Bad At Love

Chapter Two

"Shots! We need more shots!" I called out, my legs were numb as they dangled off Silas' lap as his hand rested on the small of my back. We had been sitting comfortably like this for the last hour. His legs had provided mine with warmth and discreet arousal.

"I concur," Sofia said. She giggled at her own word choice, her hand placed firmly onto Nicolas' thigh. His arm wrapped around her shoulders. If anyone had looked over at us, they'd assume we had all come together for a double date. We were all far too into each other to have anyone think we had just met tonight.

"I'll grab this round," I stated. I lifted my legs off Silas' lap, the cold air nipping at my skin creating small goosebumps. Making my way towards the bar, I looked over my shoulder at the man I left at the table with my friend. His eyes trained on me, raking up and down my body. Everything I had been doing and saying had reeled him in -- hook, line and sinker. Which is exactly what I wanted, because now he wanted me more than I had ever seen any man want me before.

Any time I stepped away or even moved in the slightest, he would be staring, keeping me in his line of vision. Every time I leaned closer, he'd lean in to where I'd feel his hot breath fanning my cheeks. I had his full and undivided attention. And I loved it.

As I reached the bar, I noticed the bartender had left his post with the flirtatious patron. He was now playing on his phone, ignoring her little giggles as she chatted away with someone else.

"Excuse me? Can I get four Jagerbomb shots, please?" I called out. His eyes looked up to me and slightly rolled. He remembered me from our previous encounter. Of course, I didn't blame him. I am sure once he walked away from the pretty young thing to take our drink order, she moved on to the next one.

I watched as he poured shots of Jager into four glasses, before grabbing a red bull and pouring it inside. As I watched him, I let my mind wander back to the man sitting at the table I had just left. The last hour was full of shots and laughter. There wasn't a single second where we had stopped talking; we were all having too much fun.

Or simply too drunk to stop talking.

"Here ya go," the bartender mused as he slid them onto the countertop, before retreating to the back to his phone. I rolled my eyes dramatically as I slammed thirty dollars on the counter, not caring if he didn't receive a tip. Usually, I would go out of my way to tip at least twenty percent, but with his nasty attitude, I had no obligations.

I grabbed onto the four glasses. Strategically placing three in my right hand, leaving the fourth in my left. Making my way back towards the table, I did my best to avoid Silas' strong gaze that was burning into me.

"Look what I got!" I sang, the shots sloshing around in the glasses as some liquid dripped onto my fingers. I heard the men whoop as they grabbed them from my palms. Nicolas slid one over to Sofia, who was smiling like a little school girl.

Silas cleared his throat to gain our attention. His shot was raised into the air, signifying a toast.

"Here's to fun nights with beautiful strangers," he declared. His mocha-hued orbs not wavering as he stared at me, or rather, stared into me. I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck rise, for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. It sent shivers coursing down my spine. I clinked my glass to Nicolas' and Sofia's before Silas'. I lingered for a second longer before throwing the shot. I whooped enthusiastically as I shook my head to ease the burning sensation in the back of my throat.

"That's brutal!" I choked out, my body flopping down back into my seat. I looked over at Silas as I lifted my legs to place them on top of his again; the warmth of his body enveloping my own. I sighed in contentment as I felt his hand slide up and down my calves. My back arched as shivers rolled up and down my spine as his hands left trails of fire on my legs.

"You have such soft legs," he whispered. His fingers drawing invisible lines up and down my calves as if he were writing a poem. His hands wandered heedlessly, creeping further and further up. He reached right above my knees, sending shivers up to my core as my breath hitched in my throat. The closer he got to the hem of my dress, the more I wanted him.

I looked up at him to find his eyes already drilling into me. They were far darker than they had been before, as he stared at me longingly. His tongue poked out and licked his lower lip. The small movement made me wonder how his tongue would feel against my skin and between my legs. I couldn't help but bite my lip to refrain from thinking of any other dirty things involving the man.

"I don't know why you thought you couldn't handle yourself." You're doing well if you ask me," he mused, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew full well that I was on the brink of losing control. I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as I glanced over to Sofia, who was already lip-locked with Nicolas. My jaw dropped slightly at her inability to contain her arousal.

"Well, I am doing better than Sof and Nic," I joked as I nodded my head at the pair that was making out across the table. I felt his gaze on me move towards them. I heard him chuckle as he let his hands run back down my legs, this time it was more teasingly than before.

