Your t-shirt

"Sit up, and put your arms up," Adrian instructs as he turns towards you. It only takes you a couple seconds to realise that this means it's your t-shirt that's on the chopping block next.

You feel your face flush hot, as you do as he tells you. He leans in close, and you can see his goofy grin straining to break the limits of his face.

He pinches the bottom of your t-shirt, and lets his fingers stroke softly against your sides & belly as he slowly pulls it up. His touch feels surprisingly good, and you shiver.

He stops for a moment when he reaches your breasts, and tucks the entirety of both hands underneath your t-shirt, pushing it up from underneath as his palms rub up the sides of your ribcage. His thumbs extend out more than necessary and brush along your breasts, and you can't help but let out a little gasp when one of his nails catches you on the nipple.

He quickly pulls it the last distance over your head & arms, and then manages to quickly slip his arm between your back and the sofa before you rest back against it.

"Cute, but how're you gonna play like this?" you ask, taking another sip of drink to try and distract yourself from how nice the skin-on-skin contact of his arm on your back, side & belly feels.