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I stood up before I pulled out a card. “Hold on, I’m not skipping any round.” I pulled down my shorts and pushed them to the side.
Jonah’s eyes opened wide. “You’re actually… okay, yup.”
“Did you think we were going to stop at our shirts?” I sat back down, smirking. I should have felt exposed, bare. I was sitting in only a pair of gray briefs that were having a difficult time containing everything I was carrying, and I was across from a man who I’d just met and also just hired. I should have felt ridiculous. I shouldn’t have been doing this.
But all I felt was a blinding excitement. It was a thrill that had a vise grip around my gut. I felt the excitement traveling through my nerves, building up inside me, a pressure I’d never really felt before.
We drank, and then I drew a card. It was a two which meant I got to choose. I pointed at Jonah, who nodded as if he knew it was going to happen. He drank and then got up on his feet. He dropped his pants, grabbed them, and folded them to put on the nearby chair. I snuck as many glances as I could, admiring the way his bright blue underwear hugged the round globes of his ass, and how the head of his cock was visible through the thin blue fabric.
So he’s circumcised…
Another wave of “I shouldn’t be doing this” hit me then. This one was stronger. I took a breath, the liquor inside me making my brain resemble a slug’s. Jonah sat down, a devilish smirk playing on his face. In that moment, I didn’t see someone who I’d just met or someone who I’d just hired.
I saw someone who I’d known a dozen of prior lives before. Someone I’d traveled worlds with, and bent time and space with. Someone who had already reached inside me and captured what needed to be captured, all before we had ever even met.
There was nothing wrong about this. Not right now, not to me.
“Go,” he said, still smirking, hands on his knees.
I pulled out a card. “Aw fuck,” I said and broke the circle.
“Oooohh,” Jonah added dramatically. He reached into the center where the double shot of rum was waiting. He gave it a swirl, sniffed it, gagged, and then handed it to me with an even bigger smile on his face. “Enjoy,” he said.
“Thank you so much.” The sarcasm was strong. “So, so much.”
I grabbed the glass, and without thinking about it too much, I put the glass to my lips and tilted my head back, the rum sliding down my throat. I managed to down the entire double shot, putting the glass down and shaking my entire body as the flavor and effect hit me. I wiped my mouth, and Jonah laughed.
“Don’t laugh for too long,” I said, showing him the card I had drawn. “It’s an eight.”
“Choose a mate.” Jonah’s cheeks lifted, dimples appearing. “Gee, I wonder who you’re going to choose.” He looked around the room, a hand over his brow as though he were searching a crowd.
“Cheers,” I said, clearly choosing Jonah as my drinking mate. Our cups clinked and we drank.
“That also means…” Jonah looked down at his blue briefs.
“These come off,” I said, already starting to stand up. I hitched my fingers under the waistband of my briefs and tugged, pulling them down. My cock and balls flopped out, which I tried covering with a hand to try and be modest, but one hand wasn’t going to do much.
“Right… yep. My turn.”
“You don’t hav—”
Jonah’s underwear was off and set to the side. He stood there, not using any hands to hide himself. It felt almost like… like he wanted me to look at him? To admire him.
Fuck, I wanted to worship him.
Jonah’s body was everything. He had a well-groomed crown of dark hair over a thick dick, soft and sitting on top of a pair of nice, full balls. I couldn’t stop myself from envisioning my head between those thick thighs of his, those balls in my mouth, my tongue spelling out his name.
Calm the fuck down. He’s straight.
Straight, straight, fucking straight.
I managed to peel my eyes off his naked form, which… well, he was standing there for a while.
Did he really want me looking at him?
When my eyes were off him, and my hand held down my own swelling cock, he sat down.
“There, now we’re on an even playing field,” Jonah said. I looked his way. He was sitting cross-legged again, the head of his big dick almost touching the floor.
“Perfect,” I replied, trying to think of naked grandmothers and overflowing cat litter. Whatever the hell I could come up with that would battle the oncoming boner.
“All right, so I think it’s my turn.” Jonah was smiling. He reached for a card, and showed it. “Seven.”
