Chapter 41🌜 Tight
William's POV
All the girls take their shots with no hesitation. Leaving the guys gawking like owls. Zane tilts his head to me as he picks his glass up and brings it close to his lips.
He doesn't rush it, he drinks it sip by sip. Swallowing every drop of whiskey in it, while he pins me down with his hooded olives. Making me feel—
...Uncomfortable.
After he is done, he swipes his tongue on his bottom lip and licks it clean.
Suddenly the distance between us has doubled but then reduced to nothing, or it feels like it. As if instead of sitting beside me, he's sitting against me. The obscene lapping of his glistening studded tongue makes it impossible for me to not get hooked.
In the subtle glow of the full moon, it has a piercing and captivating effect on me.
Paralyzed.
But somehow I do, as I chug my drink down as if my whole body has caught fire. I look at him with the side of my eyes, but his eyes haven't gone anywhere else either. He plays with that stud between his teeth, as he wiggles his tongue and that piercing twists between his pearly white teeth.
Everything about this tiny action is so nonchalant, almost like it's unintentional.
A sheath of awkwardness extinguishes every flicker of conversation around us. It's like that question has spoiled something unspoken. Exposed the shallowness of this glass.
Me and Zane took drinks for obvious reasons.
Keep the pretence going.
But if Vance's words are to be taken seriously, Zane could have other reasons too.
A drunken hiccup finally breaks the ice as Enzo stands up, before almost falling back. "Yo guys stop with this awkwardness. It's about kissing guys not the butt of a cigarette."
"Bold of you to use analogy of fags here."
"Eat shit, Malvolio." Enzo points his middle finger up—along with his ring finger. "We should now start with." Hiccup. "Whatever Vermicelliniiii said."
Veronica rolls her eyes for the ninety-ninth time this evening before standing up like a mad professor on random Wednesday. "Seeing our setting, we are gonna use a different version. Honestly, the better version."
Tough competition to Raquelle, only if she was this dumb.
"We will pass this stick around our circle." She holds up that stick—the most polished looking stick ever.
"This was imported especially from Sherwood Forest by the way. Every piece of that oak—"
"Borrrinhhh" Enzo burps.
She grinds her teeth before she says, "Anyway, we are gonna pass this stick person to person clockwise.
Turn by turn a person would stand up and face in the other direction—lets say that camp area behind us.
That person would say 'STOP' randomly and whoever has the stick will have to do whatever the person who passed them the stick says—that is the one sitting beside them.
It could be either a truth they wanna ask for, or a dare to perform.
" She tosses her ponytail back, "Simple. "
It can actually be a fun game, and I'm not blind to the fact. The point is, Veronica herself planned it.
Dal main kuch to kala hai.
"Ughhh, Zee! I know you missed me!" She stomps toward him as she plants her BBL right beside him. Almost sitting on his lap. "But don't worry now I'm here. You won't feel bored now."
The last sentence is said more to me than Zane himself, but damn if he will ever see this. Or maybe he does, and just doesn't care.
I pick that bottle of rum in front of me and drink almost half of it. Flushing every resurfacing discomfort back into the system.
"Hiiii Bestie!" Enzo clears the twigs in his path as he makes his way. "Imma sit beside my home gurlll today." He flops back on the huge log we are sitting on.
"Bestie?" Veronica herself is as confused as we all are. "Huh?"
"You arreee!" His burp is an explosion covered with his hand, before he pulls her close to him, unhooking that parasite from Zane. "I'm so mean to you, ain't I? Well that stops now. We'll play together, everyone!"
"Nobody cares." Matteo groans. "Anyway, who's first?"
Veronica, flabbergasted, finally addresses him. "Let's start from Anna."
Not shocking. Veronica's shadow stands up as she faces the tents, "Start." The game begins, and the stick is passed around in our group wordlessly. The Weekend's Blinding Lights playing in the background.
And it stops right on Zack, making him get a dare from Lisa to make out with her. Zack doesn't even think twice before he locks his mouth with her and they both French kiss for a whole minute.
Anna doesn't like it much though. I mean who would if your boyfriend makes out with your best friend, and she herself asked for it? Neither Zack nor Lisa give two shits about Anna when she screams, "What the fuck are you two doing? Stop!" Her voice breaks.
Zack has enough decency to pull his tongue back as he faces her, "Sorry, Anna. We are done."
"We are d-done? What do you mean?" Her eyeshadow smudges.
He kisses Lisa's hand, "Don't make a scene here now, we all know how you don't know how to manage emotions. I deserve better."
Anna's whole face flushes red with embarrassment as she runs back and none of her "friends" follow her.
Again everyone falls silent, before Malvolio stands up. "Well, it's my turn."
After two more rounds, it's finally Matteo's turn as he starts counting. The stick passes from Ryan to Vance to this girl and she passes it to Enzo, as it stops on Veronica in the end.
"Yayyy! I get to give my bestie a dare!" Enzo rubs his hand like a mischievous magician. "Hmm, I know what I'm gonna give you, you ready?"
"Whatever it is, just get it over with." She crosses her leg on another.
"Sure. So I have hidden a flashlight in the woods while we were pitching our tents. You just have to go, and bring me that flashlight. Alone."
"No you haven't! You are lying! Oh it's cheating!" She throws on her tantrums.
"I am not. And if you are afraid of the woods and being alone, just say so." He passes her a provocative smirk. "I mean it was your game. Are you backtracking?"
"You wish." She rises from the log as she leaves.
"Hint: It's stored beneath the Mahagonny tree! Goodbye!" Enzo calls out behind her. "Anywayyy, she will take some time, let's continue."
