Page 42 of Breakers (Academy of Stardom 3)

I laugh, because I can see just howhardit is as I glance at his cock that is thick and erect beneath his joggers. “Fuck,” I whisper out, my whole body on fire with lust.

Dax winks then leans back, dropping both hands to the floor before raising his right leg, his foot gently brushing against the back of my head as he grinds his hips.

Zayn hollers and I let out another laugh. This is really fucking happening.

Kicking his leg over, Dax twists away from me and stands, then strides towards York, bopping fists with him. York meets my gaze, and I don’t need to look at his crotch to know he’s as turned on as I am. Like Xeno and Dax, he straddles me, standing this time, then as the music flicks onto a slower more sensual track by some unknown singer, York grabs the back of my chair and lowers me to the ground so that I’m lying on the floor beneath him.

“This is new,” I whisper, my clit throbbing at the pure sexiness of the dance, and my virile Breakers. He winks.

“I spent a lot of time replaying that night. You were too young, too innocent, but you’re not that girl anymore. You’re a woman, and this is fair game after that torture you just put us through,” he says, then steps away out of my line of sight. When he returns, he’s sliding across the floor on parted knees stopping only when his crotch is directly above my head. From where I’m lying, I have a perfect view of his sweatpant-covered crotch and the erection he’s sporting. With his hands clasping the chair legs, he pulls the chair towards him so that my head and shoulders slide beneath his parted legs. My heart thumps loudly in my chest and I bite on my lip at the view. York undulates his body, and I can’t help but let out an appreciative moan. Leaning over, York grasps my hips and lifts me up so that my thighs are over his shoulder and my crotch is pressed up against his face in an upside-down reverse cowgirl style move, the chair abandoned on the floor. My arms automatically wrap around his waist, my head dangling between his legs.

Fuck. Me.

On the next beat, he adjusts me in his arms, lifting me up so my stomach is pressed against his shoulder. I can’t help myself, I press a hot kiss against his abdomen, savouring the taste of his skin. His muscles contract beneath my lips and he swears under his breath. I giggle.

“Oh, Titch, now you’re really gonna get it,” he warns, and my clit throbs in excitement at his guttural words.

With my heart pounding loudly in my ears, York lifts me from his shoulders and places me on my feet. Standing before me, he leans in and kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth hungrily before he steps away leaving me panting as Zayn approaches, a wicked glint in his eyes. Grasping the back of my head with one hand, Zayn grins before crushing his lips against mine and lowering me to the floor. One minute we’re kissing, the next he’s gone.

Around me Xeno, York and Dax are grooving to the beat, as they fix the heat of their gazes on me, successfully distracting me until Zayn kneels between my parted legs facing away from me. I watch in curiosity as he wraps his legs beneath my raised ones.

“What the....?” I begin, but the question is snatched from my lips as he leans forward onto his hands, tightens his legs around mine, and flips me over onto my stomach. All the air whooshes out of my lungs, and before the laughter can even escape my lips, Zayn is above me once more, straddling my arse and fisting my hair. I let out a surprised laugh that’s swallowed quickly by a moan, as he pulls my head back and runs his teeth against my exposed neck.

“You’re killing me,” I whisper, crazy with lust and full of laughter.

“Now you know how we feel every time you dance, Pen,” Zayn replies, letting my hair go, then jumping to his feet and grasping me under the arms, pulling me up with him. When he presses his chest against my back and places his hand between my breasts, I let out a shuddering breath. “See how your heart races, how your pulse dances, your skin flushes and your clit throbs…”

“Yes,” I pant, barely able to stand up straight, I’m so turned on.

“This is what you do to us, every fucking minute of every day. I walk around with a hard dick twenty-four seven. But when you dance like you just did, Pen. Well, fuck me…” Zayn lowers his lips to my neck and sucks. My skin tingles as my gaze fixes on the flaming darkness of Xeno’s gaze, then flicks to Dax and finally York. Their expressions are ones of lust and love and I swear my knees get even weaker.

“You’re gonna want to file this one away in your spank bank, Titch. I know I will,” York says with a wink just as the door to the studio flies open and Sebastian walks in, keys in hand.

He takes one look at me and grins. “Rehearsing, are we?”

“Yep, rehearsing,” I squeak, unable to hide my flaming cheeks as Zayn steps away from me, sporting a semi, and Dax, Xeno and York grab their shirts, pulling them back on.

“Well, find another studio to rehearse in. I’ve got a lesson to teach,” Sebastian replies, striding over to the front of the studio, hiding a smirk the whole way.

I puff out a breath and almost die of embarrassment as Dax flings his arm over my shoulders and guides me from the room, the rest of the Breakers following behind.

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