EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Roman

Watching all of the eyes on Daphne, made me feel like I fucking caveman. Because all I could think about, was hauling her over my shoulder, and taking her back to the apartment so nobody could look at her. 

"You wanna drink?" I ask her over the music. 

"Sure!" she yells back and turns, and holds onto my arm as I pull us through the bodies of people. 

When we get to the bar she slips right up to it in between two guys. They both look her up and down as she leans over the counter looking from one end to the other for the bartenders who are already busy. So she turns and looks back at me, but I'm still watching the guys oogling her. 

"Nice dress" I see the one guys mouth move. 

Daphne flashes a polite smile and thanks him. 

I gently ease her out from between the men and throw a hand up to Stacy the bartender with a whistle. At first she looks up with a glare, she hates when customers whistle for her attention. Her glare goes to a smirk and rolls her eyes holding up a finger telling me to wait. 

"You two together?" the guy that complimented Daphne's dress asks. 

"Yes." I answer before Daphne can. 

I see her roll her eyes. 

"We came together...but we're not ...together." she corrects and I feel a slight tinge of jealousy, and over protectiveness.

"I see, wanna dance then babe?" the guys asks her. 

"Only if you dont call me babe again." She says to my surprise. I turn to her and she smiles with a slight shrug. 

"Deal" the guy says and brings his beer with him to the dance floor, as Daphne looks back at me giggling as she follows, raising her eyebrows and shrugging. As if to say "he's not bad...right?" 

Okay, so Rob was wrong. Daphne was far from a cock blocker. But I was seconds away from being a...pussy blocker?

I grumbled to myself as Daphne moved with. The guy had no moves really, other than watching Daphne. 

And he wasn't the only one. And I wasn't either. I noticed guys and girls alike, watching the hot , leggy girl, with the dusty rose colored hair, shake her ass and move her hot body around as her dress moved slightly. 

I loved that fucking dress on her. She looked so fucking good, she wasn't innocent little Daph anymore. She wasn't the little 5 year old girl who once socked another boy on the playground in the face for throwing sand at me. 

Daphne was a woman now, and fuck, she was the hottest one I'd ever seen. 

The way that dress draped down between her hits, the fabric just hanging off her tits, I wondered how it even stayed in place. The short dress, with slits on each side, all the way up to her hip, exposing the side of her thighs and hips. It killed me to know she probably wasnt wearing any panties. 

The guy dancing with her moved around her, and stood close behind her, his one hand coming around her, placing it on her stomach as she danced up on him. She was giggling as she danced, and I was watching her tits bounce as she moved, the way the fabric seems to want to slip off her tits and expose her breasts to the entire night club. She must've used that fancy double sided tape stuff, cause nobody was have any such luck getting a view of Daph's tits. 

I was thankful though, because I didnt want anyone to know what they looked like. Nobody except me. 

"What can I get ya handsome?" I hear Stacy the bartender shout and then I turn. 

I hold up two fingers. "Two bud lights, a shot of  Jack." I say, then turning back to watch Daphne. It takes me second to find her, because now the guys back is to me and Daphne is in front of him, facing him now, her hands behind his neck and I notice she's biting her lip when they turn slightly and I notice his leg between hers, and Daphne pressed against against his thigh. 

Son of a bitch. Is she getting off? 

The guy grabs her ass he clearly tries to rub his thigh against her pussy on the dance floor. 

"Two beers and a shot." Stacy yells. I turn quickly, down the shot. 

"Put it on my tab" I say . And normally I'd stay and flirt with Stacy, but little Brooks is out on the dance floor getting fucking dirty, and I can't help the cave man that comes out. 

I grab both beers, and then walk over, pushing through the crowd, and then sliding an arm between both of their chest. 

Daphne's eyes widen, and then she looks at me in confusion. 

"Hey man!" The guy yells. 

"Thanks for keeping her busy. I got it from here pal" I yell over my shoulder and hand Daphne a beer as she cocks a brow. 

"She said she wasnt with you" the guy reminds me. 

"Well she is now, so fuck off." I say, and Daphne places a hand on my forearm, and I turn just as I see the guy about ready to go off. 

"Sorry, I....we have to go!" Daphne yells over the music to the guy, who just looks at her like she just kicked him in the dick. She essentially did. She kicked every man in here in the dick when she walked in wearing that dress. 

I grab her free hand and she lets me pull her through the club and to their outdoor area.  It has a bunch of small tables with chairs, and high tables with stools. 

"What the hell was that?" she laughs. She's not mad, because Daphne, never get's mad. It's one of the things I love about her, nothing fucking gets to her. Okay, maybe not nothing. But some girls, If i pulled that macho man bullshit, would tell me I was a prick, or yell at me, just to argue. 

