Page 16 of Obsessed with the Player

“So what, you want me to pick up some girl and go home? Whereyoulive?” Dan asked, jaw tight, as if the prospect of hearing him going at it were something that would bother me.

Which, from anyone else, it wouldn’t have. In fact, the thought of hearing anyone else having a naughty good time with a woman would have been quite fascinating and enjoyable indeed, something worth losing a few hours of sleep for, but Dan being the one to do it?

Yeah, I wouldn’t like that at all.

I would rather throw myself off a window than hear him having sex.Without me.

I tried not to let it show, but my jaw was clenched pretty tight. “No, sweetheart, you're not taking some woman home and making love to her, you're going to make eye contact, have ‘fuck-me’ eyes, dance with her a little bit, and when she offers, you're going to take her to the bathroom and let her give you the ride of your life with her mouth. As I assume you're a gentleman, you're going to reciprocate, and then you'll both go your merry way home with the memory of her lips wrapped around your cock to keep you warm when you go to sleep.”

I could see that my words had an effect on him, his cheeks reddening slightly even if he didn’t mean to, his eyes going a little dark with desire even as his fists clenched by his sides, making me want to keep dirty talking to him all night instead of what I was telling him to do.

Impulses warred inside me because as much as a part of me hated what I was telling him to hook up with another woman, I also enjoyed the images of it way too much. Mostly the ones that involved his overcome face, the way he would look down at someone's lips around his hardness, and at the prospect of hearing the sounds he would make as he was being shown a good time.

Great, now my pants were more than a little tight.

This was going to be a rough night.

A necessary one though.

Because I wouldn't stand one second longer with my caveman ruling over my brain. I was getting Dan laid, and I was getting laid right after. Not getting laid last week must have been what threw me off.

Lies didn't sound any better when you told them to yourself in your mind.

Regardless.

I centered my thoughts back on him, who was holding on to his glass with a little more strength and he probably needed to.

“Am I just supposed to try and make eye contact with people with how crowded things are?” he asked, his words a little clipped, clearly forcing himself to focus back on the task at hand.

He was already looking at the crowd of people and the small dance floor area where people were bouncing with their Friday night happiness stupor.

“You don't have to go to just anyone. Luckily for you, you're learning from the best, and since I know a fair share of people here and I’m feeling charitable, I’ll give you some tips.”

Dan scoffed, still refusing to look my way.

Leaning even more toward him, my front almost pressed to his back, I reached out my arm to point him towards some people.

“See her? The one with the hair buns and the dimples? She knows how to have a good time. She loves to have fun, have no strings attached sex with men who aren’t assholes, and if she feels nice, she'll probably even press her fingers on your taint and make you come so hard you'll see stars.”

Dan cleared his throat. “Speaking from experience, I assume?” he asked, voice rough like gravel.

God, this was torture.

“Yes, but I also know her. She's a Friday regular and won't give you the stink eye when you don't call her the next day. She'sfinishing med school and the thought of a boyfriend gives her hives.”

Dan’s jaw shifted, the movement catching my eyes like a red laser dot might.

“Someone else.”

“Not into doctors?” I asked.

“Just– someone else.” His eyes moved around the space. “What about her? Is she also regular?”

He was looking at a tall woman with long blonde hair, her eyes sharp, a wicked smile stretching her lips as she looked in our direction already.

I knew her too.

My hand tightened on my own drink, which sat untouched on the bar. I should be getting wasted with what was to come, but for some reason, I’d wanted my attention to be sharp for the first part.

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