Page 82 of Ruin
“Well, duh. Of course we are,” Annika replies, causing me to laugh again. She reaches for the remote, waving it in front of our faces. “So, seeing as we will not be getting down and dirty, who’s up for a chick-flick?”
Imogen rolls her eyes while I send up a silent thanks to the universe for sending me friends like these.
As I stare at the movie Annika has put on, a song comes on that is so reminiscent to how I’m feeling, causing the first little whispers of a routine to begin forming in my mind. So quiet at first that I don’t quite know what’s happening, but by the time the movie ends, I have this burning need to let the music flow through me. After Imogen leaves and Annika goes to see a client downstairs, I decide to head for the studio. It’s rare for me to enter the gym in the evenings, and I stop short when I find a shirtless Sebastian going through his weights routine.
“Oh, sorry. I thought you’d still be in your office,” I say, not quite sure where to look, so I settle for looking at his beautiful face.
Seems safest.
“It’s no problem. Going to do some dancing?” he asks, moving to put the weight plates on the leg press without meeting my gaze.
“Yeah. Just had an idea for a routine pop into my head that I wanted to try.” I make a beeline for the studio and close the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment while I gather my wits.
I hate how weird things are between us. I have seen this man completely naked. I rode his cock last night. And yet, seeing him shirtless in the gym has me blushing once again.
Shaking it off, I busy myself getting the music queued up and going through some stretches. Once I’m warmed up, I shed my shirt, leaving me in a small pair of shorts and my crop top, making it easier to move.
Finding the song on my music app, I turn it on and move to the centre of the room to stand in front of the pole. I’ve been trying to work out how to incorporate it into routines, seeing as it’s right smack in the middle of the space, and this seems like the perfect routine to try it out.
Turning so that my back is to the pole, I reach over my headto grip it and wait a few beats for the song to kick in. As soon as the lyrics start, I begin to move, rolling my body along the pole and swinging my hair in a series of provocative moves. With my eyes closed, I let the music dictate my movements, feeling it flow through me. It’s the first time since I started dancing again that I’ve truly connected with the music like I used to, and tears prick my eyes. Opening them once again, I move away from the pole and begin using the rest of the space, leaping through the air and throwing my body to the floor as the tempo of the song grows faster, the rock music starting to overtake the slower guitar riff.
By the time the song finishes, I’ve become so lost in the music that I haven’t looked at the mirrors once, just simply allowing myself to let go.
“That was beautiful, Lily,” Sebastian says quietly from the open doorway.
I swing around with a gasp, placing a hand to my chest as my heart hammers away. “Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me.”
He smiles, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Rubbing my chest, I shake my head. “It’s fine. I got so swept up in the music that I didn’t notice you there.”
He studies me for a moment, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “Can you show me?”
“Ah… You mean, dance for you?” I ask, my heart thumping erratically for an entirely different reason now.
“Yes. I used to love watching you dance, and that was so similar to how…” he trails off, but I know it’s stirred up memories of our past for him.
We study each other for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, I pick my phone up from next to the pole and go back to the previous track.
Without meeting Sebastian’s gaze, I move back into position in front of the pole, gripping it above my head once again. He moves to stand in front of the mirror opposite, watching me intently, and it’s like all the air has been sucked out of the room. The lyrics start, and I take a breath, finally meeting his gaze as I start to move.
He stands perfectly still, his eyes never leaving mine while I run through the routine again, making changes based on how I feel.
The atmosphere is electric, the unspoken desire between us both thick in the air as he tracks every movement with his gaze, his body never moving an inch.
When I’m done, I’m on my knees in front of him with my head bowed.
Keeping my eyes on the floor, I take a few steadying breaths, attempting to get my emotions under control. He steps forward and lifts my chin, gazing down at me with so much emotion in his eyes that it takes my breath away. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he grips the back of my head and crushes his lips to mine. Taken by surprise, I don’t respond immediately, but once I’ve come to my senses, I wrap my arms around him, allowing him to pull me in close as he kisses me like a man starved.
Rising to his feet, he pulls me up with him before lifting me so that I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist. Backing me up against the mirror, he grinds his hard cock against my centre.
Neither of us says a word as we devour each other, my moans beginning to fill the room as he pushes me towards orgasm with each thrust against my clit.
Just as I’m about to come, he unhooks my legs, letting my feet hit the floor before spinning me around and taking each of my hands, lifting them above my head to rest against themirror. Gripping the band of my shorts, he rips them down along with my underwear, kicking them aside swiftly.
“You have consumed me, Lily St Clair,” he grinds out, pushing two fingers inside me from behind. “All I can think about is how badly I want to fuck you. To make you moan for hours and bury myself deep inside this delicious cunt.” He pumps his hand faster as I moan, watching in the mirror as he brings his other hand around to find my clit.
He takes me right to the edge of orgasm again, and I whimper when he pulls both hands away. But the disappointment only last a moment, as he reaches into the pocket of his athletic shorts and pulls out a condom. Breathing heavily, I watch his reflection as he rolls it on, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. The hunger in his gaze is unlike any expression I’ve seen from him before, and I swear my heart stops entirely.
