Dance Like Nobody's Watching

by Luxie Ryder

  The bed touched the back of her knees when he placed her on the floor in the dark bedroom. He began to remove his clothes and Sherrie’s gaze hungrily devoured every inch of perfectly toned skin he exposed. When he flicked the button of his pants open and slid the zipper down, she remembered the last time Ty removed his trousers in front of her and how much she’d wished she could do it for him. Sherrie scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed the waist of his pants to drag him closer. Ty chuckled at her impatience but came willingly. His fingers pressed into her shoulders to steady himself when she slid the fabric down his legs. Sherrie pressed a kiss against the hard muscle of his abdomen and reached around him to caress the hard globes of his ass she’d been taunted by that day in the dressing room mirror.

  Ty made a sound deep in his chest and stepped back to kick his trousers off. Sherrie groaned as her gaze crawled over his entire body, taking in every inch, committing it to memory, sure she would never have the opportunity to look at it again after tonight. Even though he was standing completely still she could feel the sexual energy rippling through his body, and it mirrored her own sizzling nerves. Ty pulled her to her feet and then his lips seared a path across her neck, while his fingers worked on the zipper of her dress.

  By the time she even thought about the fact he was undressing her, the dress lay pooled at her feet, followed closely with the panties sliding over her hips by his impatient hands. The dress hadn’t allowed for a bra and Ty gave her a slow, sexy smile of approval as he looked up at her.

  “God...you are so beautiful, Sherrie. You know that, right?”

  The husky edge to his voice and the hunger in his eyes told her he meant every word. His gaze crawled over her thighs, across her stomach and up to her breasts and she could almost feel his stare. Ty buried his hands into her hair as his lips found hers and he slid his tongue into her open mouth.

  Sherrie sank back down onto the bed when he released her. She stared at his cock only inches away from her face. The deep throbbing between her legs had her aching to touch him. She reached out and placed her hands on his thighs, gliding her thumbs over his muscles. Ty stepped closer to stroke her hair and she thought she heard him whisper her name. Sherrie leaned in and ran her lips across his stomach again, darting her tongue against his flesh. His hands curled in her hair, gently holding her closer and Sherrie felt a shudder ripple up through him. She grabbed his ass to hold him still when her head sank lower.

  “Sherrie,” he said, his voice weak, “I don’t know if I can…”

  “Don’t you want me to?” She looked up into his face, unable to see his eyes clearly in the semi-darkness. She flicked her tongue out and grazed the wet tip of his penis. Ty jerked and groaned in response. “Shall I stop?”

  He shook his head with a slight gasp. Sherrie trailed a hand over his hip and wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection. His low growl vibrated through the air around her, quickening her pulse as she sucked the first hard inch of his cock into her mouth. One of Ty’s hands clenched in her hair while the other reached down to caress her breast, grasping it hard as another spasm soared through him. Sherrie slid as much of him into her mouth as she could, clenching the thick base of his prick with her hand, moaning against him, the taste of Ty on her tongue making her body burn.

  “Stop.” He freed himself from her hungry lips with a sudden backward jerk.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  Ty shook his head. “I’m too hot for you and I can’t take much more of that.”

  He kneeled down in front of her and took her face in his hands, kissing her slowly at first, growing more urgent as he pushed her down to lie back on the bed. Ty leaned over Sherrie, trailing his lips and tongue down her neck to her breasts where he sucked and teased at her nipples. Her hands played across his shoulders and back, trying to pull him down on top of her, but he resisted, determined it seemed to stay where he was.

  Just as she was about to voice her frustration, his lips trailed a path around her navel. Ty’s hands moved on, stroking her calves and pulling the one with the cast up to bend at the knee. He loosened the Velcro straps on the support and slid the rigid plastic off the end of her leg. He threw it to the floor without hesitation and Sherrie smiled, happy he’d treated it with no more reverence or care than he would a shoe.

  Ty slid down and pressed a soft kiss on her knee, ignoring or maybe not caring about the scars crisscrossing her calf as he placed himself between Sherrie’s thighs and spread her legs wide. She heard him suck in a ragged breath as she opened for him and he dropped his mouth down to nibble at her inner thigh, sucking the soft skin between his lips. His fingers massaged in slow, lazy circles, moving closer and closer to her pussy and Sherrie held her breath as he finally dragged a thick knuckle across her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body.

  “Ty!” She cried out, her hands weaving into his hair as his fingers continued to explore her, running them up and down her flesh as if feeling how wet he’d made her. Ty’s satisfied grunt told her he liked what he found.

  Parting her wet folds, he leaned in and nuzzled her, moaning as he flicked his tongue over her for the first time. Sherrie’s body jerked from the bed, and every time he branded her with his hungry mouth, her hips moved with his rhythm, quiet cries escaping from her lips with every breath. Ty added a finger to her torture when he slid it inside her pussy, testing her resistance before adding another. Her hands grabbed at his, forcing his fingers deeper inside. Ty’s thumb moved to press against her clit while he allowed her to pump his fingers into her. As he watched her through half-lidded eyes, clearly enjoying her reaction to his attention, combined with the sound of his shaky groan, shoved Sherrie over the edge into blissful orgasm.

