Page 30 of Dance for Me
Okay, fine, you’re forgiven.
He nods to where my hand is concealed under the fabric of my underwear. “Off.” The confidence in his demand testing my control as it tries to drift away with the steam.
I shake my head quickly, holding tight to the upper hand. He growls, low and deep in the back of his throat, and my knees almost buckle. Thankful that I kept one hand gripping the edge of the vanity, I adjust my stance, spreading my legs farther apart so I can dip my hand lower. I slide my fingers back and forth across my slit before forcing two past my entrance, releasing a cry at the fullness.
My eyes stay locked on Colton’s as I work my fingers as deep as I can, curling up to stroke my g-spot.
“Fuck, Sunshine. Crying out for me so pretty.” He slows his strokes, chest heaving to prolong his release as he stops at the base, tightening his grip once again and remaining there for a beat before he slowly resumes his strokes. He’s thriving on the build, purposely edging himself by picking up and slowing his own pace. Wetness drips down my thighs, imagining his cock buried deep while he uses my pussy to bring himself to the brink of release over and over.
The sound of my fingers pumping in and out fill up the space, dancing with the whimpers and moans I’m no longer trying to hold back. I want him to know what his words are doing to me, what I look like when I break.
I can feel my pussy flutter around my fingers, legs beginning to shake as I whimper, trying to keep my eyes open and trained on Colton. His green stare piercing as he holds back hisown release. His control might be better than my own, I’m teetering on the edge, a kiss away from bliss.
“Cum for me, Sunshine. Let go.” He’s panting now, his fist moving hard and fast over his cock, the tip weeping onto the tiled floor.What a waste.
At his command, I dig my heel harder against my clit, a keening cry leaving my lips as I shatter. The force of the orgasm washes over me, forcing my eyes closed briefly as my body tightens and legs go, riding my hand as the small aftershocks rock through me. I hear Colton panting my name as his body jerks, cum painting the shower wall between us. I pull my hand from my underwear, the stimulation overwhelming as the last few drops leave his cock before washing away.
He's still breathless when he releases his cock, straightening his spine to stand directly under the rainfall, tipping his head up to meet the spray. I push myself up from the vanity’s ledge and walk over to the side of the shower where the handle to the glass enclosure calls to me. I open the door slowly, his head pulling away from the spray to take a step in my direction.
He looms over me, each hand braced against the showers’ entrance, his tall frame blocks the spray of water, cascading down his back as he keeps me dry.As if I’m not already soaked.
I lean into him, one hand coming up to his chest, feeling the water flow from his skin to mine. I caress my way up to his neck, tracing his jawline with my thumb. He arches into my touch, bringing his face close enough that the tip of his nose brushes mine, lips a sigh apart.
“You were supposed to be getting cleaned up,” I murmur against his mouth, my own lips curling into a sinister smile as my other hand reaches around to grip the shower handle.
“I like dirty,” he replies before he captures my lips in a devastating kiss. My mind goes blank. I don’t remember why I walked over here, what compelled me to open the door, or lean into his touch. All I know is this feelsright. The kiss isn’t franticor desperate. He kisses me like we’ve been doing this for years, like I’m all he needs.
Like I’m home.
The haze starts to clear, and before I can get lost again, my hand pushes down on the handle as I pull away quickly.
Colton looks dazed for a moment, eyes still closed in pleasure before his face contorts and he shrieks, high-pitched and shrill. The cold water that pelts him momentarily stunning him into chilled shock. I take the opportunity to quickly shut the shower door, trapping him inside while he scrambles under the spray to adjust the temperature. I snag my leggings from the floor and sprint for the door to the office.
“Cold shower might do you wonders!” I call over the threshold as I hear a half-mad laugh and a holler of “Sunshine!” before I close the door between us.
It isn’t until Colton emerges from the bathroom, dried off and dressed, laughing as he wraps an arm around my shoulders while we make our way out ofCirque,that I realize my face is tingly and slightly pained. It’s been ages since I’ve cum that hard, but I don’t think anyone has ever made me smile until it hurts.
16
HARPER
“That will be all, Colton. Thank you,” I say firmly. Possibly a little too firmly, given the single eyebrow he lifts in response to my pointed dismissal. I can’t seem to help it. I don’t know what to do or how to act. My hands feel clammy all day, and I constantly feel like I’m either going to faint or vomit. It's awful.
Feelings areawful. Maybe dying alone is the way to go.
I never get nervous in front of people, and yet somehow, this past week has seen me contemplating prescription-grade deodorant. He smirks before sauntering out of my office, knowing I’ll have my eyes trained on him until he’s out of the door entirely.
Now that I’ve seen him naked, I can’t seem to get a moment of peace without thinking about how good he looked under the uniform. I already knew part of it from the gym and his propensity to whip his shirt off the minute I walk in. But the lower half, the lower half was new, and seems to be taking up a lot of my daily thought process. Probably because there wasa lotto think about.
It’s like having mini hallucinations all day. Making coffee?Blink and the coffee bag in his hand is replaced with his cock. Look up at the lights to see what needs replacing? Blink and it’s him under a steady rainfall. I don’t get a minute of peace.
My phone buzzes twice in quick succession from the right side of my desk, and I pick it up to find a text from my sister.
Sadie: You’re blushing
I knew that letting her install a camera in here was a step too far. She insisted after the other night when I dismissed Wade from his post. Thank God I did. Who knows what he would have heard otherwise. There would have been two people I can’t make eye contact with today.
According to sister dearest, if I’m going to dismiss my protective detail, then she gets to have eyes on me at all times. I wouldn’t be surprised if she planted a tracker somewhere on me, or a ghost app on my phone to keep better tabs on my whereabouts. The one stipulation I gave for the camera in my office was that I could turn it off and on without her interfering. My business dealings are all above board and legal, but some of the methods to get those dealings are…not.
