by Shayla Black
Alejandro had barely touched anything below her waist and already she felt screamingly close to orgasm. He’d already brought her closer to the pinnacle than any of her other previous lovers. Damn, what would happen if—when?—he laid her down on that sumptuous bed and covered her body with his? When he filled her up with every inch he taunted her with even now as he rocked against her?
Panting, mewling, Shanna grabbed his face with clutching fingers and pressed her lips harder against his. God, it was stupid and dangerous…and she ached to find out just how good he really was.
5
Shanna panted, clinging to Alejandro when he lodged his thigh between hers and urged her to swivel her hips against him.
Thick bolts of need speared her belly, slicing down her legs. Her blood turned thick. The wanton within her demanded more.
She wasn’t the Bitch of the Ballroom tonight. She was just a female surrendering to the hot sensations her lover’s touch roused. How it happened, she didn’t know. Why now and with this man, in this situation, was a mystery, too. But for once, she felt like a woman. Not just an athlete, a dancer, or a competitor. Just a woman in touch with her sexuality.
Orgasm approached hard and fast. Tension built between her legs. Heat fractured her thoughts. She moaned, feeling Alejandro’s hands at her hips, urging her on, and Del’s hot stare burning her back.
As she climbed up, up, Alejandro lifted his mouth from hers and sent her a deliciously wicked smile. God, the man could melt steel with that look. And she was nowhere near that solid.
“You ache.” He didn’t ask; he stated.
“Yes.”
“You are wet.”
No doubt, he felt her wet folds through the thin fabric of his slacks, and the friction it provided was driving her out of her mind.
“Yes.”
Then he reached around her, lifted her skirt to her waist , and gliding rough palms over her bare ass. Shanna knew Del could see her cheeks and the delicate white thong bisecting them. She swore she could feel his stare burning her backside. And she knew it affected him because he groaned.
That sound reached between her legs and jolted her. Why it turned her on so much to turn Del on she couldn’t explain. And she didn’t want to know. Tomorrow, she’d likely be mortified. Tonight, she just didn’t care.
“Do you like knowing that Del is eating up your ass with his hungry gaze?” Ali rasped in her ear. “That he’s so hard for you and would kill to be in my place right now?”
Shanna couldn’t help it; she whimpered.
“That’s right. But he will not touch you. He will watch and he will want, but I will take every sinful pleasure your body has to offer.”
The man knew how to talk to her. With a few choice words, he utterly unwound her.
Then he tugged on the tie securing the skirt around her waist and , slipped the last button free. Her skirt fluttered to the stage. Now she wore nothing but her very damp thong.
He lowered his hands to her hips again, forcing her sex down on his thigh once more. To the music, they swayed, h=is impressive erection brushing her belly, inciting more hunger. Her need to come grew, expanded until she was moaning, muttering words of nonsense and need.
“Please. Please!”
“I will give you all you can take. Then, querida, I will give you more.”
He barely finished whispering the promise when he bent her back over his arm, arching her breasts up so he could feast on them again. Her nipples were so hard under his tongue, and no matter how he licked, suckled, bit, she only wanted more.
To be so lost in the moment, in the sensation, stunned and amazed Shanna. For all the times she’d wondered if she was “normal” because she didn’t respond to a man’s touch, she now had her answer. She responded to Alejandro. To Del standing now, his eyes on her. To the forbidden burn of everything they night transpire tonight.
Still bent over Alejandro’s arm, Shanna locked her stare with Del’s, to entice him with what he couldn’t have. And though the room was upside down from this vantage, she could not miss the small crowd filing in. Men. More than five, less than a dozen, they all had tense bodies, hot eyes.
“Fuck, she’s hot,” murmured a total stranger.
Del stood in the middle of them, fists clenched at his sides. “She is that.”
“They want you,” Alejandro murmured against her neck. “And I want to show them what they’re missing.”
