courage."
My tear-filled eyes stare at the drink to discover he's tapping it harder this time, enough to jolt the liquid. My pussy pulsates with the rhythm.
I glance up at him as I reach for it. His expression is still arrogant, staring at my hand, taking note of the fact that now it's trembling.
"For courage." I toss it back. Set the glass on the bar and shudder. A warm blanket of courage spreads through me.
He turns the last shot around with his fingers. "Take it easy with this one."
I raise it to my lips, throw my head back, and gulp it down. "Ahhh!" I shake my head, turn to him, and announce, "For the win, by God! I pat him on the shoulder as I slide off the stool. "Wish me luck."
He chuckles. "Good luck, but I don't think you need it. Something tells me you're going to win big tonight."
I meet his eyes, hoping I'm winning tonight one way or the other. "I sure hope so."
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Sebastian
Well,well. Watching her work her way through the crowd to the stage to wait for her turn to sing, I smirk as I lift my bottle of beer to my lips. She's not the typical prissy, spoiled, 'everything is about me' female. Even though clearly, everything was indeed about her getting what she wanted.