by Amber Burns
“I have scarified too much to achieve that dream. Did you ever want anything that much, Dave?” She asked.
Rage turned and looked at Adel’s face. He wanted to tell her “Yes. Yes, you… right now. I want you that much and more.” But he knew such a display would only scare her away.
He once wanted to be an accountant, then a soldier. Four years in Navy SEALs made sure he would never fit into office working environment again. Now, Dave had learned to live without plans and expectations. His club was his home and family. He was happy doing bookkeeping for club business. It wasn’t glamorous but it was enough to make a living doing what he loved. But this night had awoken a new ambition in his heart – he wanted to be loved by this woman curled up next to him – he wanted it so much that he feared his own desire.
Chapter 3
It was well after 3 in the morning, when Stalk and Nastia announced that they were leaving the camp site. Rage had used a moment alone with his best friend to ask how much he knew about Nastia’s expectations and whether he was interested in anything more than just spending a night with her.
“Are you kidding me, man? The girl is hot as hell, I just want to do her raw – that’s all. No strings attached. I get on my bike and leave her bed for good next morning.”
Stalked sounded so surprised at his question, as if Dave had just landed from the moon and had no idea about life on this planet. Perhaps these strange feelings storming inside him from the very first moment he laid eyes on Adel had made him into a true lunatic, because no matter what his best friend had planned for tonight, he was going to kill his party plans. He was not even sure whether it was his desire to prevent Nastia from the disappointment of finding Stalk gone for good next morning, when she opened her eyes. Or was it his desire to please Adel, to make her sure he could stand up and protect her friend if needed. Rage did not give it much thought, but he jumped to his feet and announced he was going to take Nastia hope.
“You both had too much alcohol, I am not letting you ride the bike in this state,” he said.
“Dude, are you out of your mind? We. Have. Plans.” Stalk said while poking at his friend’s chest with his leather gloved finger. His eyes were wide and shooting daggers at him. “What do you think you are doing?” he mouthed to him, making sure the girls could not hear him.
Rage ignored his friend and turned to the women.
“Nastia, think for a moment, if you get on this dude’s bike, and get into an accident tonight, you will never ever be able to dance again. Is he worth that?” He looked into her wide blue eyes. Surprise and disappointment lingered there, but eventually she gave way to reason.
“I should go home, then,” she spoke as her friend wrapped her arms around her protectively and kissed her temple.
“You’ll feel much better tomorrow, darling,” Adel told her.
Rage knew Stalk was going to make him pay dearly for this stunt, but he didn’t care. He know if Stalk fucked and bailed on Nastia he would never see Adel again.
“Cock block!” Muttered Stalk as he got to his own bike and left. The jerk did not even care to lie to the girl that he would maybe call her back someday. Maybe that was for the best.
Once Nastia was home, Rage offered Adel taking her home as well.
“I wouldn’t mind to talk some more… if you are up for it, of course,” she suggested in such a matter-of-fact tone that sounded as if they knew each other for ages.
Rage smiled widely at the invitation.
“I’d love to,” he said while trying to hide some of the exuberance from his voice.
“Tell me about your tattoos. Why did you choose dragons?” She traced his tattoo with a delicate finger, and Rage shivered. His body was on fire. Every part of him needed her more than he would ever need air. She kept on surprising him. She wanted to know him. She cared to hear the story about his tattoos. Could this night get any better?
It could, and it did.
“Do you want me, Dave?” She asked right before he was about to hand her the helmet to take her home on his bike.
For a moment Rage considered not pushing his luck and asking for a second date instead of taking her right then and there. He discarded the thought. Since when did he play safe? And there was no guarantee she wouldn’t change her mind next morning and never want to see him again.
“Yes, baby. I’ve wanted you all night. Since I first laid eyes on you… and I still want you right here and now. On my bike.” Rage know how that sounded. He seemed like some horn ball who wanted a quick fuck. Little did his sweet ballerina know the true intent behind those words.
“I… I was not planning to do this,” she said with nervous chuckle and blushed immediately. Rage loved the red in her cheeks. He enjoyed watching the confusion and uncertainty mix with desire in her eyes.
“Nothing wrong with changing the plans a little,” he spoke as he moved closer to her.
He was so close, that they were breathing the same air. He ran his fingers through her soft wavy hair. Another moment and he was going to devour those soft lips. He sucked a sharp breath. Another moment – he knew she wanted to talk a little bit more to gain confidence.
“I usually don’t change my plans often. Nothing unexpected… You know… it’s just easier that way.”
“I guess the opposite works for me just fine,” he didn’t want to scare her, but he also needed her to know the real him. She was not a fragile doll. The truth was not going to shutter her to pieces... or scare her away… or was it?
“I just thought one night would not do much harm, would it? Life will be back to normal tomorrow morning. I have not been seeing anyone since… well since… I joined the company two years ago. I thought I needed to concentrate on work, put everything into working towards my goals and…” She was talking as if looking for an excuse to do what felt so right and natural.