Before she could even process what he meant, Alejandro spun her around to face the audience. Oh, God, they stood a mere three feet away. So close she swore she could feel their hot breaths on her skin. She recognized Dimples there. His smile was gone, replaced by seething want and an erection a blind woman couldn’t miss.
He and the rest of the crowd were focused on her bare breasts, loose and heavy as Ali forced her hips to maintain the rhythm of the music.
Collective groans resounded, sending a rush of desire inside her. Could she actually come simply from being watched?
Since she frequently had trouble orgasming during masturbation, simply letting loose here, now, was a heady, wonderful thought.
Then Alejandro slid his palms down her arms, still behind her, rocking to the beat of the music. Then he grasped her wrists and lifted her hands above her head until they encircled his neck.
Another chorus of groans erupted from the audience. A quick glance down proved the new pose raised her breasts, made her nipples stand straight out like an invitation.
“Don’t move,” Alejandro commanded. “Just feel…and let go.”
She gave him a shaky nod, wondering, eager—aching—for whatever he planned next.
Shanna didn’t have to wait long. A moment later, his fingertips trailed down the side of her breast, across the flat of her abdomen, and disappeared right into her tiny wet thong.
He gave her no time to absorb the fact he was fondling her in public—and that she loved it—before his fingers zeroed in on her clit. A brush, a rub. An electric spark. Tingles danced through her sex, in her belly, down her thighs. The tension ratcheted up until she could barely breathe.
“You going to come for them?” Ali whispered in her ear.
She nodded erratically.
“You going to come for me?”
“Yes!” She bit her lip to keep from screaming as the ache deepened into something nearly unbearable.
With the music throbbing in her ears, Alejandro’s fingers shoving her past the breaking point, with nearly a dozen sets of hot male eyes and thoughts enveloped in only her, Shanna came apart.
Her hoarse cry erupted above the music. Her eyes closed, and pleasure washed over her, sharp, golden, unbelievable.
Nothing had ever been like that. Nothing had ever prepared her for the addicting rush of pure sensation lighting up her body. Oh. My. God.
Alejandro took her down slowly before extracting his hand from her panties. When he did, she looked down to find his fingers saturated with her cream.
He gave a satisfied chuckle in her ear. “This is how I want you, soaked for me.”
She gasped as he anointed her nipples with her juice, then whirled her to face him. With long, languid swipes of his tongue, he licked her taste away with a moan that reverberated deep inside her, stirring the ache back to life.
Shanna was shocked when he stepped away and took her hand in his. Suddenly, she was aware of being almost totally bare, while everyone around her was half clothed or more. She felt naked. Vulnerable. Yet oddly strong. She glanced between Alejandro and the tense, shuffling audience.
“That’s it?”
He leaned in, looking to the world like a lover planting soft kisses just below her ear. “If you want it to be. We certainly gave the blackmailer something to film.”
Yes, but was it enough? And was that really the reason she was contemplating the words about to come out of her mouth?
“I want more.”
Alejandro glanced down into her face, his stare delving deep into hers. “Are yo
u sure?”
All she knew was that she wasn’t ready for tonight to end. She nodded.
Gently, he grabbed her wrist and placed her hand over his erection. Damn, he was hard. And very large. Oh, wow…
“I’m dying to feel you around me,” he whispered. “Your mouth, your pussy… Tell me what you want. How much of you will you give me?”
The real question was, could she actually hold anything back?
Shanna felt her way up his cock, to the catch of his slacks. She flipped it open, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Another groan from the audience spurred her on. With slow torture in mind, she eased down his zipper, taking her sweet time.
“If you have a ‘no’ on the tip of your tongue, say it now.”
Shanna leaned closer to his primal male heat, her mouth hovering above the hard nub of his brown nipple. She flicked a sultry gaze up to his face, latching onto his burning stare. “Never heard the word.”
