Chapter 16
MATTY
Elias takes care of the cover charge to get me into the strip club, and I’m overwhelmed the moment we walk through the doors.
There’s a decent sized bar area to the right as soon as we enter, and it has a good view of the stage across the room.
Chairs litter the immediate area around the stage, and surrounding those are a handful of semi-circle booths.
Women line the chairs, hooting and giggling at whoever is currently on stage, and Elias pulls me into his side before I can get swept up in the chaos of it all. The lights are low, a heavy thumping beat plays through the speakers, and I can see how easy it would be to lose yourself in this place.
“You can hang in the back with me while I get dressed, but then you’ll have to park your cute little booty in the showroom.”
“I’d rather park my cute little booty in your lap.”
Elias chuckles warmly, rubbing his hand along my arm as he holds me tighter. “Maybe if I make you sufficiently jealous, you’ll give me a lap dance when we get home.”
I’m half tempted to give him one right now, in front of all of the ladies that will surely be looking at him all hungry and predatory the moment they lay eyes on him. He’s one sexy motherfucker, that’s for sure.
My sexy motherfucker.
Well, maybe not mine mine, but mine for now, and the only person allowed to put their hands on him is me.
The back room is a decent sized space behind the stage with a row of lockers, a bench, and a makeup table off to the side. There’s also an open doorway covered by a red curtain, and when I quirk my brow, Elias grins.
“Not super exciting,” he says, kissing the side of my head. “Showers. Communal. So not even somewhere I can get you off when the show makes you hot and horny.”
He’s been talking like this all night, riling me up, keeping me at the edge of my sanity. Every little touch lights my skin on fire, has my cock throbbing and begging for attention—something it surely won’t be getting until we get home.
Elias plops my ass on the bench with another wide grin, opening one of the lockers and going straight for a strip show.
His hoodie is pulled off quickly, tossed in my direction with a playful wink.
He pulls his shirt over his head slower, arms crossed so his muscles flex while he completes the motion.
It’s all much too erotic for me not to be breathing like I’ve been tossed into a sauna.
He toes off his socks and shoes, flicks the button on his jeans and lowers the zipper.
Fuck.
I close my eyes and do my best not to imagine the jockstrap I saw him slip on before we left the house. I also know he has to slip it off for a little more protection: the dance belt, which is basically a more secure jockstrap.
“You know I don’t mind if you ogle me, right?” Elias’ teasing tone makes me open my eyes in a glare.
“I’m trying real hard to be a gentleman here.”
His lips tip up into a playful grin. “Oh yeah?” He’s pulling on some hot pink mesh crop top that instigates the exact ogling he suggested, which only makes his smugness worse. “A gentleman wouldn’t let me be the only one losing some clothes.”
I raise a brow and bite my own growing grin. “You want me to hang out in my underwear?”
He gives me a quick once over, licking his lips and stoking desire deep in my body. “No, but you could lose the outside clothes. You’re too hot to stay bundled up like that.”
Even his dancer’s belt is a matching pink, and goddamn do I want to tear it off of him.
“You can strip me with your eyes all you want, but if you don’t show some skin, I’m going to be extra flirty with the ladies out there.”
Oh, he really wants to play up this jealousy thing. He’s having fun with it.
I huff but unzip my jacket and let it slide off my shoulders. I’ve got a long-sleeved Henley underneath—which he knew because he watched me get dressed—and Elias is prepared because he tosses me a bright blue tank top from his locker.
“It’s clean. I like to keep backups. Any chance I can convince you to lose the pants?”
I’ve just cleared the Henley over my head, and I tamper a smirk at his wide-eyed gaze. Even I’m wearing jeans tonight—which is a rarity—because the possessive streak he’s awoken in me has my more masculine urges skyrocketing. Jeans are a bulge’s best friend.
Before putting the tank top on, I lean back on the bench and flick open the button on my pants, tugging the zipper down while maintaining eye contact with Lee. At least, until he spots what I’m wearing beneath.
More accurately, what I have in what I’m wearing beneath.
Satisfaction is putting it mildly when he drops a hand to his own bulge and squeezes.
I did that to him.
With an untamable grin, I zip myself back up and throw on the tank top. “I haven’t worn my packer around you yet, have I?”
