Judging by his tone…I'm not sure I want to wait for it. But I lock eyes with Sophie, and wait.
It takes all of four bars for me to decide this performance is absolutely not going forward.
Jesus H. Christ.
I'm not sure which of us is on our feet first, but before the girls even get to the part of the song where they announce that a woman let them put their penis inside her, Tye, Sidney, and I are all wading toward the stage, matching looks of grim determination on our faces.
The girls dart around, trying to evade us, laughing while trying to belt the risque lyrics into their microphones.
I manage to corner Sophie.
"Hey, Captain." She grins. "Whatcha doing?"
"Stopping this shitshow, ballerina."
She tries to run, but I grab her, hauling her up over my shoulder. She just squeals, trying to fight me for the microphone.
"This performance is over," I announce into the mic as soon as I pry it from her grip, earning jeers and shouts from the crowd. Briggs is pounding the table, laughing so hard, he's crying. I can't wait for that asshole to fall in love. I really can't.
Sophie just laughs, harder than I've ever seen her laugh.
She's still laughing when I jump down from the stage and carry her out, not stopping until we're on the elevator.
I flip her upright in my arms, pressing her up against the wall. Her wild eyes meet mine before my lips are on hers, silencing her laughter.
I don't stop kissing her until the elevator shudders to a stop, and then she's in my arms again, her legs around my waist as we stumble toward my room. Somehow, I get the door open, only for her to land against it a second later.
"Sing it now, ballerina," I growl, my hand between her legs, ripping her soaked panties from her body.
"I just had se…oh," she moans, arching against me. "That feels so good."
I growl against her throat, so in love with her, I can't see straight. I can't feel anything but her. I'm not even sure I'm breathing right now.
That doesn't stop me from fucking her with my fingers until she's begging me to let her come.
I don't.
I make her take my cock out instead.
One hand tangles in her hair, forcing her head back as I line up at her entrance.
"I love you," I rasp.
She goes still—that dancer's stillness again. And then I'm inside her where I belong.
Her whole body bows off the door, her arms clutching my neck, her thighs squeezing my ribs like she's trying to break me. I want her to, if only to prove to the entire world that I belong to this woman.
She's so wet that I bottom out on the first stroke.
The look on her face nearly undoes me. She's all fire and wild abandon, her mouth open, her eyes frantic and greedy. So fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.
I fuck her hard, every deep thrust a promise that I'm never letting her go.
Her head thumps against the wood, but she just moans louder, biting my shoulder until she draws blood.
"Harder," she pants, the word more a plea than a command.
I give her everything. I let go of all the restraint I've held back since the first moment I saw her. The door rattles with every pounding thrust, her nails scoring my shoulders.