"Trying to keep you from getting knocked up on a dance floor." I tell her, shooting her a slight glare. 

She laughs. 

"I don't know who gave you the birds and bees talk Roman, but that's not how babies are made." she teases. 

I roll my eyes and look at her. Then she just grins. 

"That guy just gave off creepy vibes..." I say. 

"Hmmm....you looking out for me Rome?" she asks cocking her head with a little smile. I hate when anyone else gives me nicknames or tries to abbreviate my name, but I loved hearing Daphne call me Rome instead of Roman for some reason. 

"Of course...when havent I?" I say. 

She just smiles and then takes a sip of her beer. 

Daphne

The guy I was dancing with , was fuck hot, and from what I could tell when he was grinding against my ass, had a huge fucking dick too. One big enough to maybe make me forget about the hot forbidden one standing right in front of me. But said forbidden one, Roman, had pulled me away when he observed me getting maybe a bit too carried away with the stranger on the dance floor. Whatever, sue me. I liked to have fun, and grinding on a strangers thigh in a night club, and possibly getting off? Cmon that was hot! But...alas, it was ruined by Roman. 

"Well since you pulled me from my dance partner, now YOU have to dance with me."  I say. 

Roman shakes his head with a chuckle. "I dont dance. Im not a good dancer" 

"Neither was that guy in there." she says with a smile. 

He cocks his brow. 

"If you think I'm going to let you grind on my leg in the middle of a dance club." he says and I laugh.

"You'd enjoy that far too much Rome" I wink, and watch his eyes pop slightly in surprise. I give a little wink and then laugh. 

"Buy me a shot then" I say, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the small outdoor bar in the corner. 

He orders two shots of Jack for himself, then buys me three shots of "Red Headed Slut" .

"You missed the first shot while you were trying to get impregnated, so you have to catch up now" he says, and I laugh. 

I nod, and take my first shot. 

Then we each grab the next, clinking the little shot glasses before downing them. 

"Switch!" I yell and slide my last shot to him, and then grab his. 

"Hey!" he says, I laugh and nod to the red headed slut shot sitting on the bar. 

"Cmon , don't be a pussy" I taunt him and he looks at me as the male bartender laughs. 

"you gonna take that Hudson?" the guy behind the bar taunts him too. 

"I dont like this shit." he says lifting the glass.

"Pussy" I say sticking my head forward, taunting him again. 

He narrows his eyes. 

"So mean." he says. 

I laugh and lift the shot of jack in my hand to his shot glass, click them and throw back the shot of jack, as he downs mine. 

"Immediate regret!" I yell as I cough and make a face like I just drank poison. Because that's what it tastes like. 

"Serves you right!" he says slamming the shot glass down. 

I stick out my tongue, and he laughs, and I forgot how how Roman Hudson is when he laughs. His teeth are perfectly white, and only a few of them slightly crooked, but it's my favorite smile in the entire world. With the alcohol making my skin warm and buzz, I'm so tempted to grab him and kiss him.  I lick my lips and he seems to notice, because he slowly stops laughing and then just looks back at me. 

My heart beats faster and faster, the longer we say nothing, the longer we just look at each other. 

I'm the first to cast my eyes away. 

"We should um-"

"dance" he finishes.

I look back at him, and smile slightly. 

"Ok." I answer.

Roman

I take Daphne back inside with our beers, and we end up on the outside of the dancefloor near the edge, and she's just moving her hips in front me a few feet between us as she moves closer, then away, then back closer. 

A group of girls rush behind her onto the dance floor, knocking her forward and into me. 

He body is pressed right into mine, her breasts against me, and fuck, she feels nice against me, even if its by accident. 

Her eyes flick up to mine. 

"Sorry" she says and I just smile slightly, and lift my free hand, the one not holding my beer , and place it lightly on her waist. 

"It's fine" I say. 

I watch her eyes move back and forth over my face, and watch her lashes lower slightly as they go to my lips.

"I....I'm not feeling well." she says. 

My brows pinch , and then I lift a hand to her face. 

"You okay, what's wrong? Do you need water, maybe you shouldnt drink beer, do you need to sit down? " I rattle of a thousand questions, but she just shakes her head. 

"I think..I think it's just too loud. Too crowded. I think I'm going to head home." she says. 

"Okay, I'll go with you." I say, and grab her beer. 

"No" she shakes her head. "You should stay here....have fun...I can catch an uber...you should find a hot girl to bring home" she gives a little nudge and then steps away, and walks through the crowd.