by Amber Burns
Dave paused thrusting, as he felt her orgasm approaching yet again. It was still not time. Adel's body was now controlled by pure desire only. She hated him, scratched him with her fingernails, bit him shoulders, but as mad as he drove her, she completely trusted him with her fragile wounded body.
Lying flat on his back, Dave pulled her sweaty exhausted body on top of him. She spread her legs as far apart as only a ballerina could. Placing her hands on his chest, she sank her nails into his skin, marking him, leaving ten reddened half-moons as symbols of her wild desire. As soon as he was buried balls deep inside her, he grabbed both of her hands and placed them on his sides.
“Now lean all the way back, baby,” he told her.
He expected her to protest, but her eyes only sparkled with that dangerous green-gold flame, as she easily sank back, lying between his spread legs.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, as the thumbs of both his hands found her exposed clit and as he played with it, he started thrusting into her with all the vigor he could summon inside him.
Adel could've awakened all her neighbors for all he cared. All he knew was he was thrusting again and again, deeper and deeper. Her back arched, her head dropped back lying between his ankles, she was thrusting toward him matching his rhythm, letting her deeper and deeper inside her. Her pussy quivered around him. She was squeezing him every time he tried to pull just a little bit away to thrust yet again – deep and hard.
Her hands at his sides were getting slick with sweat. Everywhere their bodies touched, he felt burning. Her fingers sank into his flesh again and this time, from the pressure, he knew she was getting too close to her orgasm. He was ready to let her come and take him into that bliss together with her.
Dave thrust again, and again, each time slow and deep. One more, and then another. He could feel explosion gathering inside him – as wild as he had never experienced before. His breath caught in his lungs. He was now thrusting completely without air. And yet he continued for another thrust and one more, before both their bodies paused – stilled for a whole heartbeat before they exploded into one another. Wave after wave the pleasure took over him. She shook and screamed his name, again and again, never letting off of the deadly grip of his sides. He knew the half-moons of her fingernails would be tattooed on him for life.
They lay there for long silent moments still shaking with powerful aftershocks of their orgasm before she spoke.
“Thank you, Dave,” she said in her tiny voice and it broke with sobs.
Rage collected her sweaty body into his arms. He kissed her face and neck and lips, he kissed every tear that fell out of her eyes.
“It is gonna be fine, baby. You will dance again. And before that, I'll be here, by your side, as long as you need me."
Chapter 7
The next months were the happiest in Dave ‘Rage’ Carter’s life. Never had he ever allowed himself to feel to so complete and so needed in his life. Adel had agreed to become a part of his life and that filled it with so much meaning and care and love.
She was still quite addicted to the self-destructive wilderness of sex. As much as he loved the explosive power of their feral sexual encounters, day by day Dave was bringing her closer to also accepting care and tenderness, and sometimes letting him make love to her.
Adel never talked about ballet. She hated any mentioning of the accident, as well as continuing her rehabilitation exercises. It had been a month since she had been attending ballet classes at her old company – this was supposed to help her stay in shape before she was ready to head back to New York.
Neither Rage nor Nastia knew when she was supposed to be back. She did not want either of them to attend her training, saying, she was not in the shape to dance in front of an audience. Whenever Rage tried to push the matter, she would answer with a simple cold reply.
“It is going fine, but I can’t talk about it right now. That’s just my work,” she would say and raise the protective impenetrable wall.
That morning, as Dave prepared to leave to attend club business, Adel was still in bed. He leaned and placed a tender kiss on her temple. He didn’t want to wake her up. It was still too early, and he wanted her to rest well before she went to her afternoon training at the ballet company. He took another moment to admire the amazing woman in his bed. Her face looked so peaceful, just beginning for another kiss before he left.
“Rage fucking Carter late for the first time in the goddamn history of humanity,” shouted Stalk as a greeting. Dave snorted. Stalker could celebrate his little victory to the content of his heart.
