Page 2 of It's Always Been You
My guy knows me well. I always come to the dance studio to unwind. With a double major in dance and applied mathematics and a minor in physics, I need to unwind a lot.
Gabe’s sneakers pad across the wooden floor of the studio. With every step he takes towards me, my heart rate picks up.
Stopping in front of me, Gabe runs his knuckles down my cheek and leans in, pressing his mouth to mine. The kiss is slow and deep and full of enough fire to level the building. His tongue glides along the seam of my lips then pushes into my mouth to slick against mine, and he swallows the whimper that escapes my throat. When we break apart, his crystal-clear blue eyes stare at me with a mixture of devotion and heat that never fails to give me butterflies.
“You’re so beautiful when you dance, Rory. I love watching you, and I didn’t want to interrupt. But then you did that thing where one of your legs was pointing straight at the ceiling, and you’re basically doing a split standing up, and my mouth was making words before my brain caught up.”
I grin at him, hands coming up to play with the soft brown hair at the nape of his neck.
“Did you like it? It’s called a Penché. It’s my favorite. Took me years to learn how to do it right when I was a kid.”
I’ve been a dancer all my life, and ballet is my first love. Pursuing contemporary dance instead of ballet was the hardest decision I’ve ever made, but I know myself well enough to understand that the conformity professional ballet requires would kill my soul. I want sparkly leotards, hot pink tights, and taco Tuesdays. Won’t find any of those in the halls of theAmerican Ballet Theater. So contemporary dance might be my career, but ballet will always be my heart.
Hence, solo dancing on pointe after dark to shake multivariable calculus from my brain.
Molly Jenkins contains multitudes. It’s my favorite part about myself.
Gabe brings his hands to my hips, pushing my back against the cool wood of the barre.
“You have no idea what it did to me.”
I give him a wicked grin. “Show me.”
He wraps his hands around my hips, tugging me against the unmistakable bulge of his hot, hard cock. I drop one of my hands between us, palming him over his sweatpants. When he lets out a low groan and pulses in my hand, my thighs clench, my need for him rising in a wave.
I lean in and run my nose up the column of Gabe’s throat, licking behind his ear before whispering, “Fuck me.”
His cock jumps in my hand, and he dips his head to kiss his favorite spot on my collarbone, goosebumps rising along the path of his lips.
“Right here?” he murmurs against my skin, voice laced with amusement and arousal.
“Can you think of a better place?”
Gabe lets go of my waist and brings both hands to my shoulders, yanking my leotard down and pushing it to my waist in one motion. He immediately dips his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers. A gasp tears from my throat.
When he lifts his head, his eyes are full of lust. It may be late, and the risk of anyone coming into the studio is low, but semi-public sex is Gabe’s kink. We’ve defiled classrooms and bathrooms all over this campus.
“No, I sure can’t.”
He crushes his mouth to mine before spinning me around to face the barre and the mirrored wall. He nips my shoulder and snakes his arms around me to palm my breasts, plucking my nipples into tight, stiff peaks. My skin heats under this touch, and arousal pools between my legs, soaking my tights.
“Want to play with me, Rory?”
“Fuck yes.” My voice is breathy and need blazes through me at the playful, sexy side of my gorgeous tech genius.
Gabe chuckles, dropping to his knees behind me. He peels my leotard and tights down then with a flick of his fingers, unties my toe shoes, and unwinds the ribbons. He lifts one foot, then the other, kissing my ankles and pulling the shoe from each foot before freeing my legs from the tangle of spandex.
With a toe shoe in each hand, he stands, his hard chest crowding my back. Our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So fucking pretty. My girl is the most beautiful girl.”
Gabe runs the platform of one shoe along my torso and up the valley between my breasts. He rubs it over one nipple then the other, and my head drops back against his shoulder, a whimper falling from me at the feel of the satin sliding over my sensitive skin.
Pushing me forward with his weight against my back, Gabe presses one of my wrists down, winding the toe shoe ribbons around it and binding it to the barre. When I tug on the restraint, I gasp at the feeling. Gabe’s eyes glint when they meet mine, and he binds my other wrist without ever pulling his gaze away. A flood of arousal gushes between my legs, and I rub my thighs together, trying to take the edge off my vibrating pleasure.
Gabe presses his lips to the back of my neck, running his fingers over my wrists, checking to make sure the ties aren’t too tight.
“I love having you all tied up for me, at my mercy. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside that tight cunt.”
