by SM Olivier
“How did I get lucky enough to have a sexy man like you want me?” I countered back.
He smiled. “The fact that you don’t realize how beautiful you are from the inside out is the biggest turn on ever,” he murmured against my lips.
I reached my arms around and gently scraped his back with my fingernails. He groaned against my tongue. I took that as a sign that he enjoyed it, so I ran my nails up to his broad shoulders and back down to his tight, high rear end. When I gently kneaded the hard flesh, he moaned once more before he plunged into me.
I could feel his large cock tear through me, a painful sensation that had me crying out. The pressure and burning pain were nearly unbearable.
He stilled, his eyes growing wide. “Shit, You aren’t…you weren’t…?”
I nodded through the gathering tears. It burned, and I longed to push him off me. Madison told me it hurt, but she never warned me that it would be this bad.
“Oh shit, Peyton, I am so sorry.” He dropped little kisses all over my face. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know. How…?” he trailed off in wonder and awe.
I buried my head in his arm. I was too embarrassed and angry at myself. I had been so caught up in the moment, I failed to tell him about my virginity. I should have told him.
I felt him tense and begin to roll away. “I’m sorry,” he said sadly.
He had misinterpreted my silence! I quickly looped my legs around his back and noticed two things at once, that he slid further into me, and the discomfort and pain had given way to a warm, full feeling. It felt…good.
“Don’t leave me,” I murmured to him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It feels…good.”
He moaned against my shoulder. “It feels more than good to me. You are so damn tight,” he said it in an almost pained voice.
I waited for him to continue his movements, but he didn’t. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I pushed my hips against his. My clit rubbed against his hard pelvis and the sensation felt so great. Better than great, in fact.
He groaned before he began to match his movements to mine. He tilted his hips so that he was rubbing against me with every thrust of his cock. I buried one of my hands in his hair as my other hand dug into his hard glutes. My fingernails dug into his flesh, and he muttered another expletive.
“Better than I could ever imagine,” he muttered against my ear. “You’re so tight, so beautiful. I want to stay like this, in you, forever. I want to watch and hear you come and then do it over and over and over again.”
His voice was harsh, guttural. His words turned me on so much, and I could feel the build-up of pleasure as he ground his pelvis against my clit. His athletic, dancer’s body seemed to be attuned to mine.
The feeling of his cock filling me up, and his poignant movements, were pushing me to the edge once more. The tingling feeling was more intense than I’d ever had felt before.
Suddenly he stilled, and I cried out in disappointment.
“Why?” I whined.
He chuckled. “I’m too damn close,” he muttered in embarrassment. “I want to feel you come around me before I come.”
“I was almost there.” I licked his ear before nipping on it. “Keep moving your hips against me like you were, and I’ll come for you.”
He hissed, and soon he was no longer gentle and languid in his movements. His movements sped up, and I was surprised to feel that my body was more than willing to meet him move for move. I grasped both my hands on his rear, mimicking the movements of his hips, digging my fingernails into him.
He lifted his mouth to mine and cursed against my lips as he pushed in and out of me. His loss of control was enough to push me over the edge.
“Zane,” I cried out against his lips. A kaleidoscope of colors shattered behind my eyes, and I felt the explosion of my climax in every fiber of my body.
He let a guttural groan of my name, and I could still feel the warmth of his release through the thin latex barrier. He pumped his hips a few more languid times above me. Then he collapsed, his breathing ragged. He caught himself at the last second to brace himself so he wouldn’t squish me with his full body weight.
“Thank you,” he murmured after our breathing returned to normal and our hearts resumed their regular cadence.
I was too sated to properly process his words or wonder why he was thanking me. I smiled against his chest, loving the feel of his body against mine. I rubbed my hands against his skin and adored the feel of the subtle sheen of sweat on him. I noticed that I was just as sweaty, but I didn’t care. There was a primal feeling of satisfaction in me, like this was how it was supposed to be.
“I should be thanking you.” I laughed softly.
Time and time again, I had heard so many girls tell me their first times sucked. They told me the guys had lost their load before they even got close to finding their own pleasure. Afterward, most of the guys rolled off and went back to what they had been doing or went to sleep, leaving them unsatisfied. Even Madison told me it wasn’t until her fourth or fifth hook up that she found any pleasure.
I had enjoyed my first time, and Zane had been a generous lover. He waited until I found my pleasure…again, before he sought his own.
Zane rolled off me before I could protest. He removed the condom. I watched him tie it off before casually strolling towards his bathroom and discarding it. His tight, muscular butt was a sight to behold as he gracefully moved towards the sink, turning on the water.
“Are Crew and Ky expecting you back tonight?” he asked suddenly.
I looked at him in confusion before I reached over for my phone. It was nearly ten o’clock. Where had the time gone? “Ky is probably already asleep, but knowing Crew, he’ll wait up for me until I walk into the house.”
“Text him and tell him you’re not coming back tonight. You’re spending the night with me. I still have one of your bags in my SUV. I’m sure you can find something to wear to school and dance class in there.” He came back into the room with a washcloth.
