Not meeting my stare, she grazed her nails down until she brushed a single fingertip over the outside of my briefs. Both of us gasped.
“Fuck,” she hissed, wrenching her eyes up to me. She was back, the live wire that seemed to battle with herself. Pulling her hand away, she covered her mouth.
I made myself swallow down my urge to rip her hand away and kiss her. “If you wanted to know how I smelled,” I said, crawling forward until my bulge was an inch from her face, “There are better ways.”
Figuring out what I was implying, she whipped her hand away from her lips. The insult that was on her tongue dissolved. Zoe was fixated on my cock, the black cloth shifting when I writhed.
“Do you want to see it?” I asked, my voice low and soft.
“No,” she said, and it was a poor lie.
“Fine.” Jerking myself through the material, I grinned at how red she turned. She sat there and watched, unwilling to look away, unwilling to stop me. My plan was to turn her on until she buckled.
I'd decided I was going to fuck her, there was no way around it. My need was maddening, and I was not a man to shy away from his desires. However, touching myself was making my lower belly tingle. At this rate, I'd lose my edge.
Reluctantly, I let go of my cock. Hunching over Zoe, I nuzzled the hollow of her throat. My ears flooded with the glorious sound of her whimper. “This... isn't much of a dance,” she mumbled weakly.
“Sure it is.” Kissing her skin, I tasted her sweat. My teeth scraped, drawing out another gasp. “Our bodies are still moving, still reacting.” Sliding lower, I captured her chin and put my ear to her shoulder. “Beautiful, your heart is pounding.”
“So is yours.” It was a frail accusation.
The music thumped. I copied it, rubbing my pelvis over hers to the beat. “You're right, my heart is going wild. Know why?” Against my cheek, Zoe shook her head. “It's because you're getting me hot. Feel how hard my cock is?” I slid it along her inner thigh until she groaned. “That's the sign of a good lap-dance. You're making me crazy, babe. Fuck.”
Zoe adjusted; soon, she was grinding her pussy on me. We were dry humping in Eliza's bed. I hoped she didn't kill me for this. “Is this really okay?” Zoe asked, never slowing her rocking body.
“Feels more than okay to me.” Her raspy panting filled my skull. This wasn't a dance anymore, no way. I was seconds away from tearing her panties aside and shoving my swollen length deep into her cunt.
Under me, Zoe went stiff. “What was that?”
“My cock, doll. Please don't tell me you're a virgin.”
“No,” she snapped, shoving at me until I sat up. “Listen, in the hall.”
Without her dulling my senses, the noises outside the door became obvious. Voices were talking, muffled and growing angrier. Something was happening, and it pissed me off because it was interrupting my fun.
Eliza's voice was clear as day. “I said get the fuck out! I'm not paying you!”
Shit. Well, there went my good mood. Hopping off the bed, I eyed Zoe, caught her fiddling with her dress. “Sorry to cut this short. Believe me.”
She slid off the mattress, smoothing her hair. “It's fine. I'm coming, wait for me.”
“You aren't coming,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “That's precisely why it's not fine.” Zoe blushed, getting my meaning. It was almost enough to cheer me up as I wrenched out into the hallway.
Eliza was standing there, face to face with a man I hadn't met before. He was almost as tall as me, a jacked up dude in a tight white shirt and a black bow-tie. At the end of the hall, the other girls were gathered, gazing on in fear and worry.
The instant I appeared, all eyes shot to me. “Huck!” Eliza cried, pointing at the man. “Get this asshole out of here!”
“What's the problem?” I asked, sensing Zoe stepping close behind me.
The man in the bow-tie wrinkled his nose, looking me up and down. I was wearing just my briefs, but I wasn't ashamed. I just winked at him and grinned fiercely.
“This is the joker you replaced me with?” He scoffed, folding his arms. “I wasn't even that late!”
“You never responded to my last five phone calls, Kit!” Eliza's hands squeezed her round hips. “I had to cancel, it looked like you wouldn't show!”
Kit raised his chin, trying to intimidate Eliza. I knew her, though. It took way more than that to make my old friend nervous. “You booked me, now I'm here. Pay me the five hundred.”
Before she could say another word, I stepped up. My chest brushed Kit's, making him take a step back. “Listen, the nice lady asked you to leave. How about you get the fuck out of here, before things get messy?”
Grimacing, the guy considered me once more. He took in my casual stance, my amused smile. I was a half-naked man in extremely good shape, but my body language screamed I was no threat. I should have been a being of pure hot rage. And I wasn't.
Let me explain.
You see, with my semi-hard-on gone, my balls still buzzed in frustration. There was a poison in me called 'disappointment.' This fucker had interrupted what I'd been about to do to one lovely red-head.
God, I could still smell her—knew she was standing mere feet away.
I looked like I wasn't a threat because I wanted him to think that. I was spoiling for a fucking fight. Nothing starts one faster than a petty man who thinks he has the advantage and aims to shake down some money.
“Back the hell up, dude,” Kit said, his hand shoving out at my shoulder. “This has to do with me and Eliza.”
My next smile was slow as the rising sun. I chafed where his hand had touched me. “Last chance, friend. Get your ass out that door. Let's not ruin the mood of this party.”
His lips were curling, some shitty insult no doubt ready to expel from his mouth. I was busy watching his hands. His feet. The asshole was doing exactly what I'd hoped for. Riled up and not worried about me, Kit had every intention of shoving me again. He'd never get that far.
Stepping to one side, I grabbed him by the shirt and threw him against the wall. Pictures shook but luckily didn't shatter on the floor. The hallway filled with shocked screams. Kit was shocked, too, and I liked that. Fear isn't as enticing as a writhing body on a bed, but it would have to do. “What the fuck!?” he shouted.
“I asked you nicely. Get your ass out the door.” His shirt ripped at the seams from how roughly I yanked him towards the front of the house. Eliza moved aside, shooting me a thankful smile as I passed. It was Zoe that had my attention, brief as it was.
Those blue eyes were twinkling with amazement. If her slack jaw and the hard lines of her nipples through her shirt were any indication—and I admit, I'm no Sherlock—she was still turned on from when I'd been grinding on her.
Under me, Kit was twisting, arguing. Fueled by my new burst of energy, I dragged him to the door. “Wait!” he gasped, futilely trying to stop us with his heels. I just kicked at his legs, ignoring his wince. “What about my money? Eliza owes me for this gig! It's in the contract!”
On the threshold, I paused. Wrenching Kit upwards, I held him in front of me. Every muscle fiber was tensed, every inch of me that could knot up was doing so. “You had a contract?” I asked, shaking him once.
“Yes! She owes me five hundred bucks!” I could see the droplets of sweat on his forehead. Kit was terrified, and with good reason. I'd handled him like he was a bag of potatoes. The disgust in my green eyes was rampant. “Look—it's just how it is. Okay? She owes me the money. She has to pay, or else.”
I tilted my head. “Or else, I like that phrase. How about this. You get the fuck out of my sight, or else I shove this contract of yours so far up your ass you'll choke on it.”
His mouth fell open. “I—I mean, it's a digital contract, so you couldn't—”
In one smooth motion, I threw him over the steps and into the yard. Luckily, he missed one of the plastic reindeer Eliza must have set-up to show her Christmas spirit. Grunting, Kit stumbled in the grass. On hands and knees, he took one look back at me.