Page 64 of Off Balance

"You couldn't be more perfect," I rasp. Cam snorts in response, but I shake my head. "I'm completely serious."

It's too dim in the room to make out much more than the skin of his cheeks darkening when he averts his eyes. I'll be damned if that shyness doesn't do something to me, too.

"Will you dance for me?"

With a slight upturn of his lips, Cam nods and guides me to sit on the floor against the mirror. I lean back against the cool glass, resting my arms on my bent knees, watching as Cam fixes the music and lighting to his liking. Even doing such mundane things, he's graceful.

Cam walks to the middle of the floor flat footed but rises up on his toes before the first notes of the song begin. He's a little unsteady through the song, but I see how much the shoes elevate the dance, just like he thought they would. They take it from something beautiful to something otherworldly. It's sad and sexy and heartfelt.

I've never been harder in my life.

When the song winds down, Cam walks on the tips of his toes from the center of the floor to stand in front of me. The walk alone has me ready to choke on my spit, but then he lifts one leg, holding it straight up in the air, bending it near backwards. My mouth drops open enough to make him smirk. He does the same move on the other side, but this time, instead of putting his leg back down on the ground, he lays his foot on the barre and bends at the waist, looking down at me.

The stretch is a blatant tease, one that absolutely works to get my full attention.

"You're trying to distract me," I say, getting to my knees. I trace my fingers up the lace wraps of the shoes. One hand continues up along the inside of his thigh.

"Yes," he confirms in a breathy voice.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to talk about why this is a bad idea. I just want you."

"I think we’re past the point of turning back now, tiny dancer," I say, trailing kisses up the same path my fingers took. I pause at the crease of his groin and inhale, taking in the smell of vanilla body wash, muscle cream, and the sweet scent of fresh sweat. My tongue darts out to lick the crease, teasing just under the band of his underwear before slipping my fingers in and sliding them down over the top of his ass.

Maybe to get him to rest, I should help him relax first.

Cam removes his leg from the barre and takes a step back. Remaining on his toes, he pulls the shirt over his head, stretching out his lithe body as he removes the garment. He tosses it next to me, then loops his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and rolls them down his thighs before they fall the rest of the way. He kicks them at me, and I grab them without thinking, holding them to my nose like a complete weirdo. Cam barely raises an eyebrow, displaying himself in all his glory in nothing but his pointe shoes.

I stand and walk to him, moving around him so I can see everything. He stops me in front of him, holding my shoulders, then directs me how to move. He does a spin, then kicks his leg out and hooks it over my forearm. Pulling him closer to me, I drag him across the floor, then turn him around and lean himagainst the barre. I bend down to kiss him softly, then watch as he straightens his leg, holding it parallel to his head. I take his waist and turn him to look at the mirror.

Staring at his reflection, I reach up and run my hand down his leg until I get to his cock. Wrapping my fingers around him, I give him slow, leisurely strokes, watching him unravel for me. Eventually, he has to put his leg down, resting it on the barre. I get to my knees behind him, kissing along his cleft until I'm looking at the most beautiful and terrifying sight in the world. His tiny, perfect, brownish-pink asshole stares back at me, begging me to… I don't even know. I don't know what to do with it, only that I crave it. I shudder and drop a sweet kiss to the puckered flesh, hoping Cam will be vocal if he doesn't like something. Slightly embarrassed, I move in front of him and take his cock in my mouth before any questions can be asked.

I thought it would be more difficult to suck a dick. Or maybe I thought it would be unpleasant. I'm not sure I'm particularly good at it, but I surprisingly really like it. Especially when he makes those little moaning sounds. Or the way his abs contract when he's trying to hold himself back.

Cam's fingers dig into my shoulder. "Dom." I look up at him, finding hooded hazel eyes gazing down at me. "Take me to bed."

He doesn't have to ask me twice. I stand and immediately lift him up, throwing him over my shoulder like the caveman I feel like in this moment. I remember to grab his bag this time, but don't bother with any lights or locking up. I just carry him across the hall to my apartment, abandoning all pretext and dropping him onto the bed before draping myself over him.

Cam tears his lips away from mine to pull my t-shirt over my head, pushing my athletic shorts down with his heels. I'm nakedin record time, rutting against the inside of his thigh. He meets me thrust for thrust until we're nothing but a sweaty pile of writhing limbs.

"Why can't I get enough of you?" "How come you taste so good?" "You're going to be the death of me."

It’s all I can mutter, although the words come out muffled, choked, and nonsensical. I'm a mess of pent-up need and the desperate desire to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

Holding him close, I roll us over so he's on top, trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head when he sits on my cock with it sandwiched between his ass cheeks. He rolls his hips, pulling a garbled moan from me.

"If we had some lube, I could make you come like this."

"Another day," I say, noting that I need to get some supplies. I have lube in the bathroom, but I don’t want to leave this bed for even a minute. I don’t have any condoms. It’s been a while since I needed them, and I want to be prepared. I stare at his cock, jealous of the way he's stroking it. What size condom would he need? Does he have a preferred brand? These are all questions I need to get answers to, although it's possible I'm getting way ahead of myself. Right now, I have just one goal in mind.

Hooking my arms under his thighs, I lift Cam until I can reach my prize. I suck his cock into my mouth. Holding him like I'm doing arm curls, thrusting him in and out of my mouth.

His fingers dig into my scalp, trying to find purchase before falling forward, palms landing on the brick wall. It forces his cock farther back in my throat. I gag, but manage to keep it together.

"Fuck, Dom!" Cam cries, his legs shaking.

His hips are rolling with the motion of my arms, fucking into my mouth. He's got one hand on the wall behind us, one holding the back of my head, looking down at me with his mouth dropped open while he rides my face. His abs tighten, and he groans that he's close. Before his cock starts to pulse, he taps me gently, warning me that it's about to happen like there's anything else I want in the entire world but his orgasm sliding down my throat.

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