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I didn’t watch him work his way through the room and give lap dances to other men. I tamped my jealousy down and became interested in the ice in my drink while he was out there. I knew the lap dances were what made him the most money, and I knew that was all it was. I could accept it, but I didn’t want to watch it, and I wasn’t sure that even Jamie would be comfortable with me watching, anyway. He wasn’t shy, but having your boyfriend watch something like that might be enough to throw even him off a little.
Caitlin did watch, though. She leaned forward over the table toward me as she took a sip of her drink. “Oh, Caden. The dances he’s giving those other guys are so much different than the one he just gave you. You can tell it’s work when he’s out there, just a job. I mean, he’s good at it, don’t get me wrong, and I’d never even notice if I hadn’t just seen him with you. It was so different. I was pretty sure the two of you were getting ready to dry hump right here at the table. It almost made me blush, and you know that’s saying a lot.” Amber started giggling.
“It’s true,” Jeff put in, “The only dance that even compared, yet still paled greatly in comparison, was the one he gave Jesse that night, and that’s because he was flirting with you through a lap dance with your friend.”
Jesse cackled. “And what a lucky friend. I told you all it pays to be friends with the hockey team.”
Jeff laughed and went on, “But when he gave you a lap dance, Caden, I was afraid he was going to go ahead and rip your clothes off, or at least pull out your dick and give you a blow job right here in front of all of us. Pretty sure he wanted to.”
“Bet the people at the tables around us would’ve paid some good money to see that,” Caitlin said with a snort.
“Ok, you guys, that’s enough.” I was sure my face was beet red because Jamie already had me blushing with that lap dance, even before my friends decided to give their input. I downed my drink and stood, heading for the restroom. I didn’t even need to use it, I just wanted to get away from all of them.
Ten seconds after I’d entered the restroom and leaned on the sink with both hands, trying to get myself under control, the bathroom door burst open. I jumped and whirled around to find Jamie right behind me, so close to being naked, looking at me with a smirk. He stepped right up into my space and crowded me against the sink. He didn’t even bother speaking before his lips landed on mine.
I melted into the kiss, running my hands up and down the bare skin over his ribs, his abs, then around to his back, sliding lower, toward the black sparkly pole dance G-string he had on. He’d gone pretty minimal that night, no shoes or anything, just the shorts, some shimmer, and the choker I’d given him. There was so much skin available to me, and it made me want to touch him, to touch all of it. Knowing I was the only person in the building who had been granted explicit permission to do so, even though nearly everyone out there wanted to, went to my head a little bit.
He pulled back after a moment, though, looking at me with a serious expression that was unexpected and caught me a little off-guard. “Does it bother you?” he asked me softly.
I knew what he was asking. “No,” I said, looking him in the eye. “I mean, I can’t say there isn’t a little jealousy, I guess, but no. This is what you do. I knew that when I started dating you. It makes me a little high knowing you’re mine even though they all want you. I don’t think I can watch while you’re dancing on other dude’s laps, just because it seems weird for me to watch it, but it doesn’t bother me, baby. I trust you.” That was the truth.
He smiled at me, that little, sincere smile that I loved so much. Then he kissed me again. He moved and kissed down my jawline. When he got close to my ear, he whispered, “I hope you know you’re the only one I want.”
His words and his breath sent a shiver down my spine. “I know,” I whispered back. He was driving me crazy with his teasing. But I supposed that’s what I got for going to the place where teasing was literally his job.
He started sucking on my neck. I knew it was going to be a hickey, but I didn’t care. My friends would know who it came from, but no one else would. He gave up on my neck after a moment and bit down my collar bone before slowly sliding down, down, until he was on his knees in front of me. He looked up at me through those long, dark eyelashes, licking his lips with a question on his face.
Here? We weren’t even in a stall. The club was fairly crowded, and anyone could walk in at any time. He reached for the button of my jeans, still hesitating, and questioning me with those bedroom eyes. My damn dick was already responding, as usual not letting me question things when I knew I should be. If he really wanted to give me a blowjob right there at the sink in a public restroom, who was I to stop him? “Green.”
