“Come on, baby. No one’s here,” Jesus purred as he pushed Lafayette’s ass against the Merlotte’s pool table and ground against him. “Come on.”
“If I find out you be puttin’ some kind of witchcraft bullshit on me to get me to do this,” Lafayette said, but Jesus’ hand snaked between them and stroked Lafayette through his pants; Lafayette’s sarcasm was lost to a groan as Jesus smirked at him. How the fuck was Lafayette supposed to resist that smile… those lips?
“Come on,” Jesus repeated again. He sucked slow line down Lafayette’s neck before he turned him around and bent him over the pool table, hand still working his cock. “I want you to look over here during your shift tomorrow and get hard just thinking about me fucking you.”
Lafayette’s pink fingernails left half-moon tears in the felt of the table. He hoped Sam wouldn’t notice.