With the transition between Ky’s, Mr. Isaacs’, school, and dance, it wouldn’t surprise me if all their cars had my clothes in them. It was amazing I had anything to wear, considering the fact I had been living out of duffel bags for over two weeks. I made a mental note to collect all those bags and reorganize the chaos.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I teased him.
He did a total un-Zane like thing and smirked. He was generally very mindful of how he behaved with me. He had no problem ordering the guys around most of the time, but he always treated me differently.
His hand dipped between my legs, and the warmth of the cloth surprised me for a second. It was slightly painful down there, but the warm washcloth soothed me.
“I can ask you, but I know you’ll say yes.” All humor fled his eyes before he looked at me intensely. “I want you again. My head tells me I should wait, but my body wants to possess you and hear my name on your lips again. Say you’ll stay.”
His gentle ministrations and thoughtfulness warmed my heart. There was the Zane I was used to.
I nodded, and a relieved smile spread across his face.
“I’ll be right back with your bag. I’ll wash anything if you need me to,” he informed me before sliding back into his warm-ups. “I may or may not bring back some pizza rolls, too. Tell me you like pizza rolls.”
I laughed. “Do you have ranch to go with that Sriracha we got earlier?” I asked hopefully.
He chuckled. “Is this another one of your weird combination of flavors?” he teased. “I’m sure we have some ranch.”
“Great. You need to try the ranch and Sriracha mixed together as a dip for pizza rolls.” I wanted to eat healthier this week for my competition, but I could afford to eat unhealthy for one meal.
He laughed with a shrug. “I’m always open to trying new things.”
I looked down at my phone and contemplated what I should text Crew. Even though I knew everyone was on the s
ame page with this relationship, I was concerned about what Zane and I had just done. Would they be okay with it? I didn’t want to hurt any of them in the pursuit of finding my pleasure.
I took a deep breath and texted him.
Me: Staying here tonight. Thanks for staying up. I’ll see you tomorrow when you pick me up :-*
I didn’t have to wait long for his response.
Crew: Goodnight, Angel :-*
I smiled at his response.
“Hey, Beautiful,” Zane said from the doorway as I plugged my phone in.
I looked up. “Hmm?” I asked.
He was looking at me with desire and a whole other range of emotions I was unable to decipher. “I think we should be partners,” he stated confidently.
I looked at him quizzically before my stomach sunk. Was he trying to tell me he wanted me all to himself? Did he expect me to turn my back on the others just because we had a beautiful intimate moment?
“What do you mean?” I finally asked quietly.
He took a few strides back into the room. “It’s not what you think it means,” he reassured me softly as he kneeled next to the bed and grabbed both of my hands in his. “I would never ask you or expect you to choose between any of us. I know you care for the others, and I know they care for you…a lot. They need you just as much as I need you. When I said I want us to be partners, I meant for competitions.”
My eyes rushed with tears from the surprise of his words. I pulled my hand from his and cupped his cheek. “Is this the post-coitus talking? If so, I don’t want you to partner with me. I don’t want to put you in a stressful situation just to make me or your mom happy. You sacrifice enough for those you care about. Sometimes you need to take care of yourself. You’re too good, sometimes, giving yourself to everyone for too long. I don’t even know if they realize you do it anymore. I don’t even think you realize you’re doing it anymore.”
He looked at me thoughtfully for several moments before he burst out laughing. “Post-coitus? Who even says that!”
I mock glared at him. “All that and that’s the response I receive in return? What should I call it then?”
He tackled me onto the bed and continued to laugh. I tried to squirm away from him, but he was too strong.
“You can call it sex.” He kissed my forehead. “You can call it screwing.” He kissed my nose. “You can call it fucking.” He kissed my cheek. “You can call it the horizontal tango.” He kissed my other cheek.
“Enough,” I cried out. Not able to hold back my own laughter from the glimpse of Zane’s playful side. “I’ve heard enough of your crude terminology. I like the word coitus!”
He continued to rattle on about all the terminology he knew for sex. When I had enough of his teasing, I wrapped my thighs around his waist once more and thrust my hips. I felt his reaction immediately.
I didn’t realize the chain reaction of my movements until the laughter dissipated and the fires were relit.
He reached over me, and in the blink of an eye, he had his pants down and his erection sheathed in a condom. This time when he entered me, it was slow and careful.
“You can call it making love,” he murmured next to my ear as he rotated his hips against me. I didn’t think I could feel the thrill of arousal again and so quickly. I didn’t know if it was his words that got me or his movements. “And starting tomorrow you can call me your partner, because I know with you by my side, I can conquer the demons that threaten to suffocate me when I’m on stage.”
I cupped his face, pulling his mouth down to mine, and kissed him with everything I had inside of me. His confidence in me, and his willingness to conquer his demons, gave my heart wings so it could soar.
I let my dancer lead me to new heights, and when we found our release with each other once more, I knew he would be a great partner in more ways than one.
13
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National Interest
I should have been more upset at being reprimanded several times the next day. Anya and Star both got on me for being “off.” Luckily, I only had to perform my solo a few times. Star gave me the excuse that I had been working hard lately, and maybe I just needed a recuperation day. I was okay with taking that excuse, but the way Anya watched me, I wondered if she had known I had spent the night.
