on the rocks. - brightwin au (may continue)

Chapter 5 (WIN)

"You're scared...or you probably don't know how to do it, don't you?"

Muttering these words in his ear so close that my lips pressed on his earlobe, I was completely fully aware on how these words would affect Bright deeply. I jabbered these words in his chest in this dark, velvety tone that seemed to resonate and ebb within his body.

I pulled away, the ghost of his steaming warmth still lingering on the skin of my lips. Still in my position on out table, I carefully brushed and ran my thumb over my mouth, my eyes down looking at my fingers like they were the most interesting thing ever that mattered right now. Yeah, I did want to do that, make my moves in this drunken state, but somehow the embarrassment settled itself into me and my face heated up more than it was before.

What do I do now?

Why was I so desperate to have his attention? Why, oh why, of all people, was it Bright?

Not that I didn't have his attention in the palm of my hands, but I was so goddamn bewildered, confused as fuck, and horny, all at the same time, mixing in the pool of my stomach. It was turning rancid and sour, but sweet. It's been sitting there for too long, and it ached.

All thoughts of mine immediately went blank as he grabbed my collar with brute force that I almost toppled back and crashed onto our drinks. Fortunately, I didn't, by sheer luck. At the last second, I've managed to regain my balance but my attention was quickly diverted to the fist clenching in my loosened collar.

Oh. I've provoked him—and it clearly showed in his eyes. His eyes, dark chocolate brown illuminated by the bright neon lights, was a shade even darker as he pummeled that deep gaze into my eyes; boring holes into my skin, making everything around us a thousand times more hotter. It's pressing into my skin, making me flush and sweat profusely. Or maybe it was his gaze that pierced right through me. Ugh! I don't fucking know!

But what I do know is....

"Did you think it was alright to provoke me like that?" growled Bright in a low voice, still holding onto my collar like his life depended on it.

Damn. This hot son of a bitch. Suddenly all the embarrassment evaporated and was quickly replaced by my undying lust. It was definitely right of me to push him to his limits until he goes all wild on me. My instinct was and will always be right: everyone has a hidden wild side, and it takes a good amount of "persuasion" before it finally shows.

I was kinda sure he was a quiet, cold and shy type of a guy back then when I broke his phone (before any of you make assumptions, I was still COMPLETELY guilty about that thing), but now that the alcohol had taken its toll on us, affecting us in such a way, I may have been forced to believe the opposite about him. It was shocking really.

Yeah, it's true what they say. Being in a drunk state brought out real sober thoughts, and we were here, wanting to desperately cling to each other and do something out of line; passing our boundaries.

"Come with me." He finally said, tugging harshly on my loosely fixed collar which almost made me choke. It felt good against my skin though, that split second of tightness around my throat. Oh. Damn this. Was I a masochist?

"Where are you taking me?" I asked flatly as he dragged me down the table and onto the floor where several people were crowded onto, and they reeked of the rancid smell of alcohol. Bringing my wrist to my nose to smell myself, I wondered if asking that question was a good or bad idea.

He didn't reply; instead, his fingers moved from my collar to my wrist, wrapping them tightly, closing around my skin. His grip was so strong it was even a struggle to wriggle in it (not that I've tried to break free).