Page 66 of Roleplay at Randy's
More accurately, what I haveinwhat I’m wearing beneath.
Satisfaction is putting it mildly when he drops a hand to his own bulge and squeezes.
I did that to him.
With an untamable grin, I zip myself back up and throw on the tank top. “I haven’t worn my packer around you yet, have I?”
His gaze is overwhelmingly hungry, like he’s seconds away from saying fuck it to his shift and finding a dark corner to dick me down in.
I’d be game.
He throws his head back and groans. “I want to play with that later.”
You can play with me however you want, big boy.
Wow, okay; horny Matty is to the extreme tonight it seems. I haven’t felt this kind of need coursing through me since that first year I’d been on hormones.
I want more of it.
Elias is a motherfucking tease,and even though I saw it coming, I wasn’t prepared for just how deep the jealousy and desire would hit.
The strip club is popular, because getting one of the seats near the stage is practically impossible. There were booths available, but I felt a little out of place in them. So, I settled for a seat at the bar, and when Elias’ music started and he stepped onto the floor?
Holy fuck the electricity in the room shot straight through my veins. He scanned the whole crowd. Looking for me. And when his eyes finally landed on me and I’d tipped my silly little club soda at him, he’d lit up like a Christmas tree.
At some point, he must have decided that there was too much distance between us, because he started going through the crowd, throwing me little looks every time he barely touched someone.
It had his desired effect, because now I’m sitting here with fire roaring in my belly and a current of need raging in my groin.
The music cuts out, and Elias’ voice booms through the room, “I always get to pick one fun thing to try out before the end of my set, and we all know I love a good lap dance, don’t we?”
The women shout, raising their hands like school girls, but Elias only chuckles, scanning the crowd before flicking his gaze over to me.
He wouldn’t.
“But we also know how much I love putting on a show.”
Oh, he would.
“I’ve got a friend who would be breathtaking on this stage. Who could use a little relief—” this fuckerwinksat me “—and I think he’d enjoy me taking him apart for you.”
My pants are uncomfortably tight and wet, dying to get Elias’ hands on me. His stare pierces me from across the room, and soon heads are turning, searching for the man he’s calling out to.
One big, sexy grin is all it takes to make me melt on the spot. That and how fucking hot he looks in his stripper get up, the mesh shirt tossed aside who knows how long ago.
“Get over here, Princess,” he calls, making a few of the girls giggle. “I don’t have all night.”
Taking one last sip of my drink—because after that display my mouth is parched—I hop off the stool and wade through the room like I’m not about to hit my breaking point. The flirting and flittering touches since the diner have reared me up, have strung a thrum of excitement into my core that is near bursting.
There won’t be anymore waiting after this. Elias is going to do his damnedest to drive me out of my mind, and then the moment we’re alone, I’m going to ride him until we’re both too sore and spent to even think about cleaning up.
I get settled in the metal chair at the center of the stage, all eyes in the room at least flickering to me as they gaze at Elias. He’s only in his belt now, a sheen of sweat and mist all along his bare torso. He swings a wide smile at me and positions himself at my front, reaching over my shoulders to grip the top of the chair, which results in him towering over me.
If my jeans could get any tighter, they would.
“Before we start, do I have permission to touch you, sir?”
The heat in my gut swirls into a blaze, licking at my composure and turning it to ash.
