Page 23 of Damaged Prince
“Trust me,” I growl low as need flows through me. “I more than approve. You have a perfect ass.”
“Thanks.” He shoots me a wink over his shoulder as he continues to pull his bottoms off.
When he’s fully naked, he stands up straight, and I nearly cum in my damn pants as he spins around, showing off his perfect body.
His cock is hard, standing proudly against his lower belly.
My mouth waters at the sight. I want to wrap my lips around that perfect cock and drink him down until there's nothing left.
Does dancing for strangers he can’t see turn him on? Or is he thinking of something else in order to get himself hard? I’ve heard some male strippers take Viagra, despite their age, because otherwise they can’t stay hard.
It’s all for show, to make their clients feel wanted.
Eli doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would take drugs to get him where he needs to be.
With every twist and turn he does on the pole, my breathing grows heavier.
By the time the first song ends, I’m just barely holding on by a thread.
“I’ll be right back for your next show.” He winks before the room goes black.
Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh. “Fucking hell, I think I might die,” I groan, letting my head fall back.
My cock is so darn hard it fucking hurts. I need to take some of the pressure off. Maybe I can jerk myself off quick enough before Eli comes back on stage. That wouldn’t be weird, right?
“Fuck it,” I grumble, making quick work of pulling my cock out.
I groan at the relief as my hand wraps around my shaft, working myself over in long, firm strokes.
Biting my lip, I quicken my pace as I let what I just watched replay in my mind.
I’m lost in bliss when the music starts up again. Fuck. I’m so close. I don’t want to stop. I don’t think I can even if I wanted to.
Lifting my heavy head back up, I open my eyes to see Eli again. He’s dressed in his fucking baseball uniform.
“Jesus,” I breathe out, practically strangling my cock as I try not to cum.
“You like?” he chuckles.
“I fucking love,” I groan, my hand moving again as I stroke myself in slow lazy movements, wanting to drag this out a little bit longer.
“I had to improvise. I normally don’t get more than one song request from a customer.”
“I like the costume choice,” I grunt, my pace picking up as he begins dancing to the beat. Slowly, he undoes the buttons of his jersey, revealing his abs. His pants hang low on his waist, showing off his delicious V, and all I can think about right now is filling the dips with my cum and watching as it trails down to the base of his cock.
I bite my lip, my body vibrating with need. My balls are so full and heavy, demanding to be emptied.
I’m so far past caring about the fact that I’m jerking off to my stepcousin. He doesn’t know it’s me. And that's all I care about.
When I’m done in here, I’ll race back to the bar and wait for his shift to be over.
I never actually intended to have a serious conversation back here. The moment he found out it was me, he’d have left that room faster than I could shoutPlease wait.
No. I’m going to bite my tongue, enjoy the show, cum to the sight of this gorgeous man, and then leave.
I get lost in some sort of hypnotic state. My hand moves without any thought, my mind and body already knowing what it wants, what it fucking craves.
My heart pounds to the beat of the music, my breathing so quick it has my head spinning.
