"Bailey," he said.
Nathan chuckled under his breath. "No, your real name."
Bailey's gaze met his. "Bailey," he repeated.
Nathan smiled. "So, you won't tell me. Is that part of the rules?"
Bailey laughed at that, then leaned over, licking the shell of Nathan's ear—thus breaking one of his own rules. He touched, but he never got this intimate with a client. But he'd made the move before he realized he'd allowed himself to make such a mistake. Fuck! he hissed in his mind when he heard his client growl again. The sound rumbling in his chest against his own made his cock rock hard. This wasn't good.
"You're playing our little game dangerously now, Bailey," Nathan warned him, and Bailey agreed. He shouldn't have licked the man like that.
He had to save face. Bailey pulled back. "I told you that I was naughty," he said, hoping that would spare him more trouble.
"There's naughty and then there's asking for it to be given to you hard and fast," Nathan said, cocking one eyebrow.
Jesus Christ! This man was hotter than the fiery pits of hell. And that accent? Was it Texan? Oklahoman? Whatever it was, it was sexy as fuck, and the man's deep voice was like melted butter being poured all over him. So smooth and silky.
"You think you're the one to give it to me like that?" Bailey teased as he ground his hips. He leaned back, showing how flexible he was as he raised up and continued to move his hips to the beat while bent like a bow. He could hear his client moan and knew he'd probably get a big tip after his performance.
"I know I am," Nathan said, and he had every bit of well-deserved confidence that he not only could but would. Bailey was his, even if he didn't know it yet. Ass practically threw themselves at him, but this was the first time he ever wanted to pursue a man.
You probably are, Bailey thought, but he kept that opinion to himself as he continued to dance. As the music began to hit a crescendo, so did his movements. He changed positions now, his back pressed against his client's chest as he worked his hips over the erection he felt grow stronger. The man's breaths against hisskin made his eyes roll in his head, and he could only imagine how raw and real the sex would be with this beast grunting as he knew he was coming close to his climax.
Again, Nathan tried to grip Bailey's hips in his attempt to stave off his orgasm, but the man stopped him. Honestly, Nathan let him, because if he wanted Bailey, men like him usually took what they desired; people were no exception. But that wasn't how he wanted to do things with this sexy stripper. The man's ass rotating and grinding over his cock sent him over the edge, and he did something he hadn't done since he was fifteen. It couldn't be stopped as the pleasure coursed threw his loins. He threw his head back groaning low in ecstasy, his body jerked as he came hard, filling his underwear with hot spunk that he would have preferred to dump inside Bailey.
"Fuck!" Nathan blurted out as he huffed and puffed through the pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it, big boy... You know you wanted me so badly," Bailey flirted as he slowed his grinding when he felt Nathan's cock grow softer. He couldn't help but pride himself on making the man ruin his obviously expensive suit.
That's when Nathan lost his composure, and he broke free of Bailey's hold and grabbed the man by his waist and neck. Bailey yelped as he was pressed on the sofa with Nathan on top of him. Bailey's eyes widened because he didn't know if he was in danger or not, and he wondered if he should reach for the button in his pocket that would signal for security.
"What are you doing?" Bailey asked, giving his client the benefit of the doubt. His pretty blue eyes were wide with caution.
"When I cum, it's always inside a tight ass or down a beautiful twink's throat," Nathan said.
"I'm not a whore," Bailey said.
Nathan snorted. "Of course you are. I know the rules of this place," he said, then he looked down at Bailey's pretty mouth and kissed him.
Yes, his lips were what Bailey wanted to feel, but not under these circumstances. And he didn't appreciate the fact that this man thought he was a whore. Those days were over for him, and even though Vito said he could fuck whoever he wanted, it was always on his terms, not his clients.
Bailey bit Nathan's lip, and the man growled before pulling back. He followed that up with a slap across his client's face that made Nathan release him. Quickly, he scrambled out from under the man and put distance between them as he edged closer to the door. The man looked at him, and there was a darkness in his eyes that drew Bailey in. This man was definitely dangerous, and for some reason, it frightened and seduced him. Was his proximity to gangsters warping his mind? He should be fleeing the room right now; instead, he was just staring at the beast in the Armani suit.
Bailey swallowed. "You can't behave that way."
Nathan looked at the beautiful twink that had his cock rising for round two. He was a fucking Bridger, and what he wanted, he got, and he wanted Bailey even more now than before. "I get it. Two hundred for a private session like this. How much to take you to one of the rooms in the back?"
Bailey crossed his arms over his chest. "If it's one of the other professionals you want, I can get one for you. But you've made a mistake with me. I'm not a prostitute. I only dance here." He had left that life in the past and never looked back. He would finish his time working off his debt and move on. Since being allowed to just strip, he hadn't come across one client who paid for his private time that he had wanted to fuck. In fact, this current client was the first, but the man was skating on thin fucking ice with him at the moment.
Nathan looked the man up and down, reading the emotional temperature in the room, and realized the mistake he'd made—the insult he'd given. He wiped his mouth of the bit of blood that was on it from Bailey's bite and settled back on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.
"My apologies then; I didn't realize there was a difference," Nathan said.
"Some professionals here do both," Bailey clarified.
"Did you at one point do both?" Nathan asked with a lifted brow. Again, he let his gaze roam over Bailey's slender body, drinking in every curve and sculpted line of muscle.
"I did, but not anymore." Bailey exhaled. "Now, if that is all, I bid you adieu." He turned to leave.
