“Fuck, Dree. You’re soaking.” I flick my tongue over her clit, and she jumps with a cry.
“You only have to look at me and I get wet.”
I groan, and run my tongue over her, and then thrust it into her pussy. When I look up at her, she’s wearing an expression of unabashed, open-mouthed lust.
“That’s my horny Priestess,” I murmur, and then go back to her clit.
Dree splays her hand against the wall next to her as pleasure rolls through her body. She’s so sensitive that every flick of my tongue seems to be driving her closer to her peak. She grasps my hair as her cries grow louder. Sweet baby. I’m impatient to slide myself inside her, but I want to make her come like this first. She’s just so cute when she’s writhing against my tongue. She reaches her climax and I press her legs wider, feeling her shudder and her body arch into me.
I get to my feet and gaze down at her, flushed and naked, tendrils of hair escaping her neat bun. Neat until a few minutes ago. I dig in my pocket for a condom and enjoy watching her watch me pushing down my sweats and rolling it on.
“You brought a condom to dance class?” she asks with a breathless smile.
“Have to when the teacher is so banging.” Her laugh turns into a moan as I grasp my cock and sink into her. She’s tight as hell from her orgasm and I take my time thrusting shallowly, feeling her stretch around me.
Dree works her hand down into my sweats and strokes my balls as I thrust. I close my eyes and press my forehead against hers. “Fuck, that’s good, baby.”
Spanking her and saying dirty, harsh things is hot as hell, but watching her enjoy herself touch me is just as good. Her slender fingers stroke my thighs and then encircle the base of my cock.
“Pretty fingers. Pretty girl,” I murmur brushing my lips over hers. I up the pace, fucking her deep, needing to see her lose it again.
Just before she comes, she whimpers, “Hurt me.”
I pinch her clit. Hard. Dree screams at the top of her lungs. She doesn’t say anything, safe word or otherwise, so I go on squeezing as I pound into her, holding her prisoner with the tips of my fingers. The look on her face sends me over the edge and I burst deep inside her, feeling her ripple along my length.
I brace my hands against the wall on either side of her head as I catch my breath. Keeping her to myself just a few moments longer. She looks drunk. A perfect, woozy little pixie.
“Great class, teacher.”
Dree laughs weakly and shimmies to the edge of the table. Reluctantly, I pull out and let her go. I shove the knotted condom and wrapper in my pocket and straighten up my clothes as she drags her tights and leotard back on.
I have to go back to everything that’s needing my attention today, and I can’t take her with me. I can’t even talk about her the way I want to, which is still bugging me.
“I know you don’t want everyone to know about this, but can I tell the guys? I’m not used to keeping secrets from them.”
There’s that, and there’s also the fact that they’ve all noticed how pretty Dree is. Wes especially enjoys keeping her company while I’m locked up in the sound booth or in meetings. He wouldn’t be so openly interested if he knew she was my girl.
“But what would you even tell them? That we’re having kinky sex?”
“Is that all this is?” I say, eyes narrowed. “Who says so?”
“We said so.”
“I didn’t say anything of the kind.”
Dree pushes loose strands of hair back into her bun. “We’re sneaking around your house and having secret sex. That doesn’t seem like anything I want to tell my friends.”
I fold my arms and glare down at her. She’s more than a foot shorter than me and a hell of a lot smaller, but that doesn’t seem to intimidate her. “Are you ashamed of me?”
“Of course not. I’m a private person, which you already know.”
“Privacy is for strangers, not close friends. This is my band.”
“God, you’re so pushy.”
Yeah. I get that a lot. It’s just the way I am and I’m not about to change that any time soon. “I’m pushy about the things that matter.”
Her expression softens. Just for a split second, but I catch it. She likes that she matters.
“Yes, I know. You mean everything you say and that’s what I like about you. But that’s scary, too. You could utterly destroy me if you wanted to.”
She didn’t think of playing with fire and choose fire as her safe word because she’s obsessed with feeling secure. It’s exciting for her to dance with her own destruction.