Zane sprinted over to me and hopped the railing, pinning me against the wall of the stage. One of his hands went up my skirt, where he discovered I wasn’t wearing any panties and I felt the groan in his chest.
“I should drag you out on that stage and let them all see what a slut you are,” he growled in my ear, barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
He worked my clit, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, that wasn’t much more than a glorified bra, until he finally just ripped my shirt open to get to my nipple.
“I’m not going back out there until you come,” he yelled in my ear.
Onstage, Kelly started to thump the low, slow rhythm that opened the song, but he’d keep going until Zane came back out. When Zane didn’t appear, he glanced over to where he’d last seen him and locked eyes with me in the dim light.
He had to know what was happening, knew exactly where Zane’s fingers were, and that knowledge was what pushed me over the edge. I came apart on Zane’s hand as he looked over to see what I’d been watching.
I tugged him closer, putting my mouth against his ear so he could hear me. “I want to fuck Kelly.”
He pulled back to look at my face, like he couldn’t quite believe I’d finally told him what I wanted. His expression was pure joy.
He leaned closer again to yell, “That’s fine. But I want to watch.”
I pretended to let my knees buckle at how turned on I was by that and the corners of his eyes crinkled in a smile.
He looked down at the torn front of my crop top and grinned. “Guess you’re going to be holding that together.”
For years, I’d been too determined to be polite, eager to fit in. Zane brought out the fire in me.
I let go of the edges of my top and let my tits spring free. “Am I?”
The crowd was screaming for Zane to come out and Kelly kept looking over his shoulder as he dutifully continued to thump out the beat.
Zane ripped his shirt off and pulled it down over my head. It was damp with sweat, so it clung to my nipples and the way Zane looked at them hungrily had me ready to drop to my knees on the side of the stage to beg him to fuck me this time.
With another grin and a quick kiss, he grabbed his guitar and sprinted back out onto the stage.
The crowdmelted downat the sight of him shirtless playing two of their favorite songs.
He was sex incarnate, body arching over his guitar as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the music.
I looked at Kelly, equally lost in a drum sequence so fast I could barely track his sticks. Nothing about my work made me feel like that.
Escorting was the only work I’d ever felt that kind of passion for. Sex was my music, the thing I couldn’t get out of my head, the thing I wanted to awaken other people with.
I’d wasted far too many years trying to meet other people’s expectations.
Zane told me I needed to decide what I wanted. I wanted an impossible, immature, ridiculous dream where I could have it all, keep what I’d built and escort when I wanted.
More than anything else, I wanted Zane.
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ZANE
Now
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“You’re inviting Kelly over right now?”
The incredulous look on Maia’s face was adorable. She was acting nervous, but she couldn’t hide the excitement beneath it.
“You see a reason to wait?” Time wasn’t our friend and she was just going to overthink it if we waited. Besides, the high from doing our first stadium show in a while was making me feel invincible.
