23
Sebastiano
The past week”s been a fucking nightmare. So, I’ve tried to keep my distance, to stay the hell away from her. Marie and Daren were on her tail, watching her like a hawk, and reporting back. But it”s like every day away from her gets more difficult than the last. And for some twisted reason, she”s the only thing that seems to calm me. It pisses me off, but at the same time, I kind of like having her around. Yeah, I’m a walking contradiction.
My dreams were nothing but her moans filling my ears, sounding sweet as hell when she massaged her pussy against that piece of wood. The image of her is like a damn inferno burning through my veins.
I try to push it away, to steer clear of the fire she ignites inside me, but that damn song repeats for what seems like hours.
Before I know it, I”m bursting” into the studio, a man on a mission with no plan in sight. Maybe drag her to dinner, maybe get her to apologize. Not me apologize to her, ready to spill my feelings like a fucking schoolgirl.But the moment I lock eyes with her, the fire in her gaze ignites something primal within me. Her pebbled nipples press against the fabric of that next-to-nothing one-piece, taunting me, daring me to give in. My self-control? Completely shot to hell.
I”m on her like a predator, no longer able to resist the pull she has on me. My hands roam hungrily over her, tracing every curve, every dip, as if I”m trying to imprint this as a core memory. And hell, I don”t even want to stop. My brain tells me to stay the fuck away, to focus on my title, to rid myself of her once and for all. But my dick tells me differently. All I need is one taste, one fuck, and I’ll be over her. At least, that”s what I keep telling myself.
I slam her against the ballet barre, pinning her between my body and the hard wood. Breaking the kiss, I growl in her ear, ”Ever been fucked senseless on one of these things?” A shiver runs down her spine, and her cheeks flush pink, not answering my question.
Fuck, she’s so responsive to my touch.
My hands travel lower, tracing the curve of her thighs before settling on the firmness of her ass. A low groan escapes her lips, mingling with the heated air of the gym. I lift her effortlessly onto the ballet barre, her toned legs wrapped tightly around me as if afraid I”ll disappear if she lets go.
I balance her atop the firm wood of the ballet barre. As I hold her steady with one arm around her waist, my hand leaves the curve of her ass, traveling in between us, not breaking the kiss.
She leans into me, another moan escaping her lips as I slip a finger under the seam. My finger lightly slides down her folds, feeling her juices trickle out of her throbbing cunt. ”Fuck, Piccolina! Is this all for me?” I whisper huskily.
”Mhmm,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. But I need more than just a sound; I need her words.
”Words, Piccolina,” I urge, my voice low and demanding. ”I need to hear you tell me.” I feel the way her body trembles with a mere brush of my fingertips. I could make her come right here, right now, barely touching her.
Her heart rate quickens as I begin to draw circles around her little bundle of nerves. Her back arches, and another moan escapes her lips. ”Yes... Bash––”
I interrupt her with a teasing smirk. ”What was that?” I ask, relishing the way she squirms beneath my touch.
My hand leaves her ass, trailing up her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch. ”Did you just give me a nickname?” I tease, relishing her response to my touch. She looks irresistible as she falls apart under me.
”I-I”m sorry, I didn”t mean to,” she stammers, her voice filled with desire. As I increase the intensity of my movements, she responds with fervor, her hips grinding against me.
”Don”t apologize,” I interject. ”I kinda like it,” I admit, a smirk gracing my lips.
Mia”s eyes flutter shut, lost in pleasure. I tighten my grip around her throat slightly, demanding, ”Eyes open. I want to watch you come undone, Piccolina.”
”Better yet, I want us both to watch,” I murmur, my voice dripping with a hunger, matching hers.
With a swift, decisive motion, I grip her waist and spin her around so that she”s facing the mirror, her back pressed against my chest. One hand wraps possessively around her throat, while the other slides down her body, in between her thighs. As my hand reaches the hem of her outfit, I brush it aside, offering an intoxicating view of her glistening pussy, laid bare for both of us to see. With her position in front of the mirror, every movement and every touch seems more amplified.
My fingers continue to rub circles around her clit, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, only hearing her soft whimpers of ecstasy. It doesn”t take long for her to find her release, her body trembling against mine as she comes on my fingers.
With my hand still wrapped around her throat, I tilt her head to the side, peppering her neck with hungry kisses, nibbling her soft skin.