"Maybe we should get them out of here. What do you say?" He looked over at me, his eyes glistening with dangerous mischief. We both knew that if they were already kissing, there was no way to get it. Whether it was in the cab on the way home or here in the bar. The only reason we would be leaving would be to give him and I more privacy to do what we wanted to do.

"I'd have to say let's go before they start taking off any clothes," I replied. My legs already pushing themselves off his lap. I was beyond ready to go home; my mind had too many dirty thoughts for me to be out in public. There was only one reason I wasn't jumping onto the handsome stranger. I didn't want an audience for all the dirty things I wanted to do to him.

Well, no audience for the first round, that is.

"We will be in my room," Sofia's voice rang out. I could hear them stumbling down the long hallway. Sofia and I's two bedroom apartment wasn't spacious. Their bedrooms the biggest rooms in the layout. But there was more than enough space for two in the hallway. There was a loud thump, followed by a strong of giggles and curse words. The sound of a door slamming filled the otherwise quiet apartment. I couldn't help but chuckle and peer over at Silas, who shrugged before he let a smirk play on his lips.

"Where will we be?" He inquired. His brow raised as he stepped towards me; the space between us intensified with every step he took. Our s****l tension was at an all time high as his dark eyes stared into mine, his hands reaching out for my waist. My breath fell short as he closed the space between us entirely. His hands wrapping with more intention on my waist, his hot breath fanning across my forehead. I peered up at him through my lashes, my lips slightly pursing. I looped my fingers on the hem of his suit jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.

"We have a few options: we can stay here in the living room, pretend we don't want to rip each others clothes off. Or, we can fast forward and head to my bedroom." I quirked my brow as I let my hand pull his tucked in button up out of his pants, without waiting for an answer.

I watched as he smirked wickedly. I felt his hands slide up my body to rest firmly on my hips. He didn't have to answer my question, because we both knew what we wanted: we wanted each other. I felt his body pressed against mine entirely, his hands tightly gripping around my hips. He hoisted me up into the air. Out of instinct, I clasped my legs around his waist as his lips found my neck. He peppered kisses along my collarbone and jawline.

I let out a soft moan when his lips connected with my skin. I had been craving his touch all evening. The little caresses and light thigh touches were not enough. They were far too teasing for a woman who hadn't slept with a man in months. I had wanted more, whether it was light kisses on the cheek or a nice long kiss placed upon my lips.

"Which way to the room?" He murmured into the crevice of my neck, his hot breath fanning over my bare skin. I stifled a moan as I grinded the lower half of my body into his. I didn't care if he f****d me on the couch in the living room, the counters in the kitchen or against the wall of the hallway.

"Down the hallway to the left," I mused. My hands driving their way up to his honey colored locks. My fingers tangled into the soft strands, and I pulled them with hunger.

"Mmm," he moaned slightly. His legs moving hastily towards the hallway, his hands roaming up my hips and down to the curvature of my ass. I moved my hands through his hair, as my lips peppered kisses on his jawline. Poking out my tongue, I let it trace a line over his jawline, causing him to let out a grunt.

My heels hit the top of the bed, before my back felt the soft plush of the mattress. I watched as his hands ran down my hips and over my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. I let out a heady breath as I felt the warmth of his caressing the inner part of my thighs. There was no way I could let him tease me any longer than he had throughout the night.

I lifted the hem of my dress higher up my thighs, the lower he got on my legs. I felt his hands take off my heels. He tossed them to the side as excitement danced in his eyes. We were finally about to ease the s****l tension that had been driving us all night long.

I felt his hands rise to the bottom of my breasts, his lips leaving a trail of hot breath along the length of my legs. I wanted nothing more than to feel his bare skin pressed up against my own. I wanted to take control and make him take me in ways I could only imagine, but I knew my time would come. For now, all he wanted was to explore all the dips, crevices and secrets my body held.

"Someone's excited," he mused. His eyes looking up at me as his tongue stuck out to trace a line underneath the hem of my dress. I felt my breath hitch as I closed my eyes and squirmed underneath his touch.

"I am more than excited. You don't have to take my word though. You can feel for yourself," I admitted. My brow raised to tempt him to take things a step further, rather than extend our foreplay. I watched as a wicked grin took on his features. His eyes lifted my dress slightly, to reveal my thin black panties. His eyes danced with excitement, and for a moment, I was nervous. A man had never taken the time to please with his mouth, in that way. But the way this man looked at my core with excitement and wet lips stirred something in me I couldn't refuse.

How could I deny either of us such pleasure?

"Gladly," he mused. His hands trailed up my thighs, pushing the dress up to my hips as he pulled down my black lace underwear. Starting what would likely be a long night.