Chapter Twenty-Nine
Braden
We were all mouths and hands then, kisses roaming, fingers trailing, breaths picking up speed.
“Cameras?” Emily asked breathlessly against my lips.
“Not in here. There are some in the lobby, but we’re expected to be here. And we have the studio for two more hours.”
“Any chance they’ll come in before our time is up?”
“There are no classes the rest of the day, but I guess there’s always a chance.”
Emily tongued her cheek, warring with the decision.
“Fuck it,” she said after all of two seconds, and then she was kissing me with more urgency, gripping at my clothes like she wanted to tear them off.
“Still want me to use the blindfold?” I asked, gripping her ass firmly. “Or would you rather take advantage of all these mirrors?”
“Mirrors. Definitely mirrors.”
I smirked against her lips, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and groaning when the contact sent a spark of electricity straight to my cock. “That was fucking beautiful, by the way,” I rasped. “Seeing you dance like that. Watching you in your element, doing what you love.”
“You’ve seen me dance before.”
“Not like that I haven’t.” I kissed her again, savoring the way her breath was picking up speed. “I loved seeing you like that. And now, I want to see you spread out for me, taking me with all these mirrors around us so I can watch every angle.”
She moaned before wiggling out of my grasp, and then she snapped her fingers and pointed at my chest. “Strip.”
I chuckled, taking my time kicking off my shoes as she hastily ripped her shirt overhead. “We don’t have to rush.”
“I need you,” she managed through a breath as she struggled with her sports bra. I saw her wince a bit with the use of her recovering wrist, but it didn’t last long before she was moving to her joggers, pulling them down in one easy swoop to her ankles.
I met her urgency, making quick work of my sweatshirt, pants, and briefs. I hadn’t had the chance to take off my socks before she was in my arms again, climbing me like a tree and rolling her hips against me like she was desperate for any bit of friction she could find.
I carried her to the nearest mirror, her back hitting the cool surface as a smile broke against my lips. She tightened the cross of her ankles at my waist, digging into me in a silent plea for me to press against her.
I was already hard as stone, my cock pressing against her stomach as she rocked and rolled against me.
And as much as I wanted to reach down, fist my cock, and slam right into her, there was no way I wasn’t taking advantage of this new space we had to play in — not when I knew we still had so much to check off that list of hers.
She whimpered when I spanked her ass playfully and set her down on the ground, but when I spun her around to face us in the mirror, her pupils blew wide, mouth parting at the sight.
I stood behind her, chest heaving, arms bracketing her in as I trailed my fingertips from her shoulders down to her fingers and then to rest gently on her hips. Chills raced from every point I touched her, pebbling her dark brown nipples into peaks I couldn’t wait to taste.
“Look at you,” I murmured against the shell of her ear, hands roaming now, framing her breasts with a firm grip and shake. “These perfect tits,” I rasped, and then slid one hand down between her thighs and gripped her roughly. “This needy cunt.”
She moaned, flexing her hips into my hand. When I tried to move it away, her hands clamped down hard on my forearm, holding me in place while she used my palm to rub her clit.
“So filthy,” I teased, licking along her neck. “You like watching yourself like this? Like seeing what it looks like when you fuck my hand like that?”
I slid a finger inside her with ease, her pussy so wet and wanting I pushed all the way in. She shivered, head falling back and eyes rolling shut as she ground herself harder against my palm.
“Eyes open, baby,” I urged her, nipping at her earlobe. “Watch.”
She dragged her head up slowly, as if she were drugged, her eyelids heavy as her gaze fixed on where I touched her — one hand between her legs and the other fondling her breast.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered in her ear. “And I want you choking on my cock while I do.”
“I don’t choke,” she shot back, and a laugh rumbled out of me, my cock aching for that magnificent mouth of hers as I pressed it against her back.
“That’s my girl. You want top or bottom, baby?”
“Top.”
That was all it took for me to drop us to the floor, her swept into my arms and placed gently down before I lowered next to her. I laid on my back, coaxed her onto me, and pulled her thighs down to straddle my face.
I made sure she had the best view — her riding my mouth, legs splayed, breasts pebbled and pulled taut.
And my cock, rigid and hard against my belly, waiting for her.
“Fuck,” she whispered when I dragged my tongue against her, moaning at the taste. “I wish you could see this. You’re so fucking hot, all these muscles.” She dragged her nails down my abdomen before fisting my hard-on firmly. “This beautiful cock.”
I hummed against her pussy, flexing into her hand. When I heard her spit and felt her saliva coating my cock, I groaned, rewarding her with a quick flick of my tongue against her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” I coaxed. “Spit on my cock. Make it nice and wet.”
She spit again, smoothing her hand over me, and then began to pump as I licked her clit, along her seam, down to her ass and back. I could have come just like that, just hearing the sounds she was making and feeling how she rocked against my face, needy and unbridled.
