“But—”
I didn’t hear anything else he said as I slammed the door behind us, almost knocking Jeremy down the stairs. He was laughing at me, the jerk.
“You’re going to get us caught,” I growled.
“Remind me. Which one of us shoved a vibrator up his ass and then relinquished the controls to said vibrator?”
I hated when he used sound logic. “That is beside the point.”
He grinned at me over his shoulder as we reached the bottom of the stairs. “If you say so. This might be the best gift anyone has ever given
me. Thank you, Corey.”
“Worst idea ever,” I mumbled.
HE DIDN’T overdo it.
I mean, sure, I was left a drooling mess when I tried to order a drink and then my asshole started vibrating, causing the bartender, Izaac, to ask me if I needed to sit down. I managed to smile at him as Jeremy took over, ordering a water for himself and a vodka tonic for me. I was still slack-jawed when Izaac returned with our drinks. Jeremy paid for them and left a nice tip. It was only then that the vibrations stopped.
And sure, it started up again when we were standing near the back of the crowd as Helena performed. I managed not to drop my drink as I clenched down, my cock hard, my teeth grinding together. It didn’t let up as the crowd parted for Helena. She was lip-syncing to a dirty song I couldn’t recognize for the life of me. She stopped in front of me, hands on my shoulders as her head whipped back and forth. She lowered her hands down my back, and right before she grabbed my ass, the vibrations stopped. Her wig caught on my dick, but she didn’t seem to notice as she stood back up, kissing me on the cheek as the crowd leered around us.
“All right?” she whispered in my ear. “You look pale.”
“I’m fine,” I whispered back.
She nodded minutely before shoving me to the side and going after Jeremy. He was shocked when she did the splits in front of him, her face in his crotch.
Served him right, the bastard.
And sure, he slid his thumb across the phone screen as the drag show came to an end, higher than he’d ever done it before, but my shout was lost in the roar of the people around us. And since we were hidden in shadow, I allowed myself to lean back against him just once, his breath hot on my cheek. “Having fun?” he asked in a low voice.
“Fuck you,” I grunted.
He chuckled. “Can’t. Pity.”
I didn’t know when this had turned from me torturing him to Jeremy having the upper hand, but I wasn’t going to stand for it.
Which is why I turned around, the egg still vibrating. Making sure he was watching me, I tilted my head back and moaned, running my hand down the column of my throat to my chest and stomach until it rested near the front of my jeans. His gaze followed my hand, and his pupils looked blown in the flashing light as I squeezed myself through my jeans.
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered.
I grinned at him. “You mess with the bull, you’re gonna get the sledgehammer.”
“That doesn’t even make sense—”
I whirled around and disappeared into the crowd.
ALL GOOD things, of course, come to an end. It’s part of life.
Sometimes you’re in a gay bar with a vibrating egg stuck up your ass, the man of your dreams controlling it while you dance in the middle of a biker gang called the Dairy Queens, when you’re summoned by a daddy to come back up to the Lair.
I blinked up at Charlie as he nodded at me before setting down the mic.
“Sorry, boys,” I said. “My services are needed.”
The Dairy Queens looked disappointed, which pleased me greatly. Always leave them wanting while making a grand exit.
Jeremy was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.