Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
My chest heaved as the oxygen in the room thinned. He moved his hand again, and I realized he’d snuck his fingers inside his jock to touch himself. He was still perched in my lap, his ass brushing against my cock with every move he made to the sultry music.
“Keep going,” I said gruffly.
Clearly, he was enjoying himself, right? So why not let him fantasize since we were stuck in here together anyway.
He leaned forward and rested his forehead on one of my shoulders, bracing a hand on the sofa by my hip. With his other hand, he continued to tease and stroke himself under the jock. We both stared at what he was doing, and I caught glimpses of his cock where the jock was pulled away from him.
Then he started making… noises.
Tiny little breathy whimpers.
A sucked-in breath.
A muffled gasp.
The head of his cock poked out of the top of the jock, and for some reason, he nearly stumbled off my lap. I quickly reached out and grabbed him around the waist to keep him from falling.
“Oh god,” he breathed, reaching for his cock again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I couldn’t believe this guy was jacking off right here during a VIP dance. On top of me. In my lap. It made my stomach flip.
Turn. I meant, it made my stomach turn.
“You always perform sex acts when you bring people in here?” I demanded.
He didn’t pick his head up from my shoulder and glare at me like I would have expected. Instead, he tilted his head a little and spoke with his soft lips against my neck. The sensation made my skin itch.
“Never. Fuck. Get mad at me again.” He added the last part with a breathy chuckle. “It’s doing it for me.”
“You’re crossing so many lines right now,” I warned.
“Don’t you want to make me come, Daddy?”
There was still a hint of amusement in his voice, and it made me want to laugh. “Don’t call me that,” I said with my sternest voice. “I’m not your fucking daddy.”
“Will you be angry if I come? Punish me? Put me over your lap and take it out on my ass?”
My hands tightened, and that’s when I realized I was still holding his waist. In fact, one of my hands was somehow fisted in the strap of his jock.
I quickly let go and moved my hands back to my thighs, but they landed on his bare legs instead.
His eyes widened as I looked at him quickly in apology and pulled my hands back like they’d been burned.
The sound of his laughter filled the small room. “The skin cops aren’t coming, big guy,” he assured me. “I promise.”
Then he eyed me carefully. “And you can’t catch gay from me either, FYI.”
“That’s not what… I didn’t…” I cleared my throat. “There are rules.”
“I liked your hands on me,” he confessed. And for some reason, he sounded more real in that moment than he had this whole time. “Even if you didn’t.”
The seduction scene seemed to be over. I glanced down at the cotton jock and noticed it was no longer as full as before. His cock had deflated, understandably.
When I’d recoiled from him, I’d come off as disgusted by him. In reality, I’d been disgusted by myself. I never wanted to take advantage of anyone, especially someone doing their job.
Hell, that was why I was here in the first place.
“I should probably go,” I said, shifting a little to remind him he was still on my lap. “Thank you for the… ah… dance… I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Jett,” he said, before his eyes widened in surprise. “Thro. Jethro. My name is Jethro. Jethro Davis.”
He moved off me and shimmied his hips a little while adjusting himself. “Fucking blue balls,” he muttered before turning to look for his shorts. As he bent over to pick them up, his ass cheeks opened, revealing a clean, pink hole. In that flash of a moment, it squeezed tight, the skin wrinkling and releasing in a way that went straight to my dick.
I stared at it, suddenly imagining myself doing everything he’d described. Grabbing his hips and driving my cock deep inside him. Telling him to be quiet and take it while he let out more of those breathy whimpers and grunts.
Blood rushed south and filled my cock so fast my head wobbled like a helium balloon losing its string.
When Jett—because there was no way his name was actually Jethro—stood back up and turned to face me, my face flooded with heat. Though where that blood came from since it was all in my dick, I had no idea.
I stared at him.
He caught my expression and tilted his head to the side. “You okay?”
I gritted my teeth and shook my head, opened my wallet, took out a thousand dollars, and dropped it on the sofa behind me.