But when she lowered and took me inside her mouth, I groaned, eyes squeezing shut as I fought against the urge to blow right then.
“Fuck, Em,” I groaned, wishing I could see. It almost made it more intense that I couldn’t, like taking that one sense away had heightened the others. “You and that dirty fucking mouth.”
She moaned around me, sliding off to the tip before she took in another inch.
I gripped her ass in my hands, pulling her lower so I could feast on her pussy to keep my mind off coming.
It felt so good — the new angle, how far she could take me down her throat, the slide of her tongue against the top of my cock, the teasing bits of teeth she used to drive me mad.
I slid a finger inside her again, sucking her clit into my mouth as I added a second finger to fill her more. She moaned and bucked against the touch, the eager way she sucked me telling me she liked what I was doing. I curled my fingers, pulsing in time with the little sucks of her clit.
Emily let my cock go with a pop, crying out as she fucked my fingers. “Yes, fuck, Braden, yes, right there.”
I’d learned from fucking Emily that when she says right there or don’t stop — it didn’t mean go faster or deeper or try something new. It meant do exactly what I was doing and I better not stop unless I was dying.
So I kept my pace, licking and sucking, fingering her as she bucked against me and tried to suck my cock — though she was distracted now.
And when she came on my mouth, when I got to taste her as she shook and trembled and clenched around my fingers, I smiled, reveling in the power to undo a woman like her.
“Fuck,” she sighed when she was done, and then she climbed off me far too soon for my liking, tugging on my arm until I followed her lead. She bent on all fours, offering me her beautiful ass, her arched back, her pussy dripping from my mouth and her release.
I blew out a breath, shaking my head as I crawled to meet her. My cock ached for release, and I pumped myself once, twice, taking in the view of Emily both from behind and in the mirror — her tits hanging, lips parted, eyes locked on mine and waiting.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I said, knowing it was true, knowing we had to figure out a way to be together because I couldn’t stand the thought of the alternative. I slid my crown into her heat, both of us moaning when I flexed in an inch, testing her. “Never enough.”
I rocked in deeper, stretching her, watching my cock press into her pussy before my eyes slid to the mirror to savor the ecstasy on her face. Withdrawing, I teased her entrance before sliding in again, this time to the hilt, stealing both our breaths.
“So fucking tight,” I cursed. “Come here.”
I pulled at her waist until she was on her knees, until I was perched behind her, fucking her slowly while my hands were free to roam. I squeezed her breast, the other hand climbing up to her throat, my eyes greedy where I watched her beautiful body stretched out for me.
“Play with your clit,” I said roughly in her ear. “I want to feel you come again. I want to watch your face when it happens.”
Emily’s eyes never left mine. She held me captive, hand reaching between her thighs to rub her clit while she arched and slammed back to meet my thrusts.
I dropped one hand to her hip to steady us, the other still gripping her throat like I knew she liked, and now, her tits were free to bounce with every flex of my hips.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I praised, eyes devouring the sight of her, of me behind her, of us together. We were so opposite in so many ways, but when we were like this, I wondered how I ever thought we weren’t inevitable.
It was always supposed to be this.
It was always supposed to be us.
Emily found her next release with a whimper, her legs quaking, pussy squeezing my cock. And watching her face twist with pleasure, hearing her sweet moans — it was all I needed.
I came with a guttural groan, a claiming one, like my body was declaring to my soul that we’d never be without this woman — no matter the cost.
Black invaded my vision, the climax so strong I felt it rolling like shock waves through every inch of me. I fucked Emily with our eyes locked in the mirror, with her throat in my hand and my heart in hers.
“Goddamn,” I breathed when I finally steadied, slowing my pace before I carefully pulled out of her.
Cum dripped onto the floor when I did, and Emily moaned at the sight, twisting in my arms until she was facing me.
She reached down to touch my sensitive cock, eliciting a hiss from me when she wrapped me in a fist and pumped slowly.
Her hand snaked between her legs next, and she pulled her fingers up to show me where my cum was leaking out of her.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“More,” Emily replied.
And then I was pushed onto my back, and she was in my lap, my cock inside her before I could decide if I had it in me to go another round. But my body fired up the moment she slid down, the second my hands found her hips and held on while she rode me.
It was true. I really would never get enough of her.
I was insatiable, and insane, and incapable of understanding the full risk of not putting this thing we had inside a box I could neatly tuck away.
But something had broken open in us in that studio, an honesty too raw to ignore. She was good for me. I was good for her. We were good together — and we didn’t want to act like it wasn’t real.
We fucked until we were boneless, giggling like idiots when we had to clean up our mess. Then, we left the dance studio hand in hand, stealing kisses every other step on the way to my car.
That afternoon kicked off two weeks of unshakeable bliss.
And then everything went to hell.