My hand wraps around the cool metal, and my body falls into the rhythm, both of us winding around in perfect sync like we’re two parts of the same machine. I spin, the momentum pulling me around as I arch my back, following Raiyne’s lead.
I steal a glance at Devil Mask, his arms draped lazily over the armrests. His posture is relaxed, too relaxed. Is he even watching, or did this jerk-off fall asleep?
Over my dead body will I be leaving here tonight without a tip.
I push off the pole and saunter toward him, hips rolling with every step. I stop right in front of him, close enough to feel his breath, then sink into his lap with a slow, deliberate grind.
My fingers trail up his chest, nails lightly scratching through the fabric of his suit as my body moves against his.
Still, no reaction.
A challenge. Fuck it, I’m game.
I smile, letting my lips curve into something teasing, almost daring. “Enjoying the show?”
He doesn’t say a word.
Fine.
He wants to play it cool? I’ll light the match.
"You gonna sit there like a statue all night, or are you gonna show me some appreciation?" My voice drips with honey, but there’s venom underneath, ready to strike if he still plays this game of indifference.
I grind down, nails digging into his chest just enough to send a message—I'm not here to be ignored. His dick twitches against me, and I gasp. Fuck, he’s pierced. I can feel the metal balls pressing against me since he’s wearing dress slacks.
A Jacob’s Ladder.
A shiver shoots down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach as I roll my hips again, rubbing my hard length against his pierced one. “Like that?”
No reaction. Nothing. It’s like he’s not even here.
Except his dick says otherwise.
I narrow my eyes as I grind down harder, then lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Bet you’re dying to touch me.”
Still nothing.
His head doesn’t move. His breathing stays even, hands remaining on the armrests. But I don’t miss the way his dick twitches again, harder this time.
A loud moan catches my attention. Wolf Mask’s palming himself, his head turned to the left where Raiyne’s on his knees licking up Pierrot’s crotch.
I can’t help but smirk. My friend’s going to eat that guy alive.
Devil Mask grabs my chin and turns my face forward, his grip firm but not painful. Almost possessive. His thumb brushes my lips slowly like he’s testing something. Then he lets go, and his hips thrust up, his dick grinding into mine.
I bite back a moan, the friction almost too much. He’s not playing around now, his body moving in tune with mine as we dry hump, and I can barely keep it together.
His tattooed left hand skates over my thigh to my waistband, then he yanks it down, freeing my hard dick.
When his head tilts sideways, I smirk and lean in. “Didn’t think you were the only one pierced, did you?”
His fingers brush over the metal barbell running through the head of my cock, then he growls. It’s barely audible over the music, but it makes me leak shamelessly.
“Fuck.”
The guy in the sparkly nun mask turns to his friend, but Devil Mask keeps his focus on me as he wraps his fingers against my throbbing length.
My hips jerk up, fucking into his hand, as he strokes me with a steady, torturous rhythm that’s got my legs trembling. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the moan clawing its way up my throat.
