He’d meant to draw the scene out, drag Becca’s anticipation on for as long as possible. As always, the little minx turned the tables on him and managed to grasp the upper hand by triggering his jealousy. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her since she’d left the dressing room and taken her place under the lights. She was beautiful. When she’d begun to touch herself, Parker had feared embarrassing himself in front of the two men waiting to take their turn onstage. Though he’d tried to relieve some of the pressure earlier—he and Becca masturbating in front of each other before the show—that climax had only whetted his desire for more. His cock was throbbing, rock hard. The crowd at Scoundrels was definitely going to get an eyeful tonight if he couldn’t find a way to rein it in. While his jeans were relatively loose, if he didn’t get this erection under control, there wasn’t going to be a person in the place unaware of his state. Not that hard cocks were exactly unusual on this stage.
