Changing His Game by Justine Elvira

This is going to be a fun night.

Chapter Five

    A few hours later we are completely trashed and dancing on top of the leather seats of the booth. I've taken way too many shots of vodka and I'm on my third Long Island Ice Tea. I'm probably on the verge of alcohol poisoning, but I don't care. I am having so much fun.
    "I knew you were trouble when I laid eyes on you that first night," Jared slurs into my ear as we dance on the cushions.
    I drunkenly giggle as his breath tickles my skin. I'm positive I look like a train wreck at this point. The top of my dress keeps going lower, as the hem of my dress keeps rising while I dance.
    I go to reply back to Jared and fall over, bringing him down with me. Jared somehow lands sitting up, but I'm face down and draped over his body. I lift myself up and come face to face with Jared. His eyes are glossy from the alcohol, but they are still a stunning gray. His hair is disheveled and sexy. I look down his body and at the tight, strong muscles of his arms coming out of his black t-shirt. Somewhere along the line he lost his jacket. I can't remember if he took it off willingly or not.
    I look back up and focus on his lips. His beautiful lips that I want to suck and kiss. I want to feel them on mine. I look back at Jared's eyes and they are focused on my lips. He's probably having similar thoughts to mine. I succumb to my desire and lean in to kiss him, but Jared has other plans.
    The music has changed to Drake's Hold On, We're Going Home . The beat is slow, sensual, and erotic. Or maybe that's just how I feel because I'm with Jared.
    Jared stands up and brings me with him. We're standing next to our booth and he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around my waist. My arms instinctively move to wrap around his neck. Without even realizing it my legs are straddling one of his thighs again and we move to the beat, much slower this time.
    I'm swaying my hips, grinding into his leg while he rolls his hips into mine. His hands move over my back and I sigh into the movement. They glide down my back until I can feel him squeeze my ass. I groan uncontrollably and I can feel my panties getting wet. The throbbing sensation below is just getting stronger.
    Jared's mouth moves to my ear and he starts to sing the lyrics to me. His voice comes out low and husky, and my body melts into him.
    He is so sexy.
    He stops singing and we continue to sway to the beat. I lower my head into the crook of his neck as my hips continue their rhythm. His lips are still at my ear when he begins to sing the song again; with every word he whispers, he's implying he's singing about me. His lips graze my ear as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. The sensation brings goose bumps all over my body.
    His lips release me and lower to the sensitive spot below my ear. He kisses it softly and inhales. Even over the loud music, I can hear every sound, every kiss.
    "I want you... so bad," he whispers into my ear.
    I move my head from the crook of his neck and look into his eyes. They're dark gray and filled with desire. In my drunken state I don't even go through the eternal debate of contemplating if I should kiss him or not. I just lean forward and press my lips to his.
    His lips are warm and soft, but firm. He immediately responds to my kiss. Pulling me closer to him as his lips mold over mine. My hands move up into his hair, pulling on his long silky locks.
    His tongue comes out asking for entrance and I open my mouth for him. He tastes of mint and cigarettes; an odd combination but mixed with him it tastes delicious. I groan into his mouth as his tongue touches mine. I pull him impossibly closer to me by his hair as we continue to kiss.
    His hands that are firmly on my ass move to the hem of my skirt. His fingers slide under my dress and trail up my legs. My hips are no longer swaying to the music. I'm full on dry humping his leg as one of my hands move from his hair and drifts down his body.
    I feel his pulse under the skin of