  Sherrie’s breath caught in her throat and stars exploded behind her eyes as she squeezed them tightly shut. Her body rose from the bed in one orgasmic surge as she lost the ability to control her reactions. She heard moans then loud cries and paused in confusion before realizing it was her making the sounds. Ty’s hand pulled at her hip, forcing her harder down onto his fingers and pushing deeper still. He thrust faster and harder as new waves of pleasure sent her body crashing back down to the bed, the endless throbbing of her climax making her pussy convulse around him.

  Ty smiled against her inner thigh as she came back down to earth. He crawled up the bed to place a hard kiss on her mouth, his lips crushing hers, making her feel dizzy while she struggled to regain her breath. Sherrie wrapped her arms around him and spread her legs wide so he could settle between them. Ty hesitated.

  “I just need to get something from my pocket,” he said, and started to rise. Sherrie stilled him with a hand on his forearm.

  “Top drawer.” She pointed to the small bedside cabinet.

  Ty sheathed himself quickly, gasping as he settled the latex ring at the base of his cock. Coming back to her, he ran the tip of his dick along her folds before placing himself at her entrance.

  Sherrie struggled to keep her eyes open through the haze of need overwhelming her, and then she felt the tip of his bulbous head nudge between her lips. As soon as he moved to push against her, Sherrie’s hips arched up to meet him, urging him inside. Ty slid in to the hilt, aided by her wetness, and she gasped at his fullness. He placed a hand under her ass, lifting her a little as he slid in and out of her again. Her loud gasp as he sank even deeper the second time caused him to pause.

  “Are you okay, Sherrie?”

  “Don’t you dare stop,” she half-cried, half-moaned, placing her hands on his hips, holding him tight.

  His body reacted to her words. Ty moved gently but firmly, pulling out to the tip before slamming into her again, one arm supporting his weight while the other pulled her leg up over his hip. He grunted softly, moving over her, breathing against her cheek as his thrusts became faster and harder.

  “Fuck! You’re so wet,” he said, “so warm and wet. Your body feels...God, oh God…” He kissed her urgently, his mouth covering hers as he mo
aned with every breath. She felt him pulse inside her, his entire body shaking in orgasm.

  Ty’s arms shook as he lifted his body from hers and collapsed onto his back beside her. Handing him a tissue to wrap the condom in, she pulled a sheet up over her body, feeling exposed now that the raging lust began to settle between them. He slid under the sheet with her, nuzzling her neck with his slightly bristled jaw as he blew out a sigh. “I hope you’re gonna let me stay, because I don’t think I can move,” he said, his breath tickling her skin.

  Sherrie smiled and nodded, sinking down beside him at his satisfied groan. His arm snaked around her torso, pulling her into his chest. She thought about asking him if he needed the alarm set, but the sound of his gentle snore banished the thought.

  About to drift off to sleep, Sherrie suddenly found herself wide awake again when a niggling worry wormed its way into her brain. What if things got weird at work? Ty might decide he’d had his fun and didn’t want some little nobody with a crush following him around the studio. She dismissed the idea immediately. He had too much class to act that way. If tonight was all they had, well...she wouldn’t ask for more.

  Another thought occurred to her, one that sent her heartbeat racing and made her body tingle in anticipation. What if Ty was the one asking for more?

  Chapter Three

  Wednesday dawned with no further contact from Ty despite having to practically push him out of the door after their night together. They’d awoken the morning after the party and turned to each other again and again. Hours slipped by in a haze of sex, sleepy banter and tangling toes under the sheets. Only the need to keep her regular Sunday afternoon visit to her parents later that day, forced them out of bed.

  Sherrie pushed her way through the double doors leading into the entrance hall of the studio, hoping she wouldn’t see him at work. Not yet. Not until she could look at him without wanting to beg him to take her back to bed and do it all over again. Since he’d failed to call her, obviously Ty didn’t care if he saw her again. In that case, neither did she. She’d put her trust in him, gave herself to him, and now Sherrie felt used and alone. Her next assignment should ensure that their paths didn’t have any reason to cross.

  The meeting with her new producer on Monday had gone well and Sherrie felt cautiously optimistic. More money, responsibility, and not having to deal with the temperamental Baz anymore, felt like a dream come true. So why was the night with Ty all she could think about?

  Having him should’ve eased her huge crush. It always worked in the past with other guys. Sherrie pushed the thought away. Falling for a player like Ty would be idiotic, even for her. He was at the top of his game, well-known in the ballroom dancing industry…so what would he want from a simple seamstress like her? She knew people who indulged in one night stands should expect no more than that—one night—but it wasn’t enough. Not for her at least.

