Their gazes remained locked for a few seconds. Brent’s breath froze in his lungs. His cock swelled to fullness, pressed against the fly of his jeans. His balls ached with growing need. He curled his fingers tightly around his sweaty glass because he couldn’t grab the tantalising flesh literally dangling in front of him. The cherubic face with spiky light hair lured him in like a siren. When the bow-shaped mouth curved in a teasing, knowing smile, a low moan pushed past Brent’s lips. The spell didn’t so much break as morph as the boy began to twist around the pole.
Jack shot him a grin. “What wouldn’t you give to spank that ass?”
Brent covered his eyes and stifled a groan. “Shit, don’t put that image in my head.”
“Like it wasn’t there already.”
Between his fingers, he watched the smooth, naked globes outlined by a blue G-string twirl around and around, and couldn’t argue with his friend. His palms itched with the desire to grab, squeeze, and hell yes, spank. He had no trouble imagining the beautiful young body splayed across his lap as he put pink on those pale cheeks. He knew he’d be hard and in his fantasy, so was Danny. The boy would cry and beg, but not for Brent to stop. No, he would be eager for the rough play, especially for a good fucking when the spanking was done.
Brent grabbed his drink and choked on a mouthful of crushed ice. It did nothing to ease his hard-on or his contemplation of Danny. The kid was popular—patrons, including Jack, flocked to the edge of the stage. They stuffed dollar bills in his thong. The kid gave each man a teasing grin of appreciation then sent them on their way. Brent didn’t want to be just one of the crowd, so he fished a twenty out of his pocket. Pushing up from the table, he sauntered to the runway. He waited for the others to dissipate before he pressed against the edge. When the boy turned his way, Brent held his gaze as he licked the bill and slapped it against a naked ass cheek.
He walked back to his seat and plopped back down. He watched Danny peel the paper from his ass, kiss it with his pink lips, and slide it into his thong. After a wink aimed straight at Brent, he back-flipped his way behind the curtain. The hoots and clapping of appreciation were deafening. Yeah, Danny had lots of admirers. He would remember Brent, though, and that would have to be enough.
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Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.
She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.
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