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Jamie’s fingers slide down over his stomach and down to his groin. She found the shape of his cock behind his zipper and traced its length with her fingers. Chase gave her a look in warning, but she only smiled innocently at him. The concierge named the total for the room, and Chase dug his wallet out of his coat pocket, working to keep his expression neutral and his hips still. Jamie’s stroking of his shaft through the leather increased in tempo as he waited for his card to be run, and then as he signed the slip. He was growing harder with every stroke, burgeoning, thickening. He felt pre-come gather at the tip, soaking the cotton of his boxer-briefs. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, turning away and pushing Jamie in front of him to hide his arousal. They stood back to front at a bank of elevators, waiting for a car to arrive. As they stood, Jamie pressed herself back against him, subtly writhing her hips to rub her ass against his cock.  
    Chase hissed between his teeth, finding it ever harder to contain his arousal. He was nearing the point of having to physically hold himself back. He’d been so turned on for so long that he was near to bursting. He’d been turned on and ready to go since the moment Jamie slammed into him on the street, since she kissed him, since her body pressed against his. His arousal had only kind of gone away during the show, and every time he’d glanced at Jamie from the stage, he’d felt a bolt of desire.  
    He was so hard, so ready…and she was making it impossible to hold back, reaching behind herself to cup the back of his head, turning her face sideways to plant desperate kisses on his cheek and lips, writhing against his cock shamelessly. There was no one in the lobby at all, the concierge having vanished, but Chase still felt exposed.
    “Goddamn, Jamie. You have me right on the edge,” he said, whispering in her ear. “I’m close already. You’d better back up and give me a chance to get myself under control, or I’m gonna come in my pants right here.”
    The elevator doors opened right then, and they stepped into the car, pushing the button for the seventh floor. The doors swooshed closed, and as soon as the car began moving, Jamie turned to face Chase.  
    “Maybe I don’t want you to have control…” she said, fumbling with the button of his pants. “Maybe I want you to come, right here, right now.”
    “That could be messy.”
    His pants were open now, and she was pushing his zipper down, freeing his rigid shaft and taking it into both hands. Chase couldn’t breathe suddenly, could only hold himself absolutely still, every muscle tensed and locked, focused on holding back. Her hands were hot on his skin, soft and tender and greedy, working him steadily, her body pressed against his, backing him into a corner.  
    He felt himself rising then, against his control. Her eyes were on him, searching him. He had to close his eyes then, squeezing them shut and gritting his teeth, sucking in a breath and holding it, ducking his head and straining with every fiber of his being.  
    She didn’t relent, kept up her slow, intimate ministrations, both fists on his length, gliding up and back down, rubbing his crown in her palm now as she pumped his base, then moving her fists on him hand over hand.
    He gasped raggedly, then ground out the warning: “I can’t…I can’t hold it back. Goddammit… fuck .” He clawed his fingers with crushing force into the denim and muscle of her ass, squeezing so hard she gasped. “I’m gonna come, Jamie. Right now.”
    She sank quickly to her knees and took him in her mouth, one hand stroking his cock at the base, the other cupping his balls, middle finger pressing against his taint and massing the muscle there. She sucked hard, taking him deep. Chase came with a soft grunt, fisting his hands in her soft curls, holding her but not pushing at her. She drew him out of her mouth to lick his tip, then sucked him deep again as