Kellan swears beside us, but I keep my focus on El, knowing we’re being watched. Voices talk behind us, shocked gasps, and insults.
Are they recording this?
Tears fill my eyes at the thought of more videos of me plastered over the school’s social media, but I blink them away.
Eli’s hands fly up to grip my waist. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I bridge the gap between us, and tease his mouth with mine, but don’t kiss him. Instead, I whisper against his lips. “Lap dance, but I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Can he hear the panic in my voice?
I’m scared of getting this wrong and then paying the price for my failure.
Eli’s tongue flicks out, licking across my lips, and then he smiles. It turns the skull on his face even more monstrous.
“Fuck me with your clothes on, Kitten.” His voice is a raspy whisper, and my body comes alive.
Sin.
Eyes screwed shut, I focus on that thought. That’s who I’m dancing for. Not Eli, but my lover in the dark—Sin. My movements slow, I undulate over the hard ridge pressing up behind the zipper of his pants. The fact that he’s turned on by what I’m doing only feeds my body’s need to please him. Rubbing my breasts against his chest, I grow wet with excitement.
“That’s it, Kitten,” Sin whispers. “Just like you’re riding my dick.”
I tangle my fingers in the hair at the back of his head, and moan, tipping my head back. The fingers gripping my hips flex, and he takes control of my actions, guiding me.
Chapter 11
Eli
I can feel the heat of her pussy against my dick. Her nipples, diamond-hard, are clearly outlined through the front of her dress. I’m torn between the desire to push her panties to one side and fuck her where we sit, and the pain slicing through my heart at the memories playing in my head.
I’ve been here before, a girl in white on my lap, desperately trying to make me hard.
“Fuck me, Eli. Right here. Right now.”
“You don’t want me, Zoey. Not this way.”
I shake my head, displacing the ghost voices, and focus on Arabella’s face. The girl on my lap right now doesn’t need to try to make me hard. All she has to do is touch me.
Her blue eyes are dark, locked on me, as she moves. Her hips roll, dipping and grinding as though she’s riding my dick. The fingers in my hair tighten, and she pulls my head back so she can lower hers and lick up my throat. Her teeth sink into the lobe of my ear, and then her tongue licks the sting away. My hand slides from her hip, up her spine, and my fingers make contact with bare skin. She shivers beneath my touch, and I flatten my palm, forcing her closer to me.
I pull my head free from her grip and press my lips to the valley between her breasts. The scent of her perfume fills my nose, and I kiss my way over the curve of her breast, pushing my tongue beneath the material to flick against her nipple. Her breath hitches, and her back arches.
My fingers dig into the curve of her ass, pushing her down harder onto my dick. The hands around my neck slide over my shoulders and down my chest. She pushes herself back, writhing on my lap.
“Are you getting yourself off on my dick, Kitten?” I whisper, and goosebumps rise over her skin at my words. “Do you want to come? Right here?” The reason she’s on my lap is forgotten. I don’t care why she’s here, only that she is.
Small white teeth sink into her bottom lip and I move my hand, bringing it around to smooth up her leg beneath her dress. There are no panties to impede my progress and my fingers stroke over her pussy.
Her eyes fly up to meet mine when I push one finger inside her.
“Fuck me like you hate me, Kitten.” My thumb finds her clit and I circle it, flick it. My mouth finds her throat and I bite down. “Purr for me.”
Her lips part, and I push a second finger inside her, feeling her muscles clamp around me.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Come for me.”
Her movements are jerky, uncoordinated as she fucks my fingers right there in the ballroom. When her body tenses, I wrap my free hand around her neck and pull her mouth down to mine. Her cries are swallowed by my lips as she comes.