“I like bruises.” He quipped honestly. He liked the roar in his ears that happened when he was so focused on another person. Their pleasure. Their moans, subtle hitches of breath when they were feeling pleasure. “I’m kind of dark, so you’d have to try pretty hard to make a mark on me though, Tara.” He flicked her nose teasingly, still close. He could lean down and kiss her if he wanted too, but no. He was still playing the game.
His long fingers wrapped around the glass and he reached up to tap his glass against hers. “To hard work when my face is between your thighs.” With a devilish grin, he through back the shot, feeling the fire slide from his throat to his stomach. Setting the glass on the counter, he pressed his forehead against hers, looking down at her through his lashes.
“It’s too bad you can’t leave until the fights are through…” He hummed softly, hands sliding from her waist to lightly tap her on the ass. “We should go watch the fight from over there, though.” Waiting for her to turn her head, he nodded towards a dark area, one in which they could melt into, and not be seen. He had a mean Notice-Me-Not in his arsenal. “Unless you’re scared to go play in the dark.”
His adrenaline pumping, he waved for another set of shots and took his, setting his glass next to her full one. “Come play, Tara…” He said, towering over her, before walking casually over to the darkened alcove, whistling under his breath.
