Fuck. Me. Dead.
I can still feel it,the ghosting of her.
I keep my eyes on her and my hands to myself when a circular podium pushes her a few feet into the air above us.
My neck tilts back as it begins to revolve slowly before me. Her knees are closed as she rests her ass on her feet, and I find myself swallowing hard when she curls her fingers around the glittered edge and gazes down at me with her glassy eyes. Only her chin stays slightly raised.
It’s a clear picture of defiance, and a shiver settles beneath my skin.
She’s furious.
And she’s going to eat me alive.
Cherry leans back, resting her weight on her left hand, and spreads her legs. Two fingers move to her mouth where she licks over them in one sweep of her tongue and places them between her legs. She brushes them over her center slowly, dragging her open palm up her torso, over her ribs before fisting her breast. Her head flies backward, and she starts to roll her hips.
Pure need for this girl is all I feel as it skitters down my spine.
I’ve always been fucked with her.
Iknew he’d be here.
And I was ready for it.
That’s why I decided to start the show a little differently today. It was just me, perched on the revolving black podium.
I wanted to play with him, the same way he played with my fucking heart.I wanted to breathe hope across his lips before tearing it away.
So, as I peer down at him, my hardened eyes locked on his deep blue, I lick my fingers and run them over my cunt slowly. My chest is heaving through adrenalized pants, but I exaggerate it as I curl my bottom lip behind my top teeth and touch myself.
You left me.
I make sure to scream my silent words, pierce them into him with the sharpness of my gaze. I’m surprised by how eerily calm I am, even though my pulse flutters in my neck uncontrollably.
It kind of sucks that he looks better than he ever has. His golden curls are a little longer, his blue eyes deeper, lips fuller. He’s in a white t-shirt that sits tight over his muscled chest, a light denim shirt thrown over the top with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The thick veins on his tanned forearms are exposed as they dance their way across his soft skin. His usuallight denim jeans have been swapped out for slashed black ones, and he has a pair of what look like black high-top Chucks tied at his ankles.
He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and a shiver jolts down my spine when he gives me what looks like a grimace of a smile.
Asshole.
I’m still arched backward, my left hand behind me when I push to my toes and fall into a back bend. The podium still spins, my red locks spilling over it as I force all of my weight into my cherry-red pointe shoes. My right fingers drift up the side of my body, skating delicately over the perimeter of my face before tracing back down my throat. I squeeze the canal tightly, then I slide my open palm down my chest and over my stomach as I keep my head backward but bring my body forward, my knees bending with the movement. Though I’m still on my toes, my legs spread. I whip my hair in two sharp flicks in front of me before sending my ass in the air, then drop to my knees with a powerful thud.
The podium has returned to stage level, and I spin around on my knees, opening and closing them like a wave, my hair whipping with each movement before I drop onto my back and extend my arms above my head. I curl my fingers around the sparkling stage and drag my weight to the edge. Hanging my head over the drop, my gaze clashes with Harlen’s challenging one, and before I can think better of it, I throw my body into a backward flip, landing right in his lap.
The entire crowd screams. Cameryn is beside Harlen, and I can see her clapping out of my peripheral vision, Tyler shoves his fingers in his mouth to whistle. My feet are pointed in my shoes as I spread my legs and snatch up Harlen’s hands. I run one up my thigh while dragging the other over my obliques, between my breasts and to my throat.
I flick my hair, throwing my head backward and resting my skull on Harlen’s shoulder when hesqueezes my throat.
Goosebumps run wild across my pale flesh, and I suck in a sharp breath.
He knows exactly how to touch me,he always did.
Arching my back, my clit grinds down over the swell in his jeans. He’s as hard as a rock, and I can feel him trembling beneath me.
It’s not from nerves, though. I already know that.
Harlen doesn’t get nervous.
He’s fighting the blazing flames that want to own me right here,right now.
