Page 24 of Damaged Prince
I’m so turned on, so riled up that I need to cum now or I might fucking lose my mind.
Eli pulls down his baseball pants just enough to let his cock spring free and wraps his hand around his shaft, using the other one to cup his balls, all while releasing this sexy little moan. And I’m fucking done for.
Not wanting him to hear me cum, I bite the inside of my cheek so hard that blood fills my mouth.
My body tenses to the point of pain as my orgasm hits me hard. Breathing heavily through my nostrils, I cum hard, my cock jerking in my grip. Thick ropes of cum spill out, covering my hand and a bit of the floor in front of me.
The feeling is so damn intense, I think I might pass out.
As the song comes to an end, I’m grateful for the moment of reprieve that I’ll get when the lights turn off. But that never happens. The second song shifts into the third, and Eli stays in this outfit, continuing to tease me.
I’m spent, my body jelly. Yet, I still want more. So much more. That wasn’t nearly enough to satiate my hunger for this man.
This is just pure torture I’m putting myself through because there’s a chance after we talk, he’s going to want nothing to do with me. Sure, there was an obvious attraction between us earlier today. It was the way he looked at me, how he blushed any time we made eye contact.
But that doesn’t mean he has any sort of feelings towards me. I can’t pressure or push him.
The best I can do is tell him what I didn’t get a chance to tell him before he disappeared from my life a year ago, and what I’d love to happen for the future. The rest is up to him.
If he only wants Delaney, I’ll have to learn to live with that. Even though it would fucking kill me to be so close to him all the time and know I’ll never get to have him in that way.
I just pray to any god that’s listening that it doesn’t go that way. Because I’ve already fallen hard for this man once, and I know for a fact I’m going to do it again in a heartbeat.
For the rest of the third song, I sit there and recover, putting my cock away and feeling disappointed I didn’t also get that lap dance. Not that I’d have been able to touch him anyways.
The song comes to an end, and the room goes silent.
Eli is breathing heavily, his body covered in a sheen of sweat from the back-to-back performances he just did.
“Thanks for requesting me,” he says in a playful, breathless way. “Unfortunately, that’s all for tonight. But I hope you enjoyed the show.”
“Trust me, Tiny Dancer,” my voice is low and thick with lingering want. “I enjoyed that very much.”
His smile falls just the slightest, and I curse myself at the slip-up. Does he remember what I used to call him? It’s a common nickname, I’m sure. I mean, he is a dancer. I can’t be the only one who’s called him that before, right?
He clears his throat, that smile slipping back into place. “I’m glad,” he repeats. “Have a good night.” The room goes black, and I start to panic.
Fucking hell, Kai. Way to fuck up.
As I sit there in the darkness with only the dim glow of the light above me, feelings of regret and shame come filtering in.
“What the fuck have I just done?” I groan, closing my eyes as I let my head hang. Eli might not know what just happened, who he just danced for. But if we do get the chance of becoming something more, I’m going to have to tell him. I can’t lie. It’s not like me. Not to him.
With a sense of shame, I clean up the mess I made with the disinfectant wipes that were provided and leave.
Never in my life have I ever done something like that before. The only reason why that just happened was because it was Eli, and I let some dirty fantasy dictate my choices.
Before heading back to the bar, I duck into the bathroom to clean myself up a bit more.
Splashing some cold water onto my face, I stare back at myself in the mirror. “Who are you?” I whisper.
A man who falls hard for the ones he cares about. I’m obsessed, it’s an addiction I can feel inside my bones that will quickly become all-consuming.
Two unhealthy obsessions.
Part of me knows I should put a stop to this. Walk away before it’s too late.
Only I know I won’t. I’m going to tell this man exactly how I feel about him and wait until the day he’s able to feel the same way about me.
