Dancing With Lies (Barre To Bar Book 1)

by Summer Cooper

  She stood there, letting him look his fill. The fact that his hand traced down her neck, to tease at a rigid nipple didn’t change her mind. She was about to ask him for more, but his hand moved further down her body.

  His fingers splayed as they wandered down her ribs, pushing slightly as he found her flat abdomen. His face moved closer, watching his fingers, looking at every inch of her silky skin. If he’d just look up, she could kiss him. She could feel those warm, full lips of his against hers and she might die of wanting him.

  “You’re beautiful, Roxie. Different now, even more beautiful.” He sounded like that didn’t make sense to him. “I thought of you as that girl I used to know for so long. It never dawned on me that you’d grown up, that you’d be this fucking sexy.”

  His words pleased her, but what could she say? Sorry for growing up? Thanks for noticing I’d grown up.

  He moved a fraction of an inch, looked up finally and she forgot to say anything.

  His eyes consumed her, stole every thought from her head. If she’d found the will to form words, the moment his hand moved lower, the second his face came down to hers, she’d have lost the newly remembered ability. Instead, she gasped into his mouth, wrenched her hips to meet his fingers on her silky-smooth skin.

  “Make that noise for me again, Roxie.” He said, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

  She moaned instead, loving the way it felt to have his fingers on her, stroking her.

  “Oh yes, just like that, Roxie. Such sweet noises.” He still hadn’t kissed her, but his words had and that was almost enough.

  Roxie wanted to say his name, but she couldn’t remember what it was, not when his fingers slid between her flower-petal soft folds. She forgot her own name when his middle finger found her clit. Bright sparks lit up behind her eyes. Pleasure blossomed to life, until she panted against his lips.

  “Open your eyes, let me see you.” He whispered, but she heard him, even over the sound of the rushing water. Or was that the blood in her ears? It didn’t matter, she just did as she was told. “That is incredible.”

  She swallowed, letting him see her naked need for what it was. There was no need to hide anything from Lincoln, he would see it even if she tried to hide it. He always had, even when they were kids.

  She caught her lip between her teeth, trying to concentrate on his eyes, on the sensations his finger wrought within her, but she wanted his lips on hers. He wouldn’t be hers until he kissed her, and she wanted him to be hers, even if it was only for tonight.

  His exploration had ceased, now he was mining for what he wanted from her. And what he wanted was to get her off. She’d be happy to oblige him.

  His lips brushed at the corner of her mouth as he drew tight circles between her legs. Roxie felt the slick glide of his tongue there and tried to turn her head, but he moved his head to deny her the kiss she wanted so much.

  “No, not yet, Roxie. Not until I have what I want.”

  He wanted her to give herself up to him, she knew that. It was a comfortable place for her, familiar, but not the same somehow. She’d submitted to people before, but never to Lincoln. Would he know what to do with her submission? Would he be able to handle that much control?

  He was a newbie in that arena. For now, she’d let it play out, take what she could get. He wasn’t useless at this, not at all. The way he’d touched her so far spoke of experience, knowledge of how to please a woman, a grown woman. She’d give herself up to that.

  His fingers remained on the most intimate part of her, stroking her to a tense need that left her feeling starved. She hadn’t had pleasure in so long, hadn’t felt the liquid heat of desire in eons. Now, she felt as though her pores oozed her need out like a siren call.

  His hand moved when she found the pace again, when his lips found her ear. “I want to see you come, Roxie. I want to feel you getting off against me.”

  A groan, somebody groaned, maybe her. His hand flattened out with his palm crushing gently into her clit as two fingers slid into her wet depths. She knew this was his game and she’d have to play it. He wanted to taste her, to know her, before he gave too much of himself.

  He was a natural at domination, whether he realized it or not. She’d already given up far too much of her control to him, but she’d done it willingly. She’d give him all of it, if he’d only ask.

  20

  Roxie

  Her hips twisted against him, trapping his wrist between their bodies, preventing her from pressing into the thick length of his cock. She wanted to feel her fingers wrapped around him, to make him shudder with a need that could never equal what she felt, but she could try to wring it out of him.

  “Stop twitching, Roxie.” He muttered against her ear lobe, his fingers still dancing on her.

  He let her hands go, but only long enough to push them behind her, before he pressed back into her to keep them trapped. Oh, he was catching on quickly, and she grinned a grin that was sexier than she knew.

  The moment she got off she was going to drag him to the floor and ride that dick of his until they were both screaming in total surrender. If he’d let her. If he could maintain that control she needed him to hold onto. She wanted it from him, wanted him to be the alpha male, to dominate her until only he existed.

  And fucking him would be the absolute pinnacle moment of her life, if the way he breathed against her ear told her anything. Most men loved sex, but Lincoln’s ragged breath told her he was vividly aware of what prolonging sex would end with. That he knew that waiting, demanding to pleasure his partner before he got off, would be incredible.

  “Stop, Roxie.” He ordered, but she hadn’t done anything. Not yet.

  “I haven’t done anything, Lincoln.” She broke her silence, at last, her hips grinding down onto his fingers, his palm.

