I shift Cinnamon off my lap, adjusting my dick as I try to be as polite as possible.
“I’m good, thank you. I think I need to go.”
Cinnamon’s eyes glisten and she pouts. “Are you okay, sugar?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not, but it’s not you.”It’s me. How fucking cliche am I?I offer her a smile of reassurance. “You were great. Five stars, promise.”
Cinnamon falls back into the sofa, studying me with a wistful gaze.
“See you around?” she asks, and I can hear the hope in her voice.
Of course she wants me to come back. I’m sure she’s got a handful of regulars, judging by the way she was able to get me so close…
I nod with that practiced smile, the one that everyone loves so much. It’s not genuine, but it has served me well in a lot of tight places. Like this.
“Of course,” I say, knowing full well I’ll never come back. If Paul or Andre suggest we come here again, I’ll find an excuse. There’s no way I can show my face here again.
I was so close to coming too.
Oncheatingon my fiancée.
How could I let myself get so fucking close?
I adjust my softening cock, take a bow, and leave the tent. Paul and the guys are waiting for me outside.
“Have a good time in there, Brewer?” Andre asks as he throws his arm around me.
I give them my best forced smile.
Pretend everything is fine.
“Yeah, I needed that for sure. Thanks, man,” I say.
Paul chuckles. “Anytime.”
I push off of Andre, letting out a sigh.
“But I’m starting to feel that last beer, and I’ve got an early Bio class tomorrow, so…”
Mack waves me off.
“Yeah, yeah, we know. Get the fuck out of here.”
I don’t have to be told twice. My fingers are queuing up a ride as we speak.
When I get home, back to my apartment on campus, I collapse on my bed, groaning into my pillow.
“Fuck me,” I moan in defeat. My cock twitches, knowing this routine too well.
I roll over, staring at the ceiling as I debate what I should do.
It’s late. Cam’s probably asleep, and whatever he’s pissed about, hopefully he’ll be over it in the morning.
I definitely shouldnotcall him.
But I also feel like complete and utter shit. I let Paul buy me a lap dance, and then I let some stripper grind all over me and I almost came in my damn pants.
I feel guilty about it. About letting some other woman do that to me, but I also feel like Ineedto come. I was so close…
