Page 67 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Anywhere you want.”
There are obviously professional and legal rules to what he can actually do to me, but I’m down for anything and everything within those perimeters.
Sounds like the ladies in the crowd are, too.
Elias grins and leans down so his lips touch my ear right below my aid. “The women go feral for a little guy on guy action.”
I’mabout to go feral for some guy on guy action. Specifically Elias on me.
“No touching unless I put your hands there,” he says a little louder for the audience’s benefit.
Then his eyes are back on me, and his hands come downto stroke slowly over my thighs “Would you be okay to lose the pants?” His voice is soft now, only for me. “I have plans.”
I’m no stranger to being in front of a crowd in my underwear. I wear my body with pride, but it makes me feel so damn warm and happy to hear the concern in his voice.
Without answering, I go straight for the button and zipper—taking in the cheering from all around us—and lift my ass off the chair to shuck the jeans and my shoes off my feet. I quickly readjust my packer, drawing Elias’ gaze and a quiet moan.
This is going to be torture for him.
Licking his lips, Elias tugs on the back of the chair, instantly sliding me forward so his thighs bracket my body. The show of strength really does something for me, and the smokey, heat-filled grin he brushes down the side of my face tells me that he knows it.
It’s going to be torture for me, too.
A dark, rumbling beat starts, and his body loosens, starts to move in small increments above me. I can’t stop myself from reaching out, from pressing my palms to his thighs to feel the strong muscles tense.
Elias groans, a primal, urgent sound into my ear. “Follow directions just once for me, sweetheart.”
I don’t get a chance to correct myself, because his hands shoot out to grab my own and force them behind my back. The force of it hurts the smallest fraction, but it’s covered up by the ratcheting need to be taken apart, to be fucked until the need has been sated.
Elias’ hands are holding my wrists behind the chair, rolling his hips over my lap and ramping up the fire in my belly. He shifts both my wrists to one hand, bringing the other to my front and slowly sliding the tank up my chest.
It gives him room to rut against my bare skin, but evenwith the lust pulsing between us he’s careful not to put my scars on display. My fingers itch to touch him, to drag him down to me so his mouth can smother the litany of desperate noises begging to be let out.
Elias’ body is sex and sin and touching me in the barest of ways but it’s driving me out of my mind. I need all of him pressed as tightly against me as reality allows.
“We’ve just started,” he chuckles, bending down to press a phantom kiss to my lips. If I try to close the gap, he tightens his grip on my wrists. “I’ve barely started wrecking you, Princess.”
I have to open my mouth in a heavy pant, and Elias groans as he moves his lips across my jaw, down my neck. There’s no pressure, just the tingle of promise.
He flattens a large hand on my stomach, holding himself inches above my lap with his mouth resting on the curve of my throat.
“Dance with me,” he whispers, a sexy rumble into my skin.
“Fuck yes,” I say as his mouth comes back to mine, and I can’t hold myself back from kissing his grin. It’s swift, there and gone when Elias tugs my arms and forces my back straight in the chair.
“I thought I was the troublemaker.” I can hardly hear him above the music, but I can see the words on his lips, and can feel the desire in them.
“Guess you’ll have to be the princess and let me show you how it’s done.”
His eyes light with the thrill of a challenge, and he gives me the tiniest amount of space to stand. He pushes the chair back, and someone must grab it because it’s gone, leaving the two of us alone, nearly pressed up against one another.
“Touch me, Matty.”
My hands fly to his chest of their own accord, pressing my fingertips into the lines of lightly defined abs and pecs. There’s a low hum that I find is coming from his throat when I drag my thumb across it.
He touches my hips, and my body folds into motion without a care. It starts as a gentle rock to the beat, his fingers pushing and pulling me while everything inside of me eats up the attention. Then, his hand slides around to my ass, and the sounds from the women in the crowd make me tense up.
Teeth graze my earlobe, and hot breath pours down my neck. “Don’t worry about them. Think about me. Only me.”
