Kane’s hand moved under my shirt and bra, cupping my bare skin and setting it ablaze. My nipples were peaked points as he nipped at my neck and shoved two fingers into my pussy.
“I–”
“Tell me.”
Kane thrust his fingers and curved them, and at the angle he had, he hit the spot Lucas had been searching for.
“Oh, fuck,” I said as I arched my back and ground on Kane’s hand. His palm rubbed my clit, pushing me closer to the edge.
“That’s not the right answer.” Kane rolled my nipple with his fingers and gave it a little tug. “You didn’t come because you like your fucks dirty. You like them to hurt.”
“Y–yes,” I gritted as my body writhed under his touch.
He dropped my tit and wrapped my dark hair around his fist, pulling my head back as he worked his fingers in my heat. I rode his hand like a fucking bull and cried out when my orgasm overtook all sense and logic in my brain.
Kane pulled his fingers out and slowly licked them clean as I adjusted my panties back into place and straightened my skirt.
“You see Matthews, that’s how you get a woman to come.”
I didn’t doubt Kane could get a woman to come on command (whether she was warmed up for the last twenty fucking minutes or not) because he had plenty of experience. I was one of the few females at Castle Grove Prep he hadn’t painted with his jizz–including the faculty.
Lucas looked uncomfortable as he jumped from the desk and rubbed his crotch. I could tell he was trying to decide if jerking off to Kane finger-fucking me was a good idea. It most certainly was not, and luckily the jock was smart enough to realize that. He mumbled something about “doing this again” before bolting for the door.
“Don’t bother,” Kane yelled at his back. “Stay the fuck away, Matthews.”
I rolled my eyes as I tried to make myself presentable for the rest of the day, which wouldn’t be easy considering the top three buttons of my shirt were gone.
“Why the fuck would you let a toolbag like that eat your pussy?” Kane glared, all indication of desire long gone. “How long had he been at it? Fifteen minutes?”
“How long were you watching? And that’s none of your business. It’s not my fault he didn’t know how to do it right. I tried to show him but he wouldn’t stop telling me how hot I was.”
Guys who needed to tell women that shit all the time…not appealing. At all. Tell me I’m smart. Tell me I’m beautiful. Tell me I have a mean right hook. Don’t fucking call me hot thinking I’ll fall on my knees for you.
Ain’t gonna happen.
I smoothed my hair in the compact mirror I kept in my purse while Kane kept his grumpy glare on me. “So, did you need something?”
“You have a job tonight.”
My lips flattened into a line as I slammed the compact shut. “I have plans.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Gonna have to rearrange your schedule. You’re on at nine.”
I was onmeaning on stage. I worked at a club downtown called Ethereal. It was owned by Kane’s dad who was my dad’s boss. Which evidently made him my boss. Ever since I was old enough to be used by the higher-ups in Gio Moretti’s business, I became a hot commodity.
“Find someone else to do it,” I snapped as I stepped into Kane’s personal bubble, trying not to breathe in his spicy, masculine scent.
Kane was sexy–and he fucking knew it. Tanned skin, dark hair, tattoos and muscles for days. He had at least eight inches of height on me when I wasn’t wearing heels, bringing him in at about 6’ 3”.
His ego was even bigger than that.
He clenched his jaw, a flash of anger in his eyes, and replaced his frown with a smirk, touching my cheek with the fingers that were inside me a few minutes ago. “You don’t have a choice.”
I slapped his hand away and narrowed my eyes, knowing damn well he was right. That cocksure smile of his made me want to punch him–earth-shattering orgasm be damned.
At Ethereal, I was one of two things. I was either the girl who sang on the main stage for a crowd of tipsy twenty-somethings in a glorified version of karaoke, belting out covers to my favorite songs. Loving every minute of the spotlight.
Or I was upstairs, prancing around in lingerie for middle-aged men, dancing my anger away on a pole or in a cage. Hating every second of my existence. The only silver lining of the second situation was what I got to do afterwards.