”Watch yourself come all over my fingers, Piccolina,” I growl into her ear, my voice thick with satisfaction at the sight before me. Her moans fill the air with her pleasure as I continue to rub circles around her swollen pussy, allowing her to ride out her orgasm in the mirror”s reflection.
She shudders in ecstasy against me, and I revel in the sight of her surrender to me, to the power of pleasure I hold over her.
With a satisfied smirk, I remove my fingers, coated in her juices, and bring them to my lips. I shudder at the taste of her delicious pussy, the lush sweetness sending a shiver down my spine.
With one hand still wrapped around her throat, I command her, ”Open.” She obeys without hesitation, parting her lips to accept my fingers. ”See. You”re fucking delicious,” I tell her, my voice thick with desire. Her tongue dances eagerly around my fingers, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my dick.
As I watch her, the image of what that tongue can do to my dick fills my mind. My cock throbs painfully against the confines of my pants, but I resist the urge to fuck her. I need to see her come again, to witness the raw pleasure that I just gave her.
I pick her up, turn her around, and pull down her leotard, freeing her tits, then take a pebbled nipple in my mouth before I switch to the other side. Her hands come to my head, running through my hair, holding my head in place.
I let go and peel her out of it entirely, leaving her fully naked under me, then lay her on the soft mat of the floor. She complies, trusting me to take control.
Her hands grip my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more. And I comply, relishing her control over me, but only for a moment.
With a predatory gleam in my eye, I prepare to show her exactly what it means to be under my control.
I lean forward, capturing her plush lips in a brief, possessive kiss before trailing down her body. Settling between her spread thighs on the mat, I waste no time delving into her wet pussy, my tongue gliding over her folds and savoring the taste of her juices.
A low moan from deep within my throat comes out, but the sound is muffled by her whimpers of pleasure as I continue my invasion of her pussy. With each flick of my tongue over her swollen clit, I feel her body tremble with pleasure, her back arched, and her hips jerking eagerly against my mouth, riding out waves of ecstasy.
”That”s it, Piccolina,” I growl, the humming in her pussy making her jolt. ”Ride my face.”
”Bash,” she moans, her voice a breathy moan, as she grinds her pussy over my face. Her movements are urgent and desperate, as if seeking to consume me whole.
She hisses when I insert a finger, feeling her tightness grip me like a vice. Damn, she”s tight. I pump my finger in and out of her. Each thrust brings her closer to ecstasy crashing over her.
As I continue to work my magic on her throbbing clit, I feel her body tremble with pleasure beneath me. I lightly graze my teeth across her sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.
”Oh God!” she shouts, her voice echoing through the gym.
I pause at the sounds of her bliss before leaning in close. ”I”m not God, but I can show you how to sin,” I growl, my voice low and husky.
With that, I dive back in, devouring her pussy until she comes undone beneath me. Her orgasm takes over her body, leaving her trembling in pleasure.
After riding out her orgasm, she collapses on the mat, her skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. Her body is a vision of perfect temptation, even with flushed cheeks. She looks fucking perfect, laid bare before me in all her sinful glory.
I sit up, ready to go for gold and fuck her senseless. My dick is ready to come out and play. But just as I go for my zipper to release the beast, my phone begins to ring. I ignore it at first, determined not to let anything stop this from happening, but the continuous sound refuses to let up.
With a frustrated growl, I snatch the phone from my pocket, stabbing at the green button with more force than necessary. ”WHAT?” I bark into the phone. The sudden outburst startles Mia from her post-orgasmic state, her eyes widening in surprise as she lies on the floor, still recovering from her double orgasm.
”Fuck, okay,” I mutter to Enzo on the other end of the line before hanging up.
Mia sits up, her arms instinctively moving to cover her tits. ”Is everything okay?” she asks gingerly.
”Aside from my dick being neglected, yeah,” I grumble under my breath, hoping she didn”t catch that slip. ”There”s an emergency. I have to go to the docks.”
”Now?” she questions, her brow furrowing in confusion. ”Can it wait?”
”I”ll try not to be long,” I tell her, quickly stripping off my shirt and placing it over her so she can go upstairs. Leaning in, I give her a quick kiss on the lips before heading out of the gym. I”m already annoyed, and I haven’t even got to the docks.