  “Oh, but you have. You’ve made me want you. You’ve made me need you. This. I can’t live without you making those sighs and pants. Without hearing you groan again.”

  “Then make me make them, Lincoln.” She measured each word out, matching the pace of the fingers he pushed inside of her. Not to be seductive but because the pressure was building inside, the moment he wanted the most was coming.

  She was so close, on the edge of the kind of release she hadn’t had in ten years. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to have his touch, to have his thick fingers inside of her.

  “Do it, Roxie.” He demanded, as if she could get off on command. But she did, the world exploded as he whispered her name in his ear. He kissed the lobe before he nipped it between his teeth, holding her up as her legs gave out and her hands clenched together.

  Pleasure surged through her, folded time and space into one single point, before it exploded around her, black stars of total bliss. Her walls clenched around his fingers, swallowing them, swallowing him until she thought he’d disappeared into her. But he was still there. She felt him when her back arched away from the wall and her hands splayed out against the cold tiles. She felt his lips on her neck, sucking at the spot that made her toes curl.

  Relief flooded through her, tracing the paths pleasure took from that central point of her body and outward. To her head and down to her toes, her entire body came in time with his fingers, then relaxed. She was with Lincoln again and the world was right.

  His fingers slowed as she slumped against the wall until they were still within her. His lips let go of the skin at her neck and Roxie blinked. His face, his lips, oh, at last, his lips were on hers.

  That kiss claimed her in ways she wasn’t sure she wanted to be claimed, but she couldn’t back away now. Not when he’d finally given in to her most fervent desire. She opened for him, enjoyed his taste. The feel of his hot tongue on hers was heavenly, all that she’d wanted it to be. She drank in his kiss, hungry for more, for all of him. She’d take it all if he’d only let her.

  She didn’t want the kiss to end but he pulled away, tugged her out of the shower.

  “I want you inside o
f me, Lincoln.” She said when she could breathe again. Her arms came up to lace behind his neck as water dripped from their bodies onto a rug. “I need you.”

  “Not yet, Roxie. Don’t.” His head came up, his wet hair smoothed back on his head. He was vulnerable right now, she could see that, but in control.

  “I need it.” She begged, but he only smiled at her.

  “In due time, princess.”

  “Fuck. I hate you so much.” She muttered but she couldn’t look away from him.

  “I know. You’ll thank me later, though.”

  “Maybe.” She mumbled, unwilling to admit she knew he was right. Fast and quick served a purpose, but Lincoln Young didn’t want to distract her for a second, or a minute. He wanted to imprint himself on her until she could never think straight again.

  That was dangerous, but she was a moth, enamored with the flame that was Lincoln. She couldn’t draw herself away, even if the light he brought into her life burned her. She’d avoided flames since the night of her parents’ deaths. His was the only flame she could bring herself to go near, and that told her more than she wanted to admit.

  When she finally calmed down, he wrapped a towel around her body, one around his own, and took her hand. “Come with me, Roxie.”

  She expected him to take her to his brand-new playroom, but he didn’t. He led her down the hall to his bedroom. With a twist of the knob the door opened and she found herself in the bedroom now as familiar as her own. A lamp cast soft light around one corner of the room, but he didn’t lead her there. He went to the bed instead and sat down. He pulled her in front of his body, between his knees.

  With her lips parted, wondering, needing, what came next, Roxie waited until he told her what he wanted.

  “Down.” He said, and she knelt in front of him, one of her hands on each of his knees. “Look at me.”

  She brought her face up, to stop examining the flat plane of his stomach and the thick length of his cock. She found brown eyes that weren’t common at all, but unique in the expressiveness they displayed, the gold and amber flecks catching the soft light and reflecting it as more fire.

  Her hand moved to reach for him, to wrap around his girth, just as his thumb came down to brush the plump softness of her bottom lip. “Open.”

  She pulled her teeth apart and his thumb invaded her mouth. Her teeth closed around the tip for a moment, before she closed her lips to suck at the digit. His breath hissed in between his lips and she smiled a very dirty smile around his thumb. Her tongue lashed at his skin, mimicking what she could, would, do to him.

  “Fuck.” He spit out and pulled his hand away. He leaned back on his palms, watching her.

  For now, she was the one in control. He’d have to take it back if he wanted it.

  Roxie moved between his muscular legs, moving towards that part of him that she held in her left hand with gentle pressure. She tightened her grip as her head moved closer. Her lips parted wide, opening to take him in. Her tongue came out, snaked around the tip of his cock, gathering his taste onto her tongue.

  When she pulled the taste into her mouth, she couldn’t help but moan. He tasted familiar, like everything she remembered about him, like everything she’d tried to forget. She savored that taste before she opened for more. This time she took more of him into her mouth, sliding her hand down as her saliva slicked up his cock.

  “Let me see your eyes, Roxie. I want to see your eyes.” His hand nudged at her chin and she did as instructed, but she was still the one in control now. An order wasn’t enough to wrest it back from her.

