I gently put my hand on top of the hand he has on my waist, and I slowly trace my fingers over it, then lift it off my waist. To the beat of the music, I turn around so that my back is to his front and I put my hands on his thighs, then slowly trail them down his legs as I slowly squat. I could swear I felt his leg twitch, and I smirk, standing up and turning around.I put my hands on his chest, pushing him backwards and down into a sofa, then climb on top of him, straddling his thighs. I throw my hair on one side and grab his hair, pulling his head backwards and exposing his throat. His lips part and his tongue darts out, wetting them and my eyes focus on them, as I gulp. Subconsciously I feel his hands as they grab on to my hips. “Holy shit. What are you, a stripper or something?” He asks quietly and my nausea intensifies. For a second, he looks like he’s not joking.“Oh, fuck! Go get a room, guys, this is public space!” I hear Jack’s voice shout over the sound of the music, and I
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