Dance Like Nobody's Watching

by Luxie Ryder

  One of his hands flattened against the wall next to her head while the other grabbed her hip. She was trapped. With the hard concrete pressing into her back and butt, along with Ty’s hard cock pressing into her abdomen, she could do nothing but writhe under his heated gaze and wait for him to make a move. Her eyelids grew heavy and she let them flutter down, until all she could see through the veil of her lashes were Ty’s perfect lips descending on hers. He paused, only millimeters away, and flicked out his tongue to graze it along her parted lips. Sherrie sighed and opened a little wider for him. Ty closed what tiny bit of space was left between them and kissed her roughly, demanding her response. Her gasps and his groans mingled in the corridor.

  “Well, well, well. How very professional of you both.”

  Sherrie jumped at the sound of Diana’s voice and slid away from Ty. He kept his back to Diana, his gaze still locked with Sherrie’s. “I said I’m taking a break. Start working with the kids. I’ll be back later.”

  “When?”

  “When I’m good and ready.” He reached for Sherrie’s hand and walked away, dragging her with him whether she wanted to go or not.

  As Sherrie gazed back, she caught a look of pure desolation on Diana’s face and she realized in a blinding moment of clarity that she was in love with Ty. No woman could fake the naked emotion Diana revealed in that rare, unguarded moment. Suddenly, Sherrie understood the reason behind every nasty barb and dirty look Diana threw at her. She was jealous. Against the odds, and despite everything Diana had and Sherrie did not—beauty, grace and talent—all Diana really wanted was Ty…and he wanted Sherrie.

  He nudged open the door to the yard and pulled Sherrie out into the bright afternoon sun. She stumbled a little and he slowed his pace, grunting an apology at her, his face still rigid with whatever demons drove him onwards.

  “You’ve got to be careful how you handle Diana. You know that, right? She’s not as tough as she makes out.”

  Ty stopped walking and turned to look down at her, a smile playing on his lips as he shook his head. “God, you’re an amazing woman. Do you really think she’d even give a thought to how you were feeling if the tables were turned?”

  “Maybe not. But that’s the thing. I’m not her.”

  “Damn right you’re not,” Ty growled, his hands tightening on Sherrie’s upper arms. “I’m not in love with her…and Diana could never drive me this crazy with wanting. Only you, Sherrie. Only you.”

  Sherrie bit her lip against the sob threatening to burst from her throat. She tried to speak, to tell him that she loved him too, but the words wouldn’t come. Ty smiled and stroked her jaw, placing his finger against her lips to hush her when she tried to speak again. He kissed her then, one large hand tangled in her hair, the other pressing against her ass and urging her pelvis into his.

  Sherrie clung to him, not caring that they were in public, or that the laughing students she could hear must be watching. His tongue snaked between her lips and she sucked on it, desperate to have at least a part of him inside her.

  He groaned and pulled away, gesturing towards her trailer. “Come on.”

  No sooner had she closed the door to her Winnebago than Ty was on her, his hands racing over her body, almost tearing her clothes in his haste to get her naked. Sherrie reciprocated his urgency and stripped the vest from him, gasping at the sight of his still glistening flesh. She sunk her teeth into his hard muscle, and chuckled mischievously when he groaned.

  “You’re playing with fire,” Ty grunted, bunching a fist in her hair, dragging her head back so he could kiss her neck. Sherrie moaned, scrambling to grab hold of something—anything—to sink her nails into as he pushed her dress up to her waist and thrust his fingers into her panties. Her body trembled with ecstasy as Ty’s nimble fingers teased her sensitive flesh.

  Ty dropped to his knees, ripping her panties apart with shaky hands to bury his head between her thighs. His hot tongue slid over her slit like he owned her, and Sherrie quivered as her pussy clenched around the finger he slid inside. She began to wiggle against him, increasing the sizzling friction. She knew it wouldn’t take long for Ty to bring her to orgasm…her need for release was so great.

  “Please, Ty,” she begged, as he lifted his head to gauge her reaction. Putting her leg over his shoulder, he plunged another finger inside, finger-fucking her hard as he sucked on her clit. Sherrie burst into climax almost immediately, shaking and crying as wave after wave of spasms rippled through her body.

  She nearly fainted from the intensity.

  Trying to support her weight against the trailer door, on one very shaky leg, proved to be too much of a challenge for her desire-ravaged body. She pushed Ty away so she could shrug off her dress and what was left of her underwear and sink down to the floor beside him. He kissed her and rolled away to kick off his track pants.

  “If you think that’s all its gonna take to satisfy me after all this time, then you are sadly mistaken,” she purred. Amused by his devilish smile, she spread her legs so he could watch while she stroked her still-sensitive bud. Ty dropped to his knees, gaze fixed on her fingers in rapt fascination, as he crawled towards her. Grabbing the back of her thighs, he dragged her ass across the floor to bring her closer, hooking his arms under her knees to spread her wide before him. His gaze dropped to stare at her body as he pushed his hard cock into her slick pussy.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” he said, groaning as a shudder ripped through his body. Sherrie could feel the tremors of delight working through him. Ty leaned down to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth so she could suck on it, while her hot pussy clenched around his cock.

