to the edge of his jeans.
“The crowds? No. I’m a bouncer. Not a dancer.” Nash put his shirt on and mentally kicked himself for thinking the attraction was mutual. Peter needed fresh meat for the stage.
“The money is better. All that work to keep up this body and you want to stand in the back?” Peter leaned in and kissed Nash.
The shock of the connection threw Nash off guard. One minute Peter was sizing him up for the stage, and now a kiss. In seconds, Peter had Nash’s pants pushed down and pulled his cock out of his briefs.
“What the hell?” Nash shook off the kiss. “What’s wrong with you? You’re too young and foolish. Don’t mess around with me.”
“I’m thirty-two, and you’re not that scary.” Peter smiled and kissed Nash again. The commanding way Peter gripped the back of Nash’s head with one hand and worked his dick with the other made Nash gasp.
It could also be the fact that Peter was older than Nash by five years that shocked the Marine. The blond didn’t appear to be a day over twenty-five. Looking over Peter made Nash’s dick rock hard. The expert touch didn’t hurt either.
“You need to stop this before someone comes in, and I get fired.” Nash grabbed Peter’s shoulders and wanted to shove him back.
“I know how long the finale runs. Stop acting as if you don’t want this.” Peter raised Nash’s shirt and licked all over his chest. Those muscles tightened and rippled in response.
Nash could overpower Peter, but that wasn’t the right move. Peter moved lower and focused on the most-in-need parts. The view of Peter’s blond head bowed as he sucked Nash’s balls nearly knocked Nash off his feet. Nash sat in one of the chairs as Peter’s confident touch and teasing tongue made the bouncer weak in the knees.
Peter knelt on the floor and nuzzled along Nash’s shaft. The ache built in him as he let Peter take control. As much as Nash wanted to touch the former ballet dancer, he didn’t. It might break the spell or prove it was all just a dream. Eventually, Peter would realize Nash wasn’t a teddy bear; deep down, he was rough and guarded. What you saw was what you got.
When that talented tongue teased his balls as Peter swallowed on Nash’s cock, Nash cursed under his breath. All the time in the military taught him to be quiet when he was hooking up. Peter’s shameless moans and groans only drove Nash to the edge faster.
Peter released Nash’s erection. “You don’t like it?”
Was he kidding? Nash grabbed Peter by the back of the head and nudged him down where he belonged.
The chuckle from Peter only made Nash more determined to finish before he was caught. Lifting into Peter’s mouth, he felt every one of Peter’s moans and sighs. Peter deep-throated Nash again, and the vibrations snapped his control for good.
He tried to pull out, but Peter gripped his dick at the base and held him. Peter sucked and teased until Nash cursed and shuddered as the orgasm hit. He came and looked down just as Peter glanced up. The smile on his lips extended Nash’s climax as he watched the blond stripper swallow that cum eagerly. It was unreal. Better than any sex or fantasy he’d ever had.
Peter stood up and pressed his body to Nash’s, licking his lips and clearly out for more. He kissed Nash’s neck and finally claimed his mouth. The bouncer was in a daze of lust and relief.
Nash’s need only half-fulfilled, he had to even the score. First he closed his pants and pulled his shirt back down. Just as he was about to kneel and explore Peter’s body, the music stopped. The men were taking their bows.
“Ran out of time.” Peter smiled.
The applause went on and on so Nash leaned down and kissed Peter hard, claiming his mouth and tangling his tongue with Peter’s very nimble one. Nash pulled back before the men flooded backstage.
Chapter Three
Peter wasn’t in a hurry to leave. There was so much going on he could barely sort out his thoughts. He
“The crowds? No. I’m a bouncer. Not a dancer.” Nash put his shirt on and mentally kicked himself for thinking the attraction was mutual. Peter needed fresh meat for the stage.
“The money is better. All that work to keep up this body and you want to stand in the back?” Peter leaned in and kissed Nash.
The shock of the connection threw Nash off guard. One minute Peter was sizing him up for the stage, and now a kiss. In seconds, Peter had Nash’s pants pushed down and pulled his cock out of his briefs.
“What the hell?” Nash shook off the kiss. “What’s wrong with you? You’re too young and foolish. Don’t mess around with me.”
“I’m thirty-two, and you’re not that scary.” Peter smiled and kissed Nash again. The commanding way Peter gripped the back of Nash’s head with one hand and worked his dick with the other made Nash gasp.
It could also be the fact that Peter was older than Nash by five years that shocked the Marine. The blond didn’t appear to be a day over twenty-five. Looking over Peter made Nash’s dick rock hard. The expert touch didn’t hurt either.
“You need to stop this before someone comes in, and I get fired.” Nash grabbed Peter’s shoulders and wanted to shove him back.
“I know how long the finale runs. Stop acting as if you don’t want this.” Peter raised Nash’s shirt and licked all over his chest. Those muscles tightened and rippled in response.
Nash could overpower Peter, but that wasn’t the right move. Peter moved lower and focused on the most-in-need parts. The view of Peter’s blond head bowed as he sucked Nash’s balls nearly knocked Nash off his feet. Nash sat in one of the chairs as Peter’s confident touch and teasing tongue made the bouncer weak in the knees.
Peter knelt on the floor and nuzzled along Nash’s shaft. The ache built in him as he let Peter take control. As much as Nash wanted to touch the former ballet dancer, he didn’t. It might break the spell or prove it was all just a dream. Eventually, Peter would realize Nash wasn’t a teddy bear; deep down, he was rough and guarded. What you saw was what you got.
When that talented tongue teased his balls as Peter swallowed on Nash’s cock, Nash cursed under his breath. All the time in the military taught him to be quiet when he was hooking up. Peter’s shameless moans and groans only drove Nash to the edge faster.
Peter released Nash’s erection. “You don’t like it?”
Was he kidding? Nash grabbed Peter by the back of the head and nudged him down where he belonged.
The chuckle from Peter only made Nash more determined to finish before he was caught. Lifting into Peter’s mouth, he felt every one of Peter’s moans and sighs. Peter deep-throated Nash again, and the vibrations snapped his control for good.
He tried to pull out, but Peter gripped his dick at the base and held him. Peter sucked and teased until Nash cursed and shuddered as the orgasm hit. He came and looked down just as Peter glanced up. The smile on his lips extended Nash’s climax as he watched the blond stripper swallow that cum eagerly. It was unreal. Better than any sex or fantasy he’d ever had.
Peter stood up and pressed his body to Nash’s, licking his lips and clearly out for more. He kissed Nash’s neck and finally claimed his mouth. The bouncer was in a daze of lust and relief.
Nash’s need only half-fulfilled, he had to even the score. First he closed his pants and pulled his shirt back down. Just as he was about to kneel and explore Peter’s body, the music stopped. The men were taking their bows.
“Ran out of time.” Peter smiled.
The applause went on and on so Nash leaned down and kissed Peter hard, claiming his mouth and tangling his tongue with Peter’s very nimble one. Nash pulled back before the men flooded backstage.
Chapter Three
Peter wasn’t in a hurry to leave. There was so much going on he could barely sort out his thoughts. He
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