His lips brushed far too lightly and much too briefly over my mouth before moving down to trace along the column of my neck, causing me to groan and quiver as I turned my head to the side, allowing him easier access. His tongue licked along my collarbone, and goosebumps broke out over my flesh. I was so immersed in the sensations he was creating I hadn’t even noticed his hand had slid beneath me to unhook my bra until he yanked the garment off me.
“Alek…”
“Shhh,” he said with a smile and a look in his eyes that had my pussy clutching in expectation of what was to come.
Perhaps I should have been shocked this man did not immediately get down to the business of relieving his own need, but instead, he shifted position to prop himself up on one elbow while the index finger of his free hand traced along the outline of the tattoo on my breast. His touch was featherlight, and yet I felt a burning rivaling that of the needle that had entered my skin again and again to apply the ink.
“Tell me the story,” Alek said as his finger continued its journey. “Why a dove?”
He hadn’t asked why I’d gotten a tattoo, why I’d broken one of the unspoken cardinal rules for ballerinas. Instead, he simply asked why I’d chosen that particular one. I could lie and make up some story, but I didn’t.
“To set myself free,” I began softly. “The dove represents an end of the chaos and traumatic cycles I constantly felt swept up in. Once I accepted the only way to move forward was to stop and accept the mistakes of my past… I was ready for a time of renewal. It’s to remind me new beginnings are possible. That I can leave the ugliness and hurt behind.”
“And fly toward a new horizon,” Alek said softly a moment before his head lowered and he kissed the ink as gently as he’d traced it. “It’s a beautiful symbol for an incredible woman.”
My eyes welled, so I shut them. I’d given him a glimpse inside my heart but was not yet ready to allow him to see my soul.
I couldn’t be quiet… not when he touched my skin again, this time his tongue finding my nipple. I moaned his name again, back arching, breath coming in pants as his lips closed around my left nipple. As his tongue flicked across the throbbing bud, I could also feel the heat of his erection pressed against my stomach meaning he’d returned to the position of using both his palms to support his weight above me.
That was not where his cock belonged… not where I wanted it.
I attempted to rectify that fact, my legs useless as they were still tucked beneath me.
“No.”
The word was uttered against my breast, his teeth never releasing his treat, and yet it was said with an authority I couldn’t debate. Neither could I change my position with his weight pressing me down. That didn’t mean I couldn’t move. I arched my back and shifted my hips, his cock sliding against my skin, warmth telling me he was as aroused as I, his cock leaking pre-cum on my belly as his lips and tongue left wet heat against my nipples.
“More,” I said, making my own demand.
I hadn’t been lying when I said I didn’t want it soft. His warning had stirred my desire into a boiling cauldron.
I wanted it rough.
I wanted it dark and dirty.
I felt like there was a demon inside me, a raw animalistic side of me ready to spring free and rut with the panther I’d visualized this man as being. I’d begged him to make me feel something, and he was fulfilling that plea… still I needed more, so much more.
As his mouth moved down the valley between my breasts, tongue sliding along flesh burning hotter every moment, I slipped my hand between us. And the moment his lips closed around my right nipple, I closed my fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. His groan had my hand tightening around a girth that caused my pussy to throb.
God, he was big. Huge, hot, and so wickedly mean as he didn’t immediately move to slip inside me but only began to thrust his hips ever so slowly, fucking my fist even as he continued to taste, lick, and bite my breast.
Two could play this game.
Releasing my grip, I raked my nails down his length. Dancing required they be kept short and neatly manicured, but they still caused a reaction — just not the one I’d expected as I tried to take control of this little scene.
Before I could blink, Alek sat up, flipped me over onto my stomach, and slapped my ass hard. Taking hold of my hair, he yanked back and brought his lips to my ear. “This is my theater. You are on my stage. You may be my partner here, but make no mistake, I master every move, counter every action. You follow my lead, little girl,” he growled as his mouth moved to my neck and he sucked my flesh between his teeth.