Oneshots (18+)

Is It Hot In Here? Pt. 1

"Micah, just take the fucking shot already!" Jessie laughingly demands.

"Jess, c'mon. You know I can't do shots. You take it." I shout over the thrumming beat, nudging the glass toward my best friend. I sigh inwardly as I watch her shake her head, her tight brown curls bouncing slightly.

"No way! It wasn't bought for me." She grins as she nudges it back, wiggling her eyebrows at me and tilting her head toward the end of the bar--the exact location where a stunning woman is currently sitting, watching the exchange with an amused expression on her face.

I glance over, our eyes connecting. She arches a brow at me and inclines her head, tipping her glass toward me in silent acknowledgment. I feel the flush creeping up my neck and shift in my seat, breaking away from her gaze. I am acutely aware of the vibrations of the music filling the bar, strumming through my body, pulsing in rhythm with the beating in my chest.

"Fuck it," I say, and snatch the glass off the bar. Jessie whoops out a cheer as I quickly tip the alcohol into my open mouth and down my throat, swallowing past the burn and fighting off a grimace as I slam the shot glass onto the bar top. The stunning woman at the end of the bar raises her glass in a toast, and I watch as she brings it to her lips, draining the remaining contents in one quick swallow. I feel a slight pull in my lower belly as I watch her throat work the alcohol down. How the fuck does she make drinking a drink so sexy?

As if she can read my thoughts, she places her glass back down and smirks at me before winking. Then she turns and disappears into the crowd surrounding the bar behind her. I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of her retreating figure, but to no avail. She's gone.

I sigh.

"Welp. Thanks for the free drink, I guess," I mumble under my breath before turning back to my best friend, who is signaling to the bartender to pour another round.

"It's fine, Micah. Just have some fun. Let the fine ladies buy you drinks. You deserve it. It's your graduation night. You officially HAVE A FUCKING DOCTORATE!" She yells the last part at the top of her lungs, raising her glass in the air. The entire side of the bar surrounding us starts cheering in response. A wave of happiness washes over me as all our friends rush in to congratulate me.

"Shit, it's about time, fam!" Nico shouts above the crowd as he pushes his way through to dap me up. I laugh, pulling him in for a hug.

"Bro, fuckin' tell me about it. That shit feels like it takes forever!" I reply. He laughs, flinging an arm over my shoulder before turning his attention to my best friend.

"Jess! What is a fine specimen like yourself doing with this lump?" he asks with a grin. Jessie returns it with a chuckle.

"Careful, Nico. Wouldn't want the hubby to think I'm stealing his man," she quips before taking a swig of beer and rising to her feet.

"C'mon, you three! Let's dance!" She loops her arm into my free one that isn't around Nico's back and half drags, half guides us to the dance floor. We're quickly engulfed in the throng of bodies moving to the beat pounding out of the speakers.

I glance around me as we move, hoping to catch a glimpse of the unnamed woman at the bar but don't see her. I shake off the slight disappointment and close my eyes, letting the beat overtake my body. I lose myself in the heat of the bodies pressing in on all sides, my hips swaying as the bass pulses through me. A thin layer of sweat begins to form on my body as the alcohol takes hold, but nothing seems to matter at this moment.

With my eyes still closed, I feel someone press even closer to me from behind, their body practically molding itself to mine. Their touch sends a shiver up my spine, and I allow a small smirk to tug at my lips as the rhythm of my body slows to match the undulation of the hips pressed against my ass. I lean back slightly as gentle hands settle on my waist, a jolt of electricity running through me as the woman's soft breasts press against my shoulder blades. I feel a puff of air brush against the nape of my neck, temporarily cooling the sweat-glistened skin there.