He grinned at that, quickly undoing my jeans and pulling my already throbbing cock out of my pants. He looked at it like he was dying in the desert, and it was the only source of water. I’d never get tired of being adored like that. He bit his lip, glancing up at my face for only a second, then went in for it, licking me from base to tip, swirling his tongue there a little just to tease me for a moment. My head fell back, my hands gripping the sink I was leaning on. “Jamie,” I practically whined.
I felt him smile, and he took me slowly all the way into his mouth, almost to the back of his throat. I looked down and seeing him with his entire mouth full of my cock made it twitch. He moaned and went a little farther, then gagged a little. It twitched again at the fact that he was so good at blowjobs, and didn’t have much of a gag reflex, yet my dick could gag him and he let it. He pulled back, licking the underside and swirling his tongue in the slit as he caught his breath. He went back for more immediately after, sucking and licking and moaning as he drove me absolutely wild.
He was working fast, because he was also aware that anyone could walk in at any time. He wasn’t trying to stretch it out like he did sometimes, torturing me until I was begging him to come, he was just trying to get me off before we got caught.
He had one hand on my thigh as he worked, and the other reached into my pants that were, by then, slung low, massaging my balls gently as his tongue worked its magic on my dick. I was trying to be quiet, but I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out. His mouth was talented enough to draw noises from me every time. Even in a public restroom when I wanted to be quiet.
It was all too much, and yet I needed more. My hand found the back of his head, trying to hold on and at the same time trying not to mess up his hair because he had another set. I moaned again and my hips started to give little thrusts into his mouth without even meaning to. He moaned again, sucking even harder and giving my nuts a little squeeze as his tongue did that thing to the underside of the head that made my knees weak, and they threatened to buckle. My entire body gave a little spasm.
I’d been with a lot of girls, but I’d never been with anyone who could give a blowjob like Jamie. He knew how to drag it out, but he also knew exactly what to do to make me come fast. I kind of hated that he knew how to get me there that quickly, because he was smug every single time, but I could already feel it building.
“Fuck, Jamie.” I wanted to thread my fingers through his hair, move his head the way I wanted to, like I usually did. He liked it when I did that, but I knew if I did his hair wouldn’t be fixable in what little time he had. I settled for little thrusts into his mouth and a light hold on the back of his head.
My head fell back again as that telltale tingle started, and I gripped the sink with my other hand so hard I thought I might crack the porcelain. “Oh, god…Jamie.” My body shuddered. He hummed, and only two more bobs of his head had me spilling down his throat.
He stood back up with that smug smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was absolutely the hottest human being on the planet, of that I was certain. He tucked my softening dick back into my pants and zipped them up, leaning in for a kiss because he wanted me to taste myself in his mouth every single time he gave me a blowjob. I didn’t object.
When he finally stepped back, the smug look had dimmed slightly. “Dammit,” he said, adjusting his pole shorts.
It was my turn to smirk. “You need some help with that?”
He sighed. “I don’t have time. I’m on in a few minutes.”
My smirk turned as smug as his had been. “Oh, please. You know I can take care of that fast.” I pushed him gently in the direction of a stall because we’d pushed our luck far enough. I was surprised no one had walked in on us yet. He glanced at the watch on the wrist of my hand that was guiding him but didn’t struggle or try to argue.
Since his feet were bare I tried not to think about where I was leading him. He wasn’t complaining, anyway. I shut the stall door behind us and flipped the lock into place. He leaned back against the wall of the stall as I pulled his shorts down far enough that they were out of the way. The last thing he needed was a blacklight onstage picking up cum on them and fluorescing it. I took ahold of his already hard cock and started moving my hand as my other arm slid around his waist and gripped him right above his hip, pulling him closer to me. I started licking and nipping at his neck, careful not to leave any marks on him.
I flicked my thumb across the tip every time I made a pass, and Jamie’s head fell back against the wall of the stall. “Mmm…Caden.” I grinned and started moving my hand faster, using his precum as lube while I stroked him over and over, watching his facial expression turn to pleasure as he closed his eyes and forgot where he was and that he was in a hurry. He gave me a groan, right before the door to the restroom opened and the sounds of the club spilled into the room for a moment before it closed behind the person who’d entered. Jamie’s eyes shot open, and he lifted his head from the wall, but I didn’t stop the movement of my hand. “C…Caden,” he whispered.
