Page 52 of Level Up

I arched a brow and licked my bottom lip. “I’m going to need some proof of this special ability.”

“Maybe I can try it later tonight,” Jay said, head cocked and those bright hazel puppy eyes looking so fucking devilish.

“You’re already making me hard.”

“Good,” he said.

The crowd was packed around us, everyone chatting with their own group of friends or making out with their dates (or random hookups).

No one paid any attention to us, so no one saw Jay reach down and rub my stiffening dick.

My toes curled inside my sneakers.

“Naughty boy,” I growled into his ear.

He smiled. I made myself throb against his palm. His smirk turned to a smoldering fire.

I licked my lips. “Want to put the show on hold? Let’s go fuck like rabbits in a bathroom stall.”

“As hot as that sounds… I do kinda want to watch the show with you.”

I grinned wide. Kissed him, drinking in his taste. “Honestly, that does sound perfect. I’m having way too much fun being out with you. I figure blowing my load all over your ass can wait.”

“Yeah, but don’t wait too long.” He kissed me back, his lips curled into a smile. My hands went to his cheeks, holding him.

This. This was paradise.

We watched the queens perform, all of them making the crowd go equally as wild. We stayed embracing the entire time. Sometimes switching around so that we both got to experience each other’s boners.

The energy in the room was electric. The dance moves were impressive, the lip-synching was spotless, and the contagious feeling of freedom spread through the room.

When the show was over, Jay and I decided to drift to one of the bars surrounded by fake palm trees. The leaves were a mixture of pastel pink, baby blues, and whites. I ordered us another round of drinks, and we leaned against the bar, talking about the show. It felt so easy and effortless between us.

“Have you ever done drag?” I asked him.

“Twice. Once was obviously Halloween, the drag queen’s national holiday, and another was for a friend’s birthday.”

I smiled at that. I could already see Jay stealing the show. “What was your drag name?”

“Rosey Bush.” He flashed a wide smile and started cracking up. “I ended up having a reveal where I lifted up my skirt and showed a tiny little rosebush right above my tuck.”

That had me breaking down. I could already picture it. And then another question popped into my head. “Whoa, wait, how does that work? Because I’ve seen you naked. That looks very hard to hide.”

“And you better hope it doesn’t get hard when you’re trying to hide it.”

More laughter. I had an arm around Jay’s back, resting on the bar. His hip pushed against mine, his body fitting so perfectly. “It’s actually not that difficult,” he said. “You just kinda pop your balls back into your body, pull your dick back toward your butt, grab the tape, and bam. You’re tucked.”

I crossed my legs and winced. “That sounds like it’s painful.”

“Not really. Taking off the tape is probably the most painful part.”

“Damn,” he said. “I still think I’ll leave it to the professionals.”

“Speaking of,” Jay said, turning his attention to the big-chested blond bombshell who strutted toward the bar. “Maliboob! You are literally amazing,” he said, capturing Maliboob’s attention. “Such a great show.”

She flipped a wave of blond hair over her shoulder and winked at Jay. “Oh, sweetie, thank you.”

“Can we buy you a drink?” I offered. Seeing her up close and off the stage made her seem even more queen-like. Her hair was big, her makeup was flawless, and her dress seemed tailored to the nines. Her neck dripped in silver necklaces that played with the shiny material of her pink dress.

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