When had she ever been brazen? Or assertive or hungry or dying to feel a man’s animal heat burning her up? Never. For years, she’d poured her passion into dance. When she performed, she could express all her pent-up feelings through the movements of her body and the interaction with her partner. In real life…she’d never put a tenth of her passion into sex. Tonight—now—she wanted to change all that.
Alejandro had compelled her to.
She closed her mouth around his nipple and nibbled him with her teeth. He groaned long and loud. Holding in her satisfied smile, she pushed his pants over his hips, sliding them down his thighs.
His sex sprang free, so hard it nearly lay against his belly. So long, it reached toward his navel. So thick, she could barely get her hand all the way around it. So perfect, she knew that once he sank deep into her, she’d feel not only more pleasure she’d ever experienced, but ecstasy beyond her wildest fantasies.
Panting, Shanna fell to her knees. She could hardly wait.
When his slacks reached his ankles, Alejandro was very glad he hadn’t bothered with anything underneath.
He was even more glad to see Shanna on her knees, eyeing his cock.
Alejandro took himself in hand and guided the weeping head closer to the red haven of her lush mouth.
He barely anchored his palm around the crown of her head when she opened wide to take inch after inch inside the stunning, wet heat as she cradled him on her tongue. Dios mío!
She sucked hard, and he felt her all over his cock. His head nudged the back of her throat. Her tongue swiped the sensitive underside of his erection, swirled around the purple crest.
Heaven—Shanna had to be it. She was definitely sleek and built for long, sweaty, intense fucks—and to show off for the audience that would masturbate to the sight and sounds of her.
About that, he had no doubt.
To his left, the audience watched. Moaned. A few guys were adjusting themselves. Others had given up and were already stroking their own cocks. A few women had wandered into the room, and he hoped they understood there would likely be a long line to fuck them if they stayed.
Then Shanna drew back, her tongue laving the head of his cock, igniting a maelstrom of icy-hot tingles in his balls, down his spine. He stopped thinking completely. Too full of sensation now, he fucked her mouth slowly as she whimpered around him, her fingers locked on his thighs…slowly inching up to his ass.
She took him to the back of her throat again. Her nails dug into his skin, and the hint of pain pushed him closer to the edge of pleasure. Damn, he was going to come if she kept that up.
A part of him wanted to rush into the ache and explode on her tongue, down her throat, just for the joy of watching her take and swallow him.
But he wanted to fuck her more. Way more.
Gritting his teeth, Ali pulled out of her mouth. She protested with an unintelligible groan, but he bent and grabbed her waist, lifting her until she stood. Then he whirled her away from him, to face the tall, chrome bed poster. He forced her to bend toward it, then with his fingers over hers, he clasped her hands around the pole.
“Hold on. You will need to,” he growled in her ear.
Bending quickly, he found the condom in his pocket and rolled it on, counting the torturous heartbeats until he could be balls deep in the sweet heat of her pussy. Seven seconds. That’s all it took until he gripped her hips and thrust inside her.
Scalding hot. Fist tight. Madre de Dios, he wasn’t going to last. But by damn, she was going over the edge first.
Bracketing harsh fingers on her hips, he pushed his way inside. Shoved hard. It seemed to take forever. Her pussy was so swollen, and if he had to guess, she had not had sex in months, maybe longer.
That was going to change. No way would tonight be the last time he fucked her. No way would he wait weeks, or even days, to feel her again. Even waiting hours sounded doubtful in that moment.
Jacked up on an overload of sensation and a burning need to come brewing at the base of his spine, Ali took a deep breath and plunged into her slowly. Hell, it wasn’t helping his concentration to see people masturbating to the sight of Shanna’s naked body. Or one of the women in the room with her skirt around her waist and a man’s cock buried inside her as she straddled his lap.
Tearing his gaze away, he focused on the long line of Shanna’s graceful spine, her mussed golden tresses spilling across her narrow back. He couldn’t not touch her.
