Dumb But Cute

“You wanna have a drink with me?”

I glanced over at him and nearly started laughing. He was cute; tall with spiky blonde hair, and that really built body I was typically attracted to in a guy. Dressed nicely too, and while I couldn’t tell the brand, I could defintely tell they were designer clothes.

His level of confidence was startling and a little irritating. It was the jock vibe as he leaned close to where I was at the bar, high ball glass in hand and smile in place.

I was ready to blow him off. Between the shitty music in the club, the weak booze in my drink, and sweaty people grinding against each other on the dance floor, I’d lost interest in… whatever I’d thought about doing when I walked in here.

Downing my drank, I stood and straightened my skirt. Nah, not tonight.

“Wait!” the light touch of his hand on my arm stopped me. He let go when I glanced down at his hand. “I mean, don’t go yet.”

He sounded desperate. More than someone with his looks should sound. I meet his eyes and was surprised at the earnestness and honesty.

A big golden retriever. That’s what I thought of when I looked into his eyes. Something about that energy had me turning back toward him.

“One drink.” I sighed as gave him my attention.

His sunny smile light up his face and it had the desired effect on me. How adorable.

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“Are you okay with me coming in?”

Those drinks may have been weak but enough of them were coursing through my veins to make this sweet himbo sexier and sexier.

Especially when he kept his mouth closed.

“Stupid puppy,” I mumbled as I pushed the door open, pulling him in behind me. “If I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have invite you over.”

I shut the door and dropped my keys on the living room table. He hovered by the door, looking awkward as I stripped out of my clothes.

“Well, should I go?” he was watching me intently, shifting from foot to foot.

Turning, shirt half undone and standing in my panties, I stared at him in disbelief. Sure the alcohol was making my mind move a bit slower, but I thought it was pretty obvious what was about to happen.

“What do you think I was inviting you in for?” I was incredulous. Maybe he was stupider than I first thought.

He looked around, a blush dusting his cheeks. Where was his confidence from earlier?

“I didn’t want to assume anything.”

“Assume, you dummy.”

Scoffing, I finished removing my clothes and then crossed the distance that separated us. When I was close enough, I grabbed his hand and placed it between my thighs.

“Just so no one is confused, this is my cunt and you’re here to fuck it. So let’s get to work.”

The way his hand cupped me drew a little moan from me. God, its been a while since I’d been touched.

His uncertainty shifted as if my moan was the signal he needed. “Yeah, okay. I can do that.”