I sit at the table drinking a Guinness, listening to you sing a rendition of a Faith Hill song. I take you in, watching you own the song, making it yours. In lock eyes with you and you send me a coy smile. You finish the song and head back to the table. I ordered a bud and two shots.
We've been going back and forth all night each trying to outdo the other with who could turn the other on with a song.
"So. You ready to concede yet?" you say to me as you slide in next to me.
"Not in this life." I say as I hand you a drink.
You raise your shot and we drink.
"Are you sure?" You say seductively as you slide your hand up my thigh and grab the hardness of my cock through my pants. Giving it a nice squeeze before letting go and turning your attention to the stage with a smirk on your face.
Grunting and getting my thoughts back in order. I lean over and say close into your ear, "I have an ace up my sleeve. And if I don't have you ready to cum by the end of it, I will give myself over to your will for the rest of the night."
"You're on. Get ready to serve." you say with a slight hitch to your voice as I give your inner thigh a squeeze before getting up and heading to the stage.
I get up on the stage after selecting my song and I wait for the music to start. I look at you and smirk as the slow slide guitar music starts to play. You mouth to me "You Bastard!" as I begin to serenade you.
"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you"
"No, I don't want to fall in love
No, I don't want to fall in love
With you
With you"
I put all I have into the song. I invoke the spirit of Chris Isaak himself. I look at you the whole time. I never break eye contact. You can feel my voice run all over your body making it tingle. You shift in your seat because you're afraid if you sit too long you will soak the seat more than you already have. You stare back an intensity at me showing me just how much this is affecting you. You want me to finish but you also want me to continue torturing you with my song. I see this and it only spurs me on more as I finish the second verse.
What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
And I don't want to fall in love
No, I don't want to fall in love
With you
I continue to explore your body with the sound of my voice as I finish singing. Looking at you getting more and more aroused with each line. I hold that last line for as long as I can and the music fades. I ignore the sound of applause as I head back to the table and stand across from you still looking you in the eye with a smile on my face waiting for you to say the words.