Rage was taking none of that. He silenced her with a tender kiss, which blazed with passion the moment her lips opened up for him and kissed him back. She moaned softly into his mouth and her sweet tongue licked his upper lip playfully.
“I guess I’m one lucky bastard to get all of this condensed passion inside you. Don’t hold back, baby, use me to your heart’s content.”
With that he grabbed her into his arms and started peeling her short summer dress and lacy panties off her. He seated her on his bike and pushing her legs open, stood between them. He could feel her body tense as soon as she was fully exposed before him. He saw her need to cover herself with her arms. Rage grabbed her wrists pinning them to her sides to prevent her from doing so.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as his gaze slid down her pale, petite body.
Adel’s eyes flew shut, and her head dropped back. As if closing her eyes she was hiding herself from her discomfort of being exposed to him. He kissed the tip of her nose, and her soft moan rewarded him with a jerk in his pants. Slow, he reminded himself, this is about *her* first.
He stepped even closer, letting her feel the growing bulge in his pants. Adel’s naked clit throbbed against the rough fabric separating them. She moaned and tilted her head directing his hungry lips toward the side of her face. He found her earlobe and nibbled at it lightly. Then, placing lines of soft kissed down her jaw line, throat and collarbone.
“You are still clothed,” Adel noted.
Her voice had gotten that breathless high-pitch, which spoke of her excitement. Although she protested, Dave knew she loved the feel of her naked body against his rough leathers.
“I am. And I intend to remain so for now,” he promised, and his own voice sounded much huskier.
The truth was his body was burning with desire; his cock was an iron bar ready to burst out of his pants and claim her body. He ignored the molten heat that was maddening her; instead, he directed his attention to the firm twin breasts poking at his vest with their hardened nipples. The cinnamon colored buds were begging to be sucked in his warm mouth, and he did not make them wait long.
She gasped
at the fell of his beard against her naked flesh. Dave grinned at her – he knew she would love the tingly sensation. He then trapped one of her nipples between his teeth and pressed lightly, while he grabbed and rubbed the other one. Adel’s body jerked.
“Careful, please,” she begged.
Rage giggled. He had never done it in a polite and civilized manner. Sex with him was going to be dirty, sweaty and loud, and she was going to cum so many times, that her scent will remain on the leather seat of his bike for a very long time. He took his sweet time to lick and suck at her breasts to his heart’s content. Her breasts were small and that suited him perfectly. He could take them fully into his mouth, and flicking his tongue around them, suck at hard until he felt Adel’s body shake maddened with desire.
Once he was pleased with his job at her breasts, he started kissing his way further down. Rage dropped to his knees and brought both her legs up on his shoulders.
“Oh, Dave, please…” she moaned.
“Please what, baby?” He smiled as he looked up into her hooded eyes. They were filled with passion. Her pupils blown so wide, that there was only a tiny ring of green and gold left of her irises.
“It’s too much, too…” For a moment he thought maybe she did not enjoy being eaten out. He would never insist if she didn’t want it. But her clit was so swollen and her juices shining on her lips craving to be licked.
“Sex?” He provided her with the word she was looking for. “Yes it is. And you are so beautiful and so wet for me.”
Pushing her sex open with his fingers, he slid his tongue out and took a long slow lick – starting at her shiny juicy opening and sliding all the way up her slit. Adel moaned and grabbing his head into her arms, pushed him closer to her.
“More, please,” she demanded.
That’s what it look to turn a good girl into a very bad one. Rage smiled at his victory, and taking a deep breath of her scent kissed her needy pussy passionately. He licked her in maddeningly slow circular movements of his tongue and every time he brushed over her clit, the hardened nub throbbed under his tongue. He would never have enough of this intoxicating sweet flavor.
Her clit and pussy had the same cinnamon coloring as her nipples. With every lick, though, they grew darker and darker. Dave slid his tongue inside her and felt her whole being quiver – she was welcoming him in, she needed more. She dripped a handful of his hair into her hands and tugged at them every time he thrust his tongue into her.
“Dave, I… I will… Oh, god,” Adel’s whole body was trembling. She was so close. Dave thrusts as deep as he could. The tip of his nose sank into her rubbing at her clit. To push her into the blissful agony of orgasm, he only needed one more tiny touch. He slid his hand between her buttocks and lightly pressed at the tight muscle with the tip of his finger.
Adel screamed. Her body stilled for a moment, and then she let it go. She came into his mouth – so sweet, so maddeningly sweet. He drank every drop of her juices, and held her body firmly in his arms preventing her from collapsing. Rage held her in his arms until her breathing evened.
“What about you?” She asked when she was ready to open her eyes.
“We are only getting started, baby,” he assured her. “Now, I am going to fuck you senseless as you straddle me on my bike.”
