“It’s not happening,” Ethan said, making a show of trying again to get himself going. “I’m telling you, I can’t perform with an audience.”
“Please,” the girl said, her face tilted up toward Lane.
The least sympathetic person in the room, Lane’s eyes flashed to the girl’s face, cool fury gracing his features. “What did I say about that mouth of yours?” Then, taking a step toward the girl, he took her jaw roughly in his hand. “I think I have a solution to your little problem, Jackie. And it solves my obedience problem as well. Girl, turn and face Jack.”
Well, that made him nervous. The girl unsteadily turned around, cautiously glancing up at him through the curtain of coppery brown hair that fell in her face.
“It’ll be your job to get Jackie here up to the occasion. I warned you about that mouth, but you can’t seem to keep it shut, so we might as well put it to good use.”
Oh God, he couldn’t mean… Ethan shook his head before he could stop himself. “No way, she’ll bite it off.”
“No, she won’t,” Lane said calmly, extracting the gun Ethan had been wondering about from his waistband and pointing it at the girl’s temple. She whimpered, her face crumpling, and Ethan felt like a monster, even though none of it was his fault.
“On your knees,” Lane directed.
The girl dropped to her knees, tears glistening in her eyes.
Ethan struggled to keep it together. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t. More aware of how trapped he was than ever before,
he glanced around the room, pondering what kind of chance he had of making it out alive if he grabbed the girl and started shooting. Assuming Lane didn’t shoot him first, since he already had his gun at the ready.
Not good chances.
Even if he did, he’d be marked a traitor and they’d come looking for him. The way he intended to exit, no one would ever know Jack didn’t actually exist.
He couldn’t put his family in potential danger, and he wasn’t ready to die.
Consequently, even though he hated himself, when she leaned in, reluctantly anchoring one hand on his hip, he watched her take his flaccid cock in her soft hand and start rubbing. When the traitorous little bastard sprang to life, he tilted his head back and groaned as she licked her lips and slowly closed her mouth over the length of him.
Just like that, his valid excuse evaporated.
Even trying to think about the onlookers didn’t make him go limp. The girl’s mouth and tongue were on the opposing team, and they were much more persuasive.
“All right,” Lane said sharply. “You don’t want to finish him off.”
The girl pulled back, her pale face wet, red splotches all over each cheek.
That helped a little, but he still had a fucking hard-on.
With one more thin smile, Lane told Ethan to get to it, and even though a piece of his soul died as he did, Ethan had no choice; he helped the girl up and turned her around—he didn’t want to look at her face while he did it—bent her over, and spread her feminine lips with his thumbs, easing the tip of his cock inside before stopping.
“Wait, I need a condom. I don’t have a condom.”
Ever helpful, Chuck pulled one out of his wallet and tossed it at him.
Swallowing back the bile that rose as the girl in front of him began to sob, Ethan withdrew the tip and slid the condom down over his penis.
Why couldn’t it just deflate? He should have tried harder to get into the oral so he could’ve finished in her mouth instead.
“Oh, fuck,” he practically hissed as he gradually pushed himself inside of her unwilling body. Holy fuck, was she tight. Grabbing her by the hips for leverage, he slowly pulled back out and then thrust forward with more force.
The girl cried out in pain, then sobbed even harder.
His cock softened a little at the sound. He rubbed his hand over her ass again, then moved his hand between her legs, wishing she was even the slightest bit wet to ease his passage. Since she wasn’t, he located her clit and stimulated the little bundle of nerves. Her body shuddered and he heard her gasp, so he kept rubbing it, for a split second enjoying the sound of her helpless little moans, then he caught himself, remembering the circumstances and feeling like a sack of shit.
“This isn’t for her,” Lane reminded him. “Don’t spoil the bitch.”
Fucker. But Ethan stopped, not wanting to piss Lane off, repositioning one hand on her ass and the other on her hip.