  At first, things seemed to be going her way. Wednesday was a quiet day for her and she wouldn’t be needed until the following morning. Sherrie could get in and out of work—hopefully without bumping into Ty—after she’d collected a few things. She made her way down to the costume area to gather the last of her stuff in preparation for the move to a new studio. She paused, groaning as she heard a familiar voice echoing down the hall, through the open door. Diana’s strident tones reached her ears and Sherrie prayed she would get away without bumping into Ty’s dance partner. Whoever Diana was speaking to didn’t have much to say—or maybe just didn’t have a chance to butt in as the woman droned on and on.

  “It was embarrassing.” Diana stopped right outside Sherrie’s hiding place and she froze, hoping she wouldn’t give herself away. “Everyone was asking me where you had gone.”

  “Since when do I have to explain myself to you? I went home early, that’s all.”

  Why was Ty explaining himself to Diana and sounding so…apologetic?

  Diana pushed on. “Alone?”

  “That’s none of your business.”

  “Darling, I am simply concerned about your reputation.” Sherrie could picture the acid look the woman would have in her eyes as she spoke. “But many of us thought it funny that you disappeared at exactly the same time as the handicapped girl.”

  “Her name is Sherrie.” His voice sounded weary. Or maybe regretful?

  “Whatever. Why so defensive, sweetie? I think it’s sweet of you to pay her so much attention. But is it really fair?”

  Heavy footsteps in the hall made Sherrie think he’d walked away but his voice seemed as loud as before. Maybe he was pacing? “Get to the point, Diana. I don’t have time for this.”

  Diana laughed. “My point is, do you think it’s kind to lead her on?”

  “What makes you think I did? We left the party at the same time and you think it means something happened between us?” Sherrie covered her mouth to suppress a gasp. Had she really just heard him deny that they’d spent the night together?

  Diana persisted. “Someone saw her getting into your limo, Ty. Gossip is all over the studio.”

  “So I gave her a lift home. Big deal. Why do you care?”

  “I don’t, not really.” Sherrie would bet everything she possessed that nobody but Diana cared who Ty left the party with. “Except to say that you are taking your charitable efforts a little too far.”

  “You’re a real piece of work, lady. What the hell do you mean by that?”

  “Oh, you know, singling her out and making her feel special. Quite brought a tear to my eye.”

  “Look—”

  Whatever Ty had been about to say was lost in the clatter as Sherrie accidentally knocked over a trolley. She thought about picking up the scattered contents, but chose instead to watch them roll across the floor, rather than drag her gaze upwards when the door opened wider.

  “Sherrie?” Ty reached for her but she side-stepped.

  “Oh, how funny.” Diana laughed, her eyes glinting with delight. “You know what they say, Sherrie. Those who listen behind closed doors never hear good of themselves.”

  Ty turned towards his dance partner, threatening her with a sharp gaze. “Shut up.”

  Diana raised her hands in mock surrender, taking a few steps back but remained close by. God forbid she miss a moment of the misery she’d unleashed, Sherrie thought.

  “How much did you hear?” Ty eyed Sherrie warily. At least he didn’t try to pretend they hadn’t been discussing her.

  “Enough.” Sherrie stepped over the mess she’d created, passing him in the doorway, shrugging off the hand he put on her shoulder.

  “Look,” Ty protested, preventing Sherrie’s departure. “It’s not what you think.”

  “It never is,” Diana purred, obviously thrilled to have front row seats to the drama playing out before her. Her beautiful blue eyes glistened with ugly spite.

  “No, she’s right.” Sherrie’s words stopped Ty when he turned to say something to Diana as she leaned against the wall, smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Things are never as they seem.”

  Ty didn’t attempt to correct her. Sherrie walked away, biting her lip to stop the tears from falling until she put some distance between her and the reason for her humiliation. The limp she usually didn’t notice seemed to mock her as she tried to leave with some of her dignity intact.

  Charitable efforts? Why the fuck hadn’t he defended her?

  Sherrie found no answers to the questions circling in her brain, although the drive home gave her the respite she needed. She doubted her disability was the reason he’d refused to admit to spending the night with her. Years of navigating sexual relationships had made her very sensitive to other people’s reactions. But whatever the hell the reason was for his behavior, Sherrie couldn’t escape the fact that he’d stood by and allowed Diana to insult her. In her eyes, a real man protected those he cared about. Either he didn’t care about her, or he wasn’t the gentleman she thought he was.

  By the time Sherrie crawled into bed that night, she thought she�
�d figured out what went down. It seemed obvious now. Diana was jealous, that much was clear. Her reaction implied a relationship between them that went beyond the professional one Ty claimed they shared—a relationship that obviously wasn’t over.

  Why else would Ty refuse to admit what really happened?

  * * * *

  Sherrie’s plan to forget Ty and his messy relationship with Diana went up in smoke first thing the next morning. Diverted to the office by a phone call, instead of the location shoot she’d been booked for, Sherrie groaned loud enough for others to hear when she rushed into the Studio’s reception area and found Ty and Diana waiting there.

  “Sherrie.” Ty smiled in surprise but his expression clouded over when she stared at him without reaction. “What are you doing here?”