Her eyes glistered with desire. Adel bit on her lower lips. Looking into his eyes, her delicate fingers unzipped his pants and freed his cock, which was already on the verge of explosion. He was not going to last long, but he would come in the only place, where he wanted to be now – wrapped inside those throbbing velvety walls of her pussy.
Dave positioned himself on his bike and carefully helped her onto his lap. Adel’s tiny form fit into his muscular one perfectly. Her delicate fingers caressed his cock, the girth or length of which thankfully did not scare her away. He would be careful not to hurt her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed into him impatiently.
“Oh she is eager for more…” Rage noted to himself.
“Can you lift your legs to my shoulders?” He asked. We wanted to make sure she was stripped of every last bit of control and was completely at his mercy.
With the ease and grace that only a ballerina would have, she lifted both of her legs and crossed her ankles at the nape of his neck. Perfect. He then lifted her and positioning her right of top of his cock, slowly eased her all the way down, until his balls touched her cheeks.
Rage looked into her eyes as he started thrusting into her – as slow and tender as he could. There was so much trust, so much concealed passion in those green-gold eyes. Rage wanted to know all the secrets hidden behind them. Her hands wandered all over his broad chest and shoulders as he continued thrusting into her. The heat inside him threatened to set him on fire any moment now, if he did not move faster. And so he did. He moved faster and faster; thrust deeper and deeper. Adel did not protest; she did not shy away or ask him to take it easier. She was consumed with passion as was he and trusted him completely with her body.
As the first waves of orgasm burst inside her, she crashed her lips on his. They did not break apart from each other’s mouths until his own orgasm hit him and he pumped every last drop of his seed inside her. She held her so close to him, that for a moment, he feared he could crash her delicate bones.
Rage eased their sweaty bodies on the ground. It was at that moment that he realized that he was still fully clothed. He could do nothing, but hope there would still be another chance for him to reveal all of him to her.
Chapter 4
Adel was crystal clear, when she bid him good-bye that morning. This was only one night of madness for her. She had to concentrate on her career. As much as Rage did not want to let her go, he thought, he could at least give her some time to reconsider her decision. As much as Rage did not want to confess it to himself, he was head over heels in love with this woman and could not imagine living another day without her.
She did not make him wait long. It was later that afternoon. Rage was in the club garage trying in vain to distract himself from thinking about his ballerina, when his phone buzzed.
“Hey,” her voice was cheerful.
Good. He feared she would come back to senses and regret about last night once she was back into the tamed reality of her ballet world.
“I got an invitation to audition for one of the biggest ballet companies in New York. I thought, I’d share the great news with you,” she said and laughed.
She had told her last night that it was her biggest dream to become a prima in that company. Having buried all of his dreams under the thick layer of dust, there was nothing that could make Dave happier right now. He could not believe his ears – she wanted to share her happiness with him.
“Wonderful news, baby. Shall we celebrate it?” A man could hope, he reminded himself again.
“Yes,” she said – just one simple world, which made the sun shine so much brighter. Dave was glad he was wearing his leather jacket; otherwise his heart was going to jump out of his chest.
Preparing for the auditions, was so tiring that Adel collapsed into his arms every night. Rage would make love to her and then cradle her in his arms until she fell asleep. He could not help her much with her rehearsals, but he had a feeling that taking away her tension and worry was no less important.
On the day of the audition, Dave was woken up by Adel’s scream. It was 7:44 in the morning, and she was supposed to be the first one in the audition line at 8:00 AM sharp. They had missed the alarm.
“I can’t believe it. I’ve slept on the most important day of my life,” she was screaming as she tried to pull her tights on.
She was having a nervous breakdown. Rage could not let her leave in that state. He jumped out of the bed and cradled her in his strong arms.
“I’ll get you there on time, baby, don’t worry,” he promised.
Two minutes later he was dressed and waiting for her to hop on the back of his bike. All he could think about was getting her there
on time. He could feel her fingers fasten around his waist. Her fingers were icy cold. He covered them with one of his large palms, while the other remained on the handle. When Rage was younger he loved pushing his limits – driving with only one hand on the handle, riding with closed eyes… All of those crazy skills turned out to be quite useful at the moment. The pair sped down side streets and highways, passing between cars and pushing the limit of what a yellow light really meant. Their destination soon loomed on the horizon. Rage twisted the throttle, sending the bike’s engine into an even louder scream.
Adel jumped off the bike and rushed inside. Rage wished her good luck, but even if she heard his voice, she had no time to turn to him. Rage checked the time. It was 8:01.
“This ballet is fucking tougher than military,” he took a deep breath and climbing off of his bike sat down on the stairs. It should take a couple of hours before she was done.
Three hours later Adel walked out from the building. Rage could not read from her expression whether it went well or not. From the tension in her body he doubted she was going to tell that to him.
