Miles
We sit front and center to watch Rudy and Maxwell do their next routine, but I can hardly focus. It has nothing to do with all the cosmos I drank and everything to do with JJ’s large hand resting on the top of my thigh, just inches from my dick. I can’t stop thinking about the last time I was here, and how he said he wanted to fuck me over the sink. I fucked myself in the bathroom and came for him, then watched him come for me. My dick is hard just thinking about it, and I hope like hell he doesn’t notice.
Or maybe I want him to notice because then maybe he’ll make a move.
Both of us have visited the bathroom already. We’ve drank so much, how could we not? But we went separately, and he wasnot waiting for me on the other side when I got out—which was slightly disappointing.
Rudy and Maxwell get through their final set, where they’re dressed like a cheerleader and a football player. They do a similar routine—dancing, mock sex, riling the crowd up.
“We can leave whenever you want,” I say as we get up from our seats.
“Do you want to leave?”
“I’m just saying that if you want to, we can.”
“I’m having fun,” he says. His eyes are slightly glazed over, and his hand comes around my waist, pulling me to him.
“So am I,” I breathe out.
JJ leans down, dragging his nose along my neck before biting me playfully.
I groan, thrusting against him, which causes him to tighten his arm around me.
“There’s no doubtwehave chemistry,” he says in my ear, and I nod.
No doubt in my mind either.
“We do,” I agree. I also smile to myself because he listened to me when I said Joshua and I did not.
JJ’s other hand comes around my waist, and I slide mine up his chest and around his neck. Everything around us disappears—or maybe it just doesn’t matter. The music, the people, the dancers. It’s just me and JJ. He smiles down at me, and I bite my lip, our eyes locking. I feel his heart beating strong in his chest.
“Where’s the bathroom, Miles?” he asks in a low, husky voice.
I lean up to kiss him, pressing my lips to his in a firm quick kiss before taking his hand and pulling him through the crowd, to the bathrooms in the back—the ones that don’t get as much traffic as the others because people think they aren’t supposed to be back here, but I know better.
I look both ways before pushing open the door and yanking JJ inside. I flip the light switch on the wall and close and lock the door behind me. The room is decorated in black, navy blue, and gold, giving it a moody but classy feel.
JJ’s hands are on my face, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I claw at his chest, his arms, then shove his shirt up, needing to feel his skin. His abs are firm, but his skin is soft and warm.
He spins me so my front is against the door, his large body crowding behind me. His mouth is on my neck, his hands sliding around the front to undo my pants. I’m already hard. I have been for hours. The tension between us is at an all-time high, the chemistry off the charts.
“You said you’d fuck me over the sink,” I say.
“Shh, we’re getting there.”
His hand slips under my shirt, sliding up my chest and pressing against it, pulling me closer to him. His other hand slides inside my pants, grabbing my dick and squeezing. I whimper, pressing my ass against him.
“JJ…”
He walks me over to the sink, holding my body against his. JJ starts to stroke my dick slowly, and my eyes fall closed.
“Oh, no,” he says as he stops. “You watch me touch you.”
I pop my eyes open, sucking in a breath. My gaze meets his in the mirror and he nods once.
“Keep them on me.”
His hand starts to move again, slowly and torturously. His nails dig into my chest gently, before sliding across and pinching my nipple. I moan, biting my bottom lip as I fight off the orgasm that’s already threatening to take me over.
