-Yeah. She fingers the thin strap of her bodysuit before pulling it down, letting it hang from her toned arm. You stole the show. All eyes in the house were on you.
She laughs, and my thumb shoots up to press against her lips, silencing her.
-I am not kidding. Everyone was looking at me.
His mouth opens under the pad of my thumb. I smile and tilt my head toward his neck, running the tip of my nose along the slanted curve.
-And now I want to give it back to you. Remind you who you belong to.
She lets out a small gasp as I kneel in front of her, yanking off the bodysuit and opening a hole in the flimsy tights with my fingers.
I put a finger in her and her pussy clenches in surprise. It’s not ready yet, but it will be.
I spread his hole wider and lift one leg over my shoulder, watching him spread himself open for me as he moans and lets his fingers fall into my hair. I dive in with a long, slow lick. It wriggles against my tongue.
“Who does this belong to, Sloane?”
“You, you, you,” she sings breathlessly, and when I look up, she has thrown her head back, ecstatic. She’s already so fucking crazy about me.
For me.
I lift her opposite leg toward my shoulder so she’s straddling my face as I push her against the wall: one hand on her stomach to hold her in place, the other around her right thigh, digging my fingers in hard.
I feast on her against the wall. I start slowly, licking her from the sides and then the center. I hit her everywhere except the clitoris. It turns me on to tease her and feel her squirm against me while she desperately tries to move her hips so I can touch that spot.
But I don’t give in. I can feel his arousal growing, I can feel the tension in the way his legs cling to my body. I lower my hand and slide two fingers inside her. Now it’s so easy. For the second time tonight, I’m in the front row. Her tight pussy opens and clenches around my fingers as I scissor them under the bright lights of her dressing room.
The moisture escapes, making a damn mess for us.
Jasper. -She moans-. More, please.
“So fucking polite,” I murmur, looking up to see her looking at me with bright, heavy eyes. My fingers brush against her clit and she shudders around me. So tight, ready and needy for me. And you danced so damn well for everyone. I think you deserve more tonight, don’t you?
He nods his head, his upper teeth pressing into his lower lip. How desperate she seems now makes me smile.
As desperate for me as I am for her. So I reward her for that.
I put two fingers in again and release my mouth at the same time. My teeth graze her clit while my fingers masturbate her, and she lets out a little scream. I hold on to her and put her in my mouth, continuing to work with my fingers and tongue, getting excited as I see how her scream turns into a loud moan.
A moan that ends with: Oh, God. Jasper. I am going to run.
My fingers twist incessantly. He thrashes around me, legs shaking, fingers tugging almost painfully at my hair as he comes undone on top of me.
And not in a low voice either. He screams my name, louder than he should, but I don’t care. It excites me that people know what we are doing here.
After years of keeping it a secret, it feels good to bring it to light.
As her limbs soften, I look up, fingers still stuck inside her.
His eyes shine at me.
“Well, that was unexpected. Better than getting another tattoo? He arches an eyebrow and I do the same as I move away from his warm body.
“Much better and I’m not even finished.” I push myself up, taking her body with me, sliding her down the wall as my free hand grips my pants.
Belt. Button. Shirt. Boxer shorts.
I rip it all out and get inside her while her legs wrap around my waist.
“Fuck the elegant prima ballerina against the wall like the disgusting girl she really is?” Much, much better than getting another tattoo.
My hips flex and I lunge at her again.
“Fuck,” his eyes blink and close as his head rolls against the wall. Now she’s so far gone that we can no longer pretend that our bodies don’t drive each other crazy.
“Look at me, Sloane. My fingers find his throat and give it a warning squeeze.
He opens his eyelashes and looks me directly in the eyes. Without hesitation. Without shyness. I’m sure I’ve gotten rid of all the shyness in the last few weeks.
“Stronger,” he urges me.
-Which? I push my hips forward hard, slamming her against the wall. Pussy? Then I put my hand on his neck: Or his throat?
Heat simmers in his aquamarine eyes, burning so fucking hot as he tilts his chin toward me in defiance.
-Both.
I complain.
I feel like I’m unleashing a lifetime of pent-up tension.
I feel unhinged as I fuck her against the wall mercilessly, spurred on by her loud screams and her nails digging into the back of my neck. My hand squeezes the thin column of her throat a little more, the way she likes it.
It’s small, easy to handle as I wish, but there’s nothing fragile about Sloane. She takes everything I have to give and meets me with the same fervor.
The wet slapping of our bodies mixes with the rattle of the painting on the wall every time I dig into his body.
I am tough and relentless.
But their demand for ‘more’ and ‘louder’ is added to our soundtrack, and I don’t hold back. There’s nothing tender or sweet between us right now, but we have a lot of moments like that together. We held each other in the middle of the night, moving slowly together. We are playful in the mornings, my stubble against the inside of her thighs making her laugh and gasp.
But right now?
This is therapeutic. As if we were punishing each other for so many years and lost moments. If she wants harder and harder, I’ll give it to her.
I’ll give you whatever you want right now.
“Jasper, I need more. His eyes lock onto mine. My savagery is reflected in yours. I give her a rough kiss on the mouth and separate myself from her, turning her around. I grope her and go crazy with the way she moves the way I want.
“Hands on the wall, Sloane. Lean. Open your legs. “She obeys and I reach down, tearing the wet hole in her stockings even more and pulling the bodysuit to the side.
She tilts her ass in offering, and I approach.
“Do you want me to fill you up, Sloane?”
“Yes,” he moans, pressing against me.
“Say it,” I pat her firm buttocks, separating them and teasing her entrance with the head of my cock.
“I want you to fill me, please.”