Page 43 of Embriagado

I leaned down and went for a kiss, when instead of his lips, I was met with his cheek.

Frustrated, I grunted when he chuckled.

“You think I’m that easy?” Reaching forward, he took a bottle from behind the bar and placed it in front of us.

“What’s that for?” I asked as he signaled the bartender for two glasses.

“To get drunk, of course.” He turned to me. “Or do you plan on letting me drink all alone?”

“No.”

“Sure about that?” His eyes darkened. “Sure you’re not one of those men who takes advantage of a situation? You know, like when the guy’s too drunk to say no.”

“Like hell I am.” I slammed my hand next to his on the bar, getting right in his face. “I’d never do something like that.”

I didn’t know what he’d do next, but poking my nose sure wasn’t my first guess. Or last.

“Good.” He smiled. “So let’s drink!”

Problem was… I couldn’t drink, not while on parole, and especially not when I had to meet my parole officer first thing tomorrow morning.

“What’s the matter?” Ariyan asked after I stayed quiet.

“I can’t drink.”

“How so?” He pouted.

With a grunt, I placed both hands on the bar. “It’s against my parole. On top of that, tomorrow, I’m meeting with my probation officer.”

A few seconds passed with him saying nothing as the music played in the background, until I felt the cold touch of a glass pressed to my cheek.

“It will be our little secret,” he said, holding the glass between us.

Glancing at the drink, then at him, my throat went dry. I wanted to say no. Fuck that. I had to say no, but… I was suddenly so thirsty. Grabbing the glass from him, I downed the liquor in one go. It burned going down my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut as Ariyan refilled another shot, which I drank without question. The same went for the third and fourth, and by the time half a bottle was gone, he grabbed my shirt and led me to him.

“I wanna dance,” he said over my lips, pulling me onto the dance floor.

Fairly drunk, I dragged behind him like a puppet on a string, not caring for a single thing but being next to him. Squeezing our way between others, we reached the center of the floor, where he began dancing and moving his body to the music with me behind him, both hands on his hips to keep him close.

“Grab me harder,” he said over his shoulder before taking my hands and placing them on his abs. Leaning back, his body pressed to my front while his ass pushed against my cock. Jolts of arousal shot down my spine, and I began moving with him, grinding into him like a dog in heat. My jeans turned painfully tight with the constant friction, making me ache for more.

He raised his arms up to the music, and drunk out of my mind, I slipped my hands underneath his black tank top, fingers smoothing over his soft skin all the way up to his chest.

He turned around, so now we were face-to-face. With my sight all foggy from the booze, it took me a few seconds before I managed to focus on his flushed face.

“You’re so pretty,” I muttered when he smiled.

Fuck. I love it when he smiles.

“You already said that.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah.”

“So pretty…”

“Do you really mean it?”