Legend - Mature scenes (LGBTQ+ included)

No Boundaries

It was my big ego, my frustration, and my immature way of confronting my problems that led me to the bar that night...

I felt like doing something bad, something naughty, breaking all the rules that coach Lewis set for me ten years ago, when he started training me.

I had been under a lot of pressure for the last couple of months and I was in desperate need of letting loose, blowing off some steam.

"What can I get you?"

"A beer, please."

"Coming right up!"

A beer? Really, Tom? That's your idea of breaking the rules?

Truth is, ordering a beer came out of my mouth without even thinking. I was so used to the healthy way of living that beer was the only alcohol in my diet.

After drinking it faster than I anticipated, I realized how light this drink was compared to my current situation.

Ugh, who am I kidding? I can't drink to save my life. Better get my bag and head home.

But when I turned towards the door, a gorgeous, tall guy with hair even brighter than mine was staring at me from across the bar.

His company kept chatting, but his gaze was stuck on mine. He didn't even seem to blink.

So mysterious, so interesting.

Damn, is he really checking me out so obviously? Maybe I am imagining things, I thought, but then I noticed the corner of his lips turning into half a smirk.

Yeap, he's definitely checking me out!

"Can I have something stronger, please? Scotch on the rocks?"

If I am going to actually flirt back, I'm gonna need reinforcements, aka real alcohol!

"And I'll have the same, Sharona." He said and I felt my knees going weaker.

[PRESENT TIME]

The first sip of whiskey burns my dry throat, as I turn around to face him once again.

He is now undressing me with his eyes, making my arousal grow hard, as I am imagining all the things he could do to me, as well as all the things I could do to him...

Soon, and as the eye-contact game goes on, the whiskey is starting to hit me, making my mind blurry and my judgment weak.

I turn my back to him again, trying to pull myself together.

But before I get the chance to regret my decision of ordering whiskey, I feel a hot breath on the back of my neck, accompanied by the intoxicating smell of alcohol...

"You're not a whiskey person, are you?" he whispers in my ear.

My body freezes, cold sweat runs down my spine, as I turn around to realize how close he actually is.

I can barely keep my dirty thoughts to myself anymore.

My cheeks are burning and I'm sure he can tell by now that I want him. I want him so bad.

Somehow, I find the strength to play it cool and I reply: "I actually am a whiskey person."

Crap, Tom, you suck at lying.

A mischievous smirk forms on his lips, so sexy and arousing, making me want to kiss him even more.

"If you say so." He replies. "I'm Leonard, by the way."