  The trailer rocked from his frantic thrusts as Ty grasped Sherrie’s hips and plunged his cock into her over and over again. Her damaged leg rested safely over his forearm while she placed her other foot on the floor, bracing herself to push back against him, answering each of his moves with her own.

  “Ah, that’s it, baby,” he said, encouraging her to increase the pace.

  Reaching as far down as she could, she sunk her nails into his back, dragging them over his taught flesh. Ty groaned, shuddering from her bold touch, then pummeled harder into her. Sherrie’s hips lifted from the floor, and she pushed against him as fast and hard as she could, her mound rubbing against the hard ridge of his pelvis. She gasped every time his body brushed against it.

  Sherrie cried out as a startling orgasm ripped through her out of nowhere, and she collapsed, incapable of holding onto Ty any longer, as the most intense feeling she’d ever experienced left her boneless beneath him.

  “I love you…I love you!” she cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of their joining. Ty’s face contorted in ecstasy, and she knew he was about to come. His head dropped to her shoulder and he jerked above her, groaning louder it seemed with each breathtaking thrust. His fingers grasped her hip roughly as he gave in to his shuddering climax.

  Ty lifted her injured leg with shaky hands, his entire body trembling, before he collapsed onto the floor beside her. Sherrie rolled towards him, resting on her elbow with her face cradled in her palm. She gazed down at him, enthralled by what just happened.

  Ty laughed quietly, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “Oh my God,” he said with a crooked grin. If he was trying to mask his emotion, the wonder on his face and the hunger in his eyes belied it. He appeared just as blown away by the intensity as she. Intending to drop a quick kiss on his lips, Sherrie found her head trapped by a large hand and the simple peck of their lips deepened into something with much more meaning.

  “What was that dance called?” Sherrie asked when he released her. She trailed a finger down the center of his chest, fascinated by the way his skin quivered under her caress.

  “It was a rumba,” Ty said, his voice hoarse. “Why?”

  It was Sherrie’s turn to shake her head in disbelief. “That was the single, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Ty growled and pulled her on top of him, l
ocking his hands at the small of her back. “If you think that was sexy, you should see me do it naked.” Then he grasped one of her thighs to move her body over his erection as his hips began to move provocatively beneath her.

  Sherrie imagined Ty’s sinewy hard body stripped of clothing, his hips writhing in wild abandon, dancing only for her…and she whispered, “I can’t wait.”

  Epilogue

  A sensual Latin beat wafted through the air, plunging the lounge of the penthouse into darkness, broken only by the orange glow from the fireplace and the silvery rays of the moon outside.

  The moonlight cast its glow against the picture windows, throwing shapes across the ceiling in a unique pattern that belonged only to this night. A movement in the shadows hugging the corner of the room caught Sherrie’s attention. Her mouth became dry in anticipation, as the figure began to sway in time with the music.

  Ty stepped into the dim light, smiling in a predatory manner as he walked to where Sherrie sat in the darkness. Dressed in the black shirt and trousers she’d asked him to wear, he stopped in the middle of the room and beckoned with a crook of his finger. She moved to join him, enjoying the swish of the tassels brushing against her thighs from the mini-dress she wore.

  Sherrie knew the very moment Ty could see her clearly, because his smile deepened with each step she took. The pride in his eyes could not be mistaken when he saw her dress for the first time, designed for his eyes only. The sheer ebony lace did nothing to hide her nipples, nor the black satin thong and stockings she wore beneath the paper thin wrapper. Her long, satin evening gloves were the only modest thing she had on, but the way they covered her skin only emphasized the obscenity of her dress rather than detract from it. Ty’s eyes darkened and he bit his lip, a sure sign he was in awe.

  She took the last few steps towards him, her hips swaying provocatively with the help of the special pumps she’d bought. The beautiful heeled shoes were a type she’d never thought she’d ever wear again since her accident, and they made her feel sexy. If she limped a little, she didn’t feel it, but more importantly, she didn’t care. Tonight was all about Ty fulfilling his promise to her.

  Six months raced by since she’d watched Ty dancing in the gym with Diana, and Sherrie knew then she’d loved him. Since that fateful day, their life together became a whirlwind of romance and sex, their lust for each other no less intense than it had been that first night. His home was now her home, and the base for the design business she’d been able to start once money was no longer an obstacle to her dreams.

  Although they would never be friends, Sherrie’s relationship with Diana had improved once the ice queen realized Ty was in love with Sherrie. She’d since moved on to pursue her career, leaving Ty with no immediate need for a new partner while he focused solely on the show.

  But this night wasn’t about any of that. Tonight, in celebration of six month’s together, she intended to ensure he fulfilled his promise to dance naked in her arms. If he’d guessed at her plan, he didn’t let on, but she had another surprise in store for him, one he couldn’t possibly know.

  She took his hand and swished her hips, stepping towards him and then away, perfectly executing the moves one of the dancers had secretly taught her. Ty missed only half a beat before another proud smile curved his lips, and he pulled her back against his chest with an effortlessly graceful spin.