His gaze is overwhelmingly hungry, like he’s seconds away from saying fuck it to his shift and finding a dark corner to dick me down in.
I’d be game.
He throws his head back and groans. “I want to play with that later.”
You can play with me however you want, big boy.
Wow, okay; horny Matty is to the extreme tonight it seems. I haven’t felt this kind of need coursing through me since that first year I’d been on hormones.
I want more of it.
Elias is a motherfucking tease, and even though I saw it coming, I wasn’t prepared for just how deep the jealousy and desire would hit.
The strip club is popular, because getting one of the seats near the stage is practically impossible. There were booths available, but I felt a little out of place in them. So, I settled for a seat at the bar, and when Elias’ music started and he stepped onto the floor?
Holy fuck the electricity in the room shot straight through my veins. He scanned the whole crowd. Looking for me. And when his eyes finally landed on me and I’d tipped my silly little club soda at him, he’d lit up like a Christmas tree.
At some point, he must have decided that there was too much distance between us, because he started going through the crowd, throwing me little looks every time he barely touched someone.
It had his desired effect, because now I’m sitting here with fire roaring in my belly and a current of need raging in my groin.
The music cuts out, and Elias’ voice booms through the room, “I always get to pick one fun thing to try out before the end of my set, and we all know I love a good lap dance, don’t we?”
The women shout, raising their hands like school girls, but Elias only chuckles, scanning the crowd before flicking his gaze over to me.
He wouldn’t.
“But we also know how much I love putting on a show.”
Oh, he would.
“I’ve got a friend who would be breathtaking on this stage. Who could use a little relief—” this fucker winks at me “—and I think he’d enjoy me taking him apart for you.”
My pants are uncomfortably tight and wet, dying to get Elias’ hands on me. His stare pierces me from across the room, and soon heads are turning, searching for the man he’s calling out to.
One big, sexy grin is all it takes to make me melt on the spot. That and how fucking hot he looks in his stripper get up, the mesh shirt tossed aside who knows how long ago.
“Get over here, Princess,” he calls, making a few of the girls giggle. “I don’t have all night.”
Taking one last sip of my drink—because after that display my mouth is parched—I hop off the stool and wade through the room like I’m not about to hit my breaking point.
The flirting and flittering touches since the diner have reared me up, have strung a thrum of excitement into my core that is near bursting.
There won’t be anymore waiting after this. Elias is going to do his damnedest to drive me out of my mind, and then the moment we’re alone, I’m going to ride him until we’re both too sore and spent to even think about cleaning up.
I get settled in the metal chair at the center of the stage, all eyes in the room at least flickering to me as they gaze at Elias.
He’s only in his belt now, a sheen of sweat and mist all along his bare torso.
He swings a wide smile at me and positions himself at my front, reaching over my shoulders to grip the top of the chair, which results in him towering over me.
If my jeans could get any tighter, they would.
“Before we start, do I have permission to touch you, sir?”
The heat in my gut swirls into a blaze, licking at my composure and turning it to ash.
“Anywhere you want.”
There are obviously professional and legal rules to what he can actually do to me, but I’m down for anything and everything within those perimeters.
Sounds like the ladies in the crowd are, too.
Elias grins and leans down so his lips touch my ear right below my aid. “The women go feral for a little guy on guy action.”
I’m about to go feral for some guy on guy action. Specifically Elias on me.
“No touching unless I put your hands there,” he says a little louder for the audience’s benefit.
Then his eyes are back on me, and his hands come down to stroke slowly over my thighs “Would you be okay to lose the pants?” His voice is soft now, only for me. “I have plans.”
I’m no stranger to being in front of a crowd in my underwear. I wear my body with pride, but it makes me feel so damn warm and happy to hear the concern in his voice.
Without answering, I go straight for the button and zipper—taking in the cheering from all around us—and lift my ass off the chair to shuck the jeans and my shoes off my feet. I quickly readjust my packer, drawing Elias’ gaze and a quiet moan.
This is going to be torture for him.
Licking his lips, Elias tugs on the back of the chair, instantly sliding me forward so his thighs bracket my body. The show of strength really does something for me, and the smokey, heat-filled grin he brushes down the side of my face tells me that he knows it.
It’s going to be torture for me, too.