  She slid him out of her mouth with her lips open lewdly, to tease him, her eyes wide with seduction. She knew how to do this right, and how to make him lose control. He frowned at her, narrowed his eyes, before his nostrils flared when she moved back down on him. When she moved up this time she sucked, and sucked hard.

  “Fuck. Roxie.” He gasped, and she knew she’d nearly undone him. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

  She wasn’t about to and moved her hand to take even more of him into her mouth. She had every thick inch of him down her throat and he sounded like he was being strangled now. That was a good thing, she knew. His hands buried in the long tresses of her hair, guiding her to a pace he finally decided he wanted to set.

  Now he was in control.

  “Harder, Roxie. I need it harder.” He demanded, and she groaned out a sound of pleasure around his tip. Yes, he knew exactly how to take control and she’d suck his dick all night if kept that up.

  She wrapped her hand around him to hold him in just the right place. Her lips closed around him, moved down until she had the end of his cock in the right spot to suck him as hard as he wanted. When he didn’t protest, she sucked harder.

  That’s when his hips thrust him deeper into her mouth. That’s the spot, she thought with a smug pleasure.

  Roxie wasn’t a wilting flower. She didn’t want gentle promises and kisses. She wanted a man to make his mark on her. She hadn’t been sure Lincoln could do that, but here he was, doing just that as his fingers moved to her jaw, dug into it in a dominant move that was only meant to show her he wanted her to continue before his hand slipped away.

  Lincoln moved his hips in the agile way only a swimmer could move. Sweat dampened his skin as her hands slid up and down his thighs, letting him know she was there and that she was his. He wouldn’t last too much longer, but if that’s all he wanted from her she’d wait for the next round. He’d want to fuck at some point during the night.

  She’d already decided she wasn’t leaving his bed, not unless he asked, so if he wanted to fuck her mouth first, she was happy to give him what he wanted.

  “I want to fuck you, Roxie. God, I want to fuck you so much.” He ground out between his teeth. “Stop.”

  She was too into it to stop right away but when a gentle hand pushed her away, she let go.

  His pleasure was hers and she felt bereft when he popped out of her mouth. He must have seen the sadness in her eyes because he reached for her to pull her over his body. He cradled her in his lap, held her as she shook in his arms.

  This wasn’t a place Roxie was familiar with, this place between being vulnerable, being with Lincoln, and being so fucking aroused she couldn’t stand it. Her body shook as the events of the last ten years caught up with her. So much bullshit, pain, and hard work had passed since the last time she was with him.

  It was an avalanche she hadn’t expected, didn’t want, but Lincoln held her, let her feel it all, without condemnation. He didn’t speak empty words of comfort or shush her, he simply let her catch up with herself, let her catch her breath. When she looked up, to his jaw in her hand, she smiled and she found she was on equal footing with him.

  Was Lincoln what she’d needed all along? Was he the man she’d needed for so long but couldn’t define? Was he the one she’d sought in every partner she’d taken?

  Maybe he was. That was scary, terrifying even, but not a surprise really.

  “Take what you need, Roxie. I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

  “All I want is you, Lincoln. That’s all.” She moved with him as he pushed his body up the bed and leaned back against the covers.

  “Then you have me, Roxie.”

  She was glad he didn’t slip up and call her by one of her old names. She wanted him to want her, Roxie, not the girl she’d been.

  “Do you want…?” He started, reaching for a drawer in his nightstand.

  “Don’t interrupt.” She pleaded and sank down on him, shuddering as her body opened to take him deep inside.

  She was so aroused there was no resistance at all, and she gasped when she bottomed out on him. This was the right place, full of him, taking him, this was the place she’d wanted to be for so long.

  Ready or not, she was on the ride of her life, and the deep groan she heard him make told her he didn’t want to be anywhere else either. Her nails dug into his thighs as she began to move, knowing exactly how best t
o get herself off as she rode him. He helped her by thrusting up into her, driving her higher as they moved together.

  The world disappeared all over again, only this time Lincoln was with her. He was in the world that existed only between them, and Roxie let her body go, her head back so that her hair stroked at his thighs every time they moved together.

  His fingers grasped at her waist, dug into her skin until she knew there’d be marks later, but that pierce of pain only brought her more pleasure. She inhaled deeply, feeling him inside of her until she lost all train of thought.

  Someone made a sound like a scream, but the world was shattering so she didn’t care who made it. When she felt him pulse within her, when his fingers dug even tighter and his body went stiff, she knew he was right there with her. They flew over that edge together, engulfed in invisible flames that licked at their skin as pricks of pleasure.

  “Roxie.” She heard him moan her name, but she couldn’t form words, not even when the pulsing stopped, or when she dropped to his chest, panting.

  Her body decided it was boneless and she slid from his body to lie against the covers. Lincoln moved around her, curled into her, to hold her as she caught her breath. The look on his face, when she’d gathered enough senses together to look over at him, told her that he hadn’t been ready for what she had to give. That he hadn’t been ready for her. The problem was, she wasn’t sure she’d been ready for him either.

  Thank you for reading Dancing With Lies.

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