  Ty’s lips found hers and she allowed him only a taste before she turned to press her butt against his pelvis. Writhing against the burgeoning hardness, she smiled secretly as his impatient hands gripped her hips to hold her closer. Another spin crushed her breasts against his chest and his thigh slid between hers. Sherrie angled her head, using her teeth to nip the edges of the ribbon at her shoulders. They were the only things holding the dress on her body. Ty chuckled as she span away and waited for him to follow her.

  When he slid up behind her this time, his mouth went to her shoulder and Sherrie felt a tug on the ribbon. She turned in his arms before he could undo the bow and he sighed, frustration furrowing his brows. Sherrie kissed him and ran her fingers up his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt. She didn’t peel the fabric from his shoulders but danced away to the edge of the floor to watch from the shadows. Ty shrugged it off, revealing chiseled abs and a broad chest lightly dusted with hair. At her insistence, Ty agreed to quit waxing, as she wanted him to be natural for her.

  Hands on hips, he waited for her, his chest heaving with ragged breaths and his erection straining the front of his trousers. Sherrie groaned, feeling a heady moisture gather between her legs by the raw sight of him. Her little game wouldn’t last much longer if simply staring at him made her this hot and wet.

  When she moved closer to embrace him this time, she allowed his teeth to work on the ties at her shoulders and he tore at one and then the other. Ty stepped away and held her hands out to the sides to watch as she gave a little shimmy and the dress slid down her body to pool in a black cloud at her feet. Ty blew out a stunned breath as she stood before him in nothing more than the stockings and her thong.

  The subtle clenching of his jaw was the only warning she got that he’d reached his limit before his hand snaked out to clutch her hip and drag her body against his, the motion so sudden, she almost stumbled. A groan of pure need rumbled through his chest as his lips found hers while his strong hands crushed her body against his.

  Sherrie slid her arms between them to flip open the button of his pants and tear the zipper down. She urged him backwards with a firm push on his chest, placing her hands on her hips, waiting for him to get rid of the trousers. Ty slid them off in one fluid movement, grinning when she gasped in shock as his cock sprung free. The man clearly had a surprise of his own by not wearing underwear beneath.

  Taking the fingertip of a glove between her teeth, Sherrie tugged it from her hand, desperate to feel the weight and heat of his erection in her bare palm. Ty stepped forward, stopping her as she moved to take off the other glove and pulled the arm sheathed in satin around his body, pressing her hand to his ass. He groaned again and his prick surged forward into her palm as she wrapped her fingers around it. He kissed her passionately while caressing her breasts, cupping them both in his hands and rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. They continued to sway to the music, lost in the sensual beat.

  Sherrie slid away, certain it was the last time she’d have the willpower to move away from him, and swung her hips as she turned, letting him see her from every angle as she hooked a thumb into her thong.

  “No!” Ty growled, rushing forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He continued moving his hips to the rhythm of the music, swaying her body with his. He traced the flat plains of her stomach with his fingertips and then his hands crawled over her torso to cup her breasts again.

  A gentle nudge at the back of her knee urged her to take a step forward and he followed her, repeating the motion until Sherrie was in front of the fireplace and could go no further. He kissed her neck and bit her shoulder, sliding his hands down her arms, then lifted them up so she could hold on to the mantle in front of her. His mouth began a torturous path down her body—down her spine and across her ribs—stopping only to lick at the curve of her waist and nip the rise of her buttocks. His tongue traced a path down the inside of a thigh to the back of her knee and she shook with the need for him to touch her pussy.

  Sherrie felt his hair brush the back of her legs when Ty pushed back up to stand behind her. She whimpered thinking he’d planned to tease her still, and she thrust her ass out in a silent plea to touch her where she wanted him to. His mouth found her shoulder as his hand crawled over her hip, then her stomach, until it finally slipped inside her panties and his fingers slid over her wet, throbbing puss. Her legs almost gave way and she would have dropped to her knees if not for the strong arm he wrapped around her waist. His mouth sucked at her neck while his fingers rubbed slow, intoxicating circles over her clit…and Sherrie couldn’t handle it anymore. She gave in to the shudderin
g beginnings of her climax with a needy whimper.

  Her hips moved of their own accord, rocking back and forth against his hand as the first spiraling peak of her orgasm drew her body tight. Somewhere at the edge of her consciousness, she felt him nudge her ankle with his, urging her to open wider. His grip tightened on her hip, and suddenly, she felt the hard bulb of his head nudging her body to open for him. Sherrie’s orgasm intensified as his cock slid into her with one long, delicious thrust from behind. The combination of his glorious dick and his skilled hands and mouth giving her everything she wanted and more, sent her orgasm spinning out of control.

  Sherrie shrieked his name as the climax hit, leaving her trembling and tingling all over. Once the dizziness passed, Ty grabbed her shoulders to hold her still while he pounded into her over and over again. Sherrie braced her hands against the mantle and pushed back with every bit of strength she possessed. A savage groan tore from him and he fell against her, his hands clutching at her breasts as he slammed into her with another thrust that almost lifted her feet from the floor.