Page 34 of Sins of the Flesh

"Hey there, birthday boy," he purrs, his body moving in perfect rhythm with mine."I'm Felix."

The music throbs through me, making everything seem dream-like.I've never danced with a man before, never even allowed myself to imagine it, but now my hands find their way to Felix's waist instinctively.

"Cole," I manage to say, my voice barely audible over the bass.

Felix's hands slide down my bare chest, leaving trails of fire on my skin.

"First time here, right?I can always tell."His smile is knowing and suggestive, but in my alcohol-hazed mind, it's the most exciting thing I've ever seen.

Right now I feel like I could fly.Standing a little less so but I don't care I’m here to par..tay.

Felix pushes up on his toes, his hot breath brushing my skin as he whispers."Want a real birthday gift, Daddy?"Without thinking too much, I nod and he takes my hand pulling me through the throng of people.We enter a small hallway and I see the placard indicating that it's the mens bathroom.

Suddenly, Mason appears wrapping his arm around my shoulder and turning me around."Not happening," he says.Felix tugs my arm

“Fuck off, I found him first!”Mason leans around leveling the small man with a glare.

“Look, this is his first time being drunk…do you really want to be THAT guy?”Felix shakes his head with a pout

“Good bye beautiful boy,” he waves as Mason pulls me away.

I stumble and sway awkwardly giggling as Mason guides me."He said he had a birfday present for me," I hiccup.

“Trust me, you don't want it.I think it's time to call it a night, big guy,” Mason chuckles.

"Aww c'mon, whyyy?"I whine, stumbling as we make our way towards the truck.“Because you're drunk enough, and I don't want puke in my truck,” Mason says, laughing.Propping me against the truck, he pulls out his keys to unlock the passenger door.

“Hey Masoonn, loookkk, my nippless are sooo hard,” I say drunkenly while rubbing them in small circles.“It feels soo good when I doo thiss,” I continue to circle my nipples with my fingers.

“TMI buddy, TMI,” Mason laughs as he helps me into the truck, and pulls the seat belt around me buckling it.

“This was shoo much funn,” I slur "We should come back tomorrow," I suggest, my head lolling against the headrest."Or tonight again.Let's go back in!"

Mason laughs, starting the engine."I think one night of debauchery is enough for your first time, birthday boy."

MY PHONE BLARES LOUDLY, and I let out a miserable moan.My head is throbbing like a jackhammer is trying to crack it open.I struggle to open one eye, my vision blurred by the pounding pain; goddamn it, this is brutal.I grab my phone from the nightstand and glare at Mason’s text:

Mason:

How’s the first hangover?

Me:

*middle finger emoji* I hate you

Mason:

Eat something greasy and take

some Advil.It will pass.

Me:

Why didn't you warn me?

Mason:

Would it have changed anything?