Three Things

It turned out three things could go wrong when alcohol and horror were mixed together, and I saw none coming. 

I watched as Siri picked a movie, kneeling on her heels in front of me, and my eyes kept straying to her ass, how so round and biteable it looked in those tight pants of hers. And she kept moving on her knees, which meant her ass kept moving too. Was she doing this on purpose? As a “fuck you” for being half naked? 

“There,” she said as she settled back on the blanket, coming to sit beside me. “This looks scary enough.”

The movie started with a scream, but I didn't take my eyes off her. She noticed me staring and glanced at me from her side-eye. 

“It’s starting, sir,” she said, shifting. 

“Right,” I said as I looked towards the TV. 

The drinks and snacks were between us, and we indulged ourselves as we got interested in the movie, drinking slowly. But then thirty minutes into the movie, I noticed Siri shifting on her ass. I ignored it, because just sitting here, so close to her, not knowing if I was allowed to touch her or not, was driving me crazy enough. But then she shifted again. And again. And again. 

I groaned softly as I turned to her. “Can you qu–”

My words turned to a rock in my throat, my eyes wide. 

The first thing that went wrong was that that night I discovered Siri was turned on by the movie. By a horror movie. Fear turned her on. 

That was… fucked up, and such a delicious discovery. I watched her with my eyes wide as all her attention was glued to the TV. 

Her lips were parted as she breathed a little too heavily. Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, from the alcohol, and possibly from how turned on she was. And how did I know she was turned on, you might be wondering? Well, my wayward angel was rubbing her thighs together. She pressed them together for a while before she started rubbing them together. I looked away and turned my gaze back to the TV, though I was no longer seeing anything.

Fuck, who would have thought? Most definitely not me. What was I supposed to do about this discovery? Do I act like I know nothing? But fucking how, when my dick was already straining against my underwear? This singular piece of clothing on my skin suddenly felt like the wrong idea. 

A scream came from the TV, somebody’s head blown open, and Siri jumped, squeezing her eyes shut. I glanced at her to see her raise the bottle of liquor to her lips, drinking from it like it was water, all the while rubbing her thighs together. 

I looked away quickly, shifting to adjust my fully erect dick. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

This was a bad idea. Or a good one depending on how this night went. 

The second thing that went wrong was that Siri was a bad drunk, and I was helpless against this bad drunk. 

She was fully drunk now, her guard completely down, and she no longer bothered to hide the fact that she was turned on by a horror movie.

I jumped when I felt her touch my arm gently. 

“Jackson.”

I turned to her, swallowing when I saw the expression on her face. Her eyes were half-closed, cheeks now fully red, and lips still parted.

“Hmm?” I forced out, my voice too thick. 

She still kept her hand on my arm, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. “I… I learned something today.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What was that?”

She looked at me from under her eyelashes, and God, she looked like she was about to ruin me. “D-do you want me to show you?”

I knew I was going to reject it, but I said it anyway. “Yes.” And when she smiled, I felt like I just sold my soul to the devil. 

She took one last swing from her bottle before she dropped it and got to her knees. She moved so she was kneeling in between my legs, right in the middle of my thighs. 

“But first, I have a question,” she said, her voice low and making all the blood rush to my dick. 

“Ask.”

She grabbed the hem of her shirt, crossed her arms, and slowly took it off. My breath hitched when her bare skin was bare for my eyes, her breasts held up by her bra, and her belly round and driving me fucking crazy as always. 

“Do we only have sex when you have a game?” she asked as she tossed her shirt. 

I swallowed, my eyes trailing over her. “No, baby.”

“Then why haven't you touched me since that night, Jackson?”

“I–” I raised my eyes to her heated ones. “I didn't know if you wanted me to.”

She scoffed like I was being ridiculous as her hands moved to her back, to her bra, and my dick jerked when I knew she was about to take it off. 

“If I had things my way, we would never leave the bed and fucked like rabbits,” she said softly, and I… I did not see that coming. 

“Then why didn't you make the first move if you wanted it so bad?”

She just shrugged, her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m not that bold.” 

She unhooked her bra before I could say something else and, slowly, agonizingly slow, took it off, and the sound I made when those breasts were free was pathetic.

“I love that,” Siri hummed softly, and another pathetic sound escaped my lips when she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, rubbing her nipples.

She said something. Right? But all I could hear in my head was, “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

Fucking shit, because I'd been caught off guard, thrown off my feet completely, and not given a moment to catch my breath. And shit because what the shit was happening right now? Where did this woman suddenly come from? Was it the alcohol? Was that what was bringing out this… side to her? And fucking damn shit, because I was being a bloody idiot!

She was practically offering herself to me, and I just sat there frozen like a fool when I should have grabbed those beautiful breasts and dragged those moans out of her. 

“I love how you react to my body, Jackson.” I dragged my eyes back to hers, and she was… she was smiling. Small. Sweet, and after my fucking life. “It makes me feel…” Her smile softened. “...nice.” 

I should say something. I know I fucking should, but my voice and brain have abandoned me. Her smile turned sharp, cocky, and I knew I was in trouble. 

“And I like shutting you up.”

I almost laughed. This damn woman… 

“Now, Jackson, boo,” she said slowly, softly, “back to what I learned.”

She leaned in slowly, and I frowned when I saw her raise her bra to my face. My eyes grew wide when she placed it over my eyes… blindfolding me.