Lifting one hand off her hip, he reached around her body and toyed with her breasts, pinching one of her responsive nipples. She gasped, and Alejandro felt his primitive side take over. He sank his teeth into her neck. He squeezed her other nipple. Her body responded instinctively, tightening on his cock. She was close.
Thank god. So was he.
Gliding his palm down her belly, he buried his fingers into the sparse curls between her legs. There. Her clit stood up, hard and swollen, pleading for attention. He wasn’t about to say no.
He swiped his fingers across her bundle of nerves. She moaned, tightened again. The friction of moving inside her was about to blow the top off his head. But he kept moving.
“Do you see them watching you?” he snarled, on the edge. “Do you see them wanting you?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”
“I want you more.”
“Oh, god,” she gasped. “Alejandro!”
He strummed her clit once more. “You are going to come.”
Damn, he was trying so hard to hold it together, he was cross-eyed and slurring his words. But she understood.
“Yes!”
And then she did, crying out as she clamped down on him, massaging his cock with the pulsing walls of her sex. His self-control didn’t stand a chance.
The sensation started deep in his gut and dropped with heavy need right into his balls. Pleasure climbed up, up, up his cock until he found himself shouting his throat raw in release.
He clutched her tight, pumping his way through utopia, with just one thought rattling through his fevered brain:
Mine.
6
Latin music throbbed—kind of like Shanna’s head. The insistent beat of the dramatic notes echoed off the hardwood floors and bounced off the mirrored walls of the studio. Her feet ached. She was hot and sweaty after three hours. And really annoyed. She and Kristoff were not having a productive practice.
And as much as she hated to admit it, Alejandro kept invading her thoughts every three seconds. How could she miss him so much after a mere two days? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about the way his hands felt on her, of his unique scent like midnight and man all wrapped in pure sex. Why hadn’t she stopped remembering the way he’d looked at her—as if she meant something—before she thrust her clothes on and darted out of his embrace? It would be far more practical if she could focus on the fact that the security cameras hadn’t picked up on anything suspicious that night at Sneak Peek, so she was no closer to finding—and stopping—the blackmailer.
“I have never had to say this to you,” Kristoff
broke into her thoughts, “but if we are going to win, you must concentrate. You know this, yes? The cha-cha-cha, it is strong and passionate, not lethargic and distracted.”
Damn Kristoff for stepping on her last nerve.
Shanna thrust her hands on her hips. “If I’m distracted, it’s because I’m still trying to figure out how we’re going to keep that porn-worthy footage of yours out of the judges’ hands. And guess what? The fact that’s even a problem is not my fault.”
“I made a mistake. I have apologized. Either forgive me or find a new partner. Or have you already been having auditions behind my back?”
In the past, that comment alone would have been enough to push her over the edge. She would have told Kristoff to spend his time at Sneak Peek and stop wasting hers. Then she would have begun auditioning partners the very same day.
So why wasn’t she walking away now?
Kristoff was, in a word, amazing. A powerful dancer, determined, dedicated. He brought a glamour to their dancing that had been lacking with Jonathan. The ladies loved him. He oozed charm even when making his matador face during the paso doble. He was spirited, and normally, he made practice fun. And yes, she wanted to find a partner with whom she could finish her career.
That wasn’t why she didn’t want to lose Kristoff, though. During their time together, he’d become…almost a friend. She tried very hard not to bring her emotions into her dance partnerships, but Shanna knew he hadn’t intended to make a mess of things. She hated the thought of turning her back on him and proving his suspicions about her right.
In the past, it had never bothered her to be known as the Bitch of the Ballroom. Now, for some reason…it bothered her. A lot.
“Shut up and dance,” she snapped.
“We can still win.”
They could, if they didn’t have that footage hanging over their heads. But why bring it up again? It wouldn’t change their situation. Still, she usually would have added the dig just to remind him exactly how he’d screwed up. Today, she didn’t have petty in her, not when there was a bit of kicked puppy in his expression.