She came home long after we had our late snack and fell asleep. Did she check on Zane while he slept? Did she notice me in just his T-shirt?
I was sore in places I never thought I could be, but it was all worth it. My first introduction to sex was better than I could have imagined. Zane had worshipped my body like I was the most important woman in the whole world.
After we made love the second time, Zane had washed my clothing in my duffel bags and what I had been wearing. Then I had slipped into one of his shirts while we ate our pizza rolls in his bed. Afterward, we showered and then cuddled in bed until we fell asleep.
He woke me up this morning by going down on me, and it was the best wake-up call ever. He wouldn’t even let me return the favor. His giving nature only made my experience better.
“Crew is on the way here,” I said to Renee as I slipped into my camo skinny-jeans and a sleeveless black tee with a tan American flag emblazoned across my chest.
“My Dad wanted to thank you again for letting me hitch a ride with you,” Renee said tentatively. “Just let us know when you… don't want to anymore.”
I had worked with Renee for at least two hours today, and slowly but surely, she had gotten more comfortable with me and started talking. I found out that, even though she was quiet, she had a quirky sense of humor that had me laughing and smiling a lot. I was thrilled that I had decided to befriend her.
“No problem,” I said with a shrug. “I’m sure we can keep giving you rides. I heard that your dad drives a lot. Since we’re going in the same direction, it doesn’t make any sense for him to leave work if I’m heading in the same direction.”
I slipped on my black combat boots and pulled out my bun, brushing my hair out. I was starting to get a slight headache, and the pull on my head was a little too much.
She gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment. “You’re not just doing this because I told you about Leah yesterday?” she asked hesitantly.
I shook my head immediately. “No,” I answered quickly before grabbing my backpack.
“Then why are you helping me?” she asked with a little more gumption.
I laughed as we headed out of the locker room. “Because,” I said, trying to formulate my answer so it didn’t offend her in any way. “I can remember being ostracized by a group of girls, hell, I still am. If I hadn’t had mentors who had faith in me, I’m not sure I would have ever gained the confidence I needed to become the dancer I am today. Sometimes you just need someone to show you what the world sees, because our thoughts... our insecurities can be our greatest enemies.”
She smiled shyly. “What do you see?”
“I see someone who is technically better than I could ever be,” I said honestly, without hesitation. “I mean, I know I’m good at contemporary, ballet, lyrical, and hip hop but you do all that and more. I could never make jazz, tap, or modern look as effortless as you do. The way you can transition from one style to another is astounding, too.”
She stopped, her mouth agape before she blushed furiously. “You don’t have to lie,” she mumbled to me. “You are one of the best dancers I have ever seen!”
It was my turn to gape at her. “Seriously, cross my heart, I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t mean it. I just wish you could see it. There’s only a few of us that Anya has confidence enough in, to give scholarships to,” I reminded her. “Maybe you should think about that, too. How many girls must drop out because they can’t afford to attend dance anymore? There’s a reason she never let you drop out.”
“I should,” she mumbled once more. “It’s a lot to be on the competition team. With registration fees, costumes, food, etcetera. My dad wouldn’t have to work a se
cond job, and we could see more of each other.”
As we neared the entrance of the studio, I noticed some of the girls lounging in the lobby. I tensed up when I saw Bailey and Wendy. I knew immediately they were up to no good. They rarely hung out in the lobby. Plus, they should’ve been with their tutors.
“Did you hear she got her costume from a consignment sale?” Bailey whispered loudly. “Someone needs to tell her that’s a big no-no.”
I knew they saw us coming, but they turned as if they hadn’t seen us, like they were just having a casual conversation.
I took a deep breath and lightly squeezed Renee’s arm, having seen Renee stiffen in my peripheral. They had been talking about her. Wendy and Bailey had been making digs at us ever since we got the solos. I was getting used to their brand of cruelty and jealousy, but Renee was still hypersensitive to it all.
“Yeah, I saw it.” Wendy snorted. “It has a tear near the waistline, and I’m pretty sure I saw a stain on the ass.”
“Ignore them,” I muttered to Renee, but more loudly I said, “Renee, you did an amazing job today. I really think you're going to place higher than me on Saturday. Is your dad coming? If not, Zane and I can pick you up on the way here.”
I didn’t just say that for the benefit of the girls, I said it because it was true. My number was technically more difficult, but her piece was more poignant. Sometimes judges could be influenced by their emotions, something I’ve seen countless times.
I might have been a little bit mean-spirited in bringing up Zane, but I knew all the girls on the competition team, minus two or three, had flirted with him in the past, trying to gain his attention. He was friendly to them, but he had never accepted their advances, including friendship.
I opened the door to the studio and peered out to see if there was any sign of Crew.
Renee sighed. “Dad’s going to try, but the construction company he works for is offering overtime this weekend, so he might have to go in,” she answered quietly.
I didn’t expect that response and frowned. I could hear the hurt and longing in her voice. I knew she felt like she was responsible for her father working so much. Anya didn’t have the donors that my previous school did, so her dad had to come up with the money.
