“Don’t stop,” I beg as Xander eases into me slowly. I’m sore, but this is worth the ache. His hips move into mine as his mouth dances over my breast. This position is new for me and even though I can feel him deep, I don’t like that I can’t touch him freely. I slide my hand under his arm and let my nails dig into his skin. This encourages him to move faster, and he does.
Xander pushes my shoulder and buries me into his bed, his chest heavy on my back until he sits back on his knees. His hands grip my hips, pulling them back to meet his thrust.
“Oh, God,” I pant out barely able to catch my breath. The sounds of heavy breathing, moaning and our skin slapping against each other turns me on. I move against him, creating more friction. His hands cup my breasts and his fingers pull on my nipples. I scream out in pleasure. With my breasts in his hand, he uses them as leverage to sit me up. My legs slide in between his and his hands guide me up and down. Xander presses his forehead to my back, allowing me to work against him.
When his finger touches my clit I’m done for. “Oh fuck,” he says against my skin. “I can feel you squeezing my dick.” His words and his touch are what I need to push me over the edge. I rock against him faster, more eager, forgetting that I’m sore as he rubs my clit.
“I’m…”
“I know, baby,” he says as he pushes me back down onto my hands and pumps in and out of me feverishly. Xander slams into me, screaming out as his cock pulses. His hips slow, but he still moves in me, making sure I’m fully sated.
I collapse in a heap, and he quickly follows alongside me. We’re both on our stomachs, looking at each other. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, but now is not the time. He’s likely, just like I am, going to say something stupid and ruin the moment. I know mine would be to tell him that he’s the best lover I’ve ever had, and I can’t get the sensation of the way his muscles move under my fingertips to leave my memory. I’ve tried, but to no avail.
“I need to shower,” he says, breaking the tension in the room. “I have to open the gym today. Care to join me?”
“At the gym?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows. The last time I was in his gym for a workout, but I got one that I wasn’t expecting.
“Both,” he tells me as he kisses my nose then mouth. “Come to work with me after we shower. There’s a room I use for storage that has mirrors in it. We could clean it out, and you can practice.”
I look at him questioningly. “Why didn’t you tell me about this room before?”
Xander shrugs. “Watching you work out the other night was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. No way in hell was I going to pass that up.”
I move to slap him on the chest, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into a searing kiss. He bites at my lower lip when he pulls away. “Come shower with me. Help me live out yet another fantasy.”
I laugh and watch his very fine-toned ass walk away from me. I get up and shuffle down the hall. He’s already in the shower with the water running when I enter the bathroom. “How many fantasies do you have?” I ask as I step in alongside him. He moves aside so that the hot water can wash over me.
“Hmm, let’s see,” he says as he lathers a bar of soap between his hands. I can’t help but think about how smooth his hands are going to be when he touches me. “There was the gym. Ever since I bought it, I’ve had that fantasy but would’ve never done anything about it… until you came along. What we just did, having you sit up against me like that, that was definitely one.” Xander’s hands start roaming. The softness of the soap and the roughness of his hands creates the most divine friction against my skin. My head falls back when he kisses my pelvic bone. I think about hitching my leg over his shoulder and grabbing the shower door to hang on, but I don’t want to come off as eager. He turns me around, and I miss my opportunity. “My other would be to have you in my shower, but I know you’re sore so maybe next time.” He bites my butt cheek and stands, ending the fun little game he was playing.
I turn around and look at him, he’s hard again and stroking himself. He doesn’t care that I’m watching, or that he’s doing it in front of me. I bite my lip and sink down to my knees. My hands cup his ass, and my fingers dig into his skin. His hand drops and my mouth takes over where his hand left off.
“Yeah, this is definitely a fantasy.”
I stand in the doorway and watch Yvie go through her dance routine. Today, she’s looking more like a ballerina than she did the other night. Her hair is up in a bun, just like the many pictures of her at Harrison’s house. She wears a black leotard, a piece of clothing that I am now very fond of. Yvie moves with such grace and poise, it’s easy to see how much she loves to dance. It’s also easy to see that she belongs on stage and that I should probably encourage her to not give up on her dream.
When the song ends, I start clapping. Pure joy spreads across her face. She walks, prances is more like it, and turns off her mp3 player.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Just a few minutes,” I say, stepping into the room. Yvie and I were able to move most of the stuff easily into the corner to give her enough space to dance. Once it was clean, and I pulled down the fabric cover on one of the walls, we realized that this room used to be used for dance. The wall is floor to ceiling with mirrors with existing brackets to hold a barre. I made the mistake of telling her that I’d get it cleaned up so that she had a place to practice. It didn’t escape my notice that her eyes shifted, a subtle reminder that she’s leaving yet again.
“Did you like what you saw?” she asks, as she twirls in the middle of the room. I walk up to her, and she stops in front of me. I take her hand and spin her around, once. Seeing her face light up from my one sorry dance move is worth being cheesy for a second.
“That’s pretty good, Mr. Knight. Is there a night of dancing in our future?”
I shake my head and place my hands on her hips. I pull her close and sway even though there’s no music playing. “I’m a mean slow dancer, but that’s about it.”
Yvie laughs and leans back, encouraging me to dip her. I do and welcome the feeling of her breasts brushing against me when I pull her up. “I could teach you how to dance,” she says, turning in my arms and leaning her back to my front. Her hips start to move against mine and her arm comes up and her hand cups the back of my neck as she grinds against me.
“If this is dancing, I could get used to it.” Yvie giggles and keeps us moving. I press my lips to her shoulder and continue to move along with her. I plan to take her out on a date while she’s here. Ralph’s throws a pretty big New Year’s Eve party, and 4225 West is playing. I’m sure she’ll want to watch her brother perform while she’s here.
As I kiss along her shoulder, all I can think about is taking her back to my house. When I get to her ear, I pull her lobe gently and whisper, “Will you be my date for Liam and Josie’s anniversary party tomorrow?”
She stops moving and turns in my arms. Her hands ghost up my arms, over my shoulders until her fingers are playing with the scruff on my face. I didn’t have time to shave this morning, and right now I’m enjoying the way her fingers feel against my skin.
“You know I have my own invite.”
“They don’t know you’re here,” I remind her. “We could show up together and surprise them.”