"Stop." Enzo says as that girl passes Zane the stick. And a smug expression takes over that girl's face.
Her eyes go down Zane as she says, "Your dare is to perform a sensual lap dance." Without any stutter. As if she's not just asking the one of the most feared men here, to perform something for her.
My guy twists with some sort of unwelcomed unease before she continues, "To William."
No she didn't.
But she did. She asked a mafia heir to dance on another man's lap, right in front of these men. I don't know whether I want to appreciate her courage or the fact that she didn't ask it for herself.
Because let's be real. Zane is definitely objectively attractive, and any girl who's into men won't say anything else.
And still she did.
Zane just blinked once and then twice. All that earlier confidence gone and just uncertainty visible in his expressions. "What happened, Fratello? Scared or what?" Matteo playfully pokes him.
"No he isn't! Belladonna's aren't scaredy cats. Go fra! And make it a good one!" Enzo encourages his brother.
Zane just turns his head to me with a face full of hesitance. Like an obedient puppy looking at its owner for permission. "Oh damn... what's up with this hesitancy, Zanuccio? It's your husband, not your neighbour's." He laughs at his own joke.
I just give him a shrug. To keep the pretense, we need to act like actual partners. And that's the only reason.
Plus how bad a lap dance can even be? In fact, I think It will be funny for a man bigger than me to sit on my lap. Will definitely crush Mr. SAB's bigass ego.
Zane's eyes widen at my lack of disapproval, but he masks his expressions. "Okay." His voice is hushed. Almost inaudible.
"Kay. So give him a lap dance until the song that I will play ends." She pushes her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. Honestly, her sweet and nerdy appearance is the exact opposite of this girl's personality.
"You can sit on that chair there, William." She points at the chair near the table and I nod.
I sit down and now the nervousness starts creeping in. Zane slowly comes forward as he unzips his rugged shell, slowly exposing the black of his thermal layer beneath. He drops the coat on the table, eyes still on me.
This is completely sticking to every contour of his body, from the bulge of his biceps to the sculpted pecs, every feature, comes closer as he steps between my parted legs. "May I?"
I nod and he sits down on my lap. The intro verse of I'm a Slave 4 U starts playing in the background as the heat and weight of his body engulfs me. I can tell he is not putting on his whole weight on me, because damn, this man can crush me with his thighs only.
Zane leans forward as the depth of his voice tickles my earlobe. "Say the word, and everything will stop." He takes my hand and plants them on his waist.
'All you people look at me like I'm a little girl' Britney fades and my breath catches. I want to scream at him to get the fuck off me. I should. But I don't.
I can't.
Because in the very next moment, Zane gives his pelvis a little tilt. The crowd howls in the background, but it's like we are deaf to the world. It's a subtle movement, but it doesn't pass away with no effect.
The flat of his crotch rubbing to mine, just briefly, before he lifts himself up a little. Removing the little contact, just to sit back and continue the cycle of friction as he wraps his hands around my neck.
A soft gasp leaves my mouth and thankfully gets swallowed by the bass of the ongoing song. He moves like a brush on a canvas. Free and purposeful. Targeting the most of my lap as he dominates the moment from top. Every time he rises up, a part of me waits for him to fall back down.
This time he doesn't sit back, instead he stands back up and I almost make a face before he turns around and sits back. Now his back is touching my chest. His strong shoulder blades and broad back crowding my view of the bonfire.
He arches his spine a little as the solid curve of his lower back sinks on my lap. Although he is bigger, somehow it's not feeling that... off. He begins to grind a little bit-a slow backward, rolling movement that gives my body a complete 180.
My hands fly up instinctually, and land right on his sides, just to anchor him. I hold him tight as my fingers dig into his shirt. He arches his neck back and it falls down on my shoulder, giving me a whiff of his ember.
His eyes fall shut and here mine have forgotten how to blink since this started. The bulb of his neck bobs up and down as he continues grinding up and then going down. His abs clenching and then unclenching under my palms.
Then he stands up with full confidence and I don't want to comment on how my pelvis almost lifts a little bit as it follows him up. Not ready to lose contact yet.
'Oh baby... don't you wanna...' The wind on my front is like ice to a hot pan, and the gasp of my lips is the sizzle. Before my anxiety can kick in, he turns around and stands right behind me.
He leans down and now his front is to my back. His hands slide slowly, deliberately on my shoulder. Long fingers drawing random patterns there as he massages them. They trace my collarbone, as they go down.
His large palms continuing down my torso. From my chest to my abs, they explore every territory. Greedy but not disturbing. Something I can't describe right now.
Right at that moment his ragged breath shudders the crook of my neck. There's a deep rumble in his chest that I can hear from this close distance. I can feel the way his heart is beating against my chest. His lips almost brush the sensitive spot.
But then as if someone has snapped the daydream. The music ends. I don't notice it, but Zane does, as he removes his weight from me.
Everything goes back to how it was.
Except for my pants, which are unbelievably tight.
A/N??
Well tight it is...
Did y'all expect it?
Anyway, the heat is definitely elevating. Did y'all like the heat?
And damn how innocent Enzo sent Veronica away ??
This girl asked for the lap dance, is definitely here for the Yaoi. She's is one of us! ????
The way Enzo keeps coming forward to put Veronica in her place. Honestly, a silent bestie to Will. ??
Alsooo, Anna gurl got cheated and humiliated:(
Zane pulled out a Britney...
Who wouldn't want a big hot man to give them a lap dance???
Thoughts? ??
Comments? ??
Votes? ??