“Had something nicer in front of my eyes than you sorry ass,” he spanked Stalk’s ass jokingly as he walked over to his own bike.
They had to run some errands for the club that morning. It had been a while since Rage let himself relax in his friend's company. As happy as he was with Adel, he always had a feeling that he was walking along a sharp blade and one tiny slip could unleash a disaster. He hoped it was just him being overprotective of her, but there was this nagging feeling inside him, that something was still amiss.
“Don’t look at me with that sappy face of yours. A bit more of that ballerina romance and you’ll start wearing a tutu instead of a cut,” Stalk kicked him in the leg and hurriedly started his bike to avoid an answering kick from Rage.
As he hit the road a sudden realization washed over him. He had never seen any ballet shoes, any bodice or whatever ballerinas were supposed to wear for their training. The more he thought about it, the bitter it tasted on his tongue. She was never a quitter. Never. More than anything and anyone in this life his Adel loved ballet.
Finishing his work, Dave hurried to the ballet company. She was still supposed to be at her training. He could pick her up and they could sit down and talk about all of this.
Her car was not in the parking lot. Another wave of unease squeezed his heart. This could not be possible. He was totally overreacting and making up things. Dave fishes his phone and dialed Adel's number. She answered on the first ring.
“Hey,” her voice was too cheerful; “I missed you already.”
“Me too, baby. I came to pick you up from your training. Waiting for you at the entrance,” he bit at his lip as he waiting for several long moments until she took long shuddering breaths.
"I am not there," she spoke eventually and her voice was too tiny, too miserable. Rage hated the sting of self-loathing he heard in it.
“Did you finish early?” he asked with one final drop of hope. He knew he was lying to himself.
“Rage, I’ve never been back to training. I guess you know it.” Then, she let the heavy silence hang between them. Neither of them spoke, as rage burst through Dave. If he were not blinded by this love he would’ve noticed it earlier, would’ve understood it from the carelessly easy attitude of her. He had been lying to himself at his love was making it easier for her to cope with the hardship. No such bullshit. All he had been doing was coating her with sweetness while letting her ruin her life.
As he rode back home, Rage carefully planned his next words. He was not going to let his love or rage blind him ever again. He needed to maintain his cool.
Dave ‘Rage’ Carter would be damned if he pushed the only woman he had ever loved away from him. But if he didn’t do it, he would hate himself for the rest of his life for his inaction, while she ruined the biggest dream of her life. And even worse – she would eventually hate him for that. He was not going to be her ally in killing her dreams. If she was going to use their love as a shield to hide behind it from the hurt of her failure and justify her inaction with it, he would crash that love with his own bare hands.
Adel was waiting for him as he arrived home. Her huge green-gold eyes were filled with so much pain that it hurt to look into them. He was not going to spare her feelings now.
"Now, we are going to the bedroom and we are going to make love," he spoke to her without tearing his eyes from hers. Her eyes widened with surprise. "And after that, you are go
ing to collect your luggage and leave for New York this very evening. Do whatever it takes. Train as much as you need. And if you are still unable to dance, find another way to use your fucking talent – teach ballet classes, try choreographer, or whatever damn thing you want to do. Anything, just don't sit here and pity yourself for the rest of your life."
He knew his words were harsh, but sparing her feelings now, would mean helping her ruin herself. Damned be he, if he was not pushing her away from him yet again. For all he knew, this time, it could be for good. But if that was going to be the price he needed to pay for her happiness, he was going to do it.
She looked into his eyes stubbornly daring him to change his mind, to regret his decision to make her leave. Eventually, she launched herself into his arms and let him kiss and make love to her. Maybe even for the last time. He did not know, but he was never going to give up on her. Dave ‘Rage’ Carter tried to put his vow to do everything in his power to bring her back into their farewell kiss before letting Adel step out of his time yet again.
Chapter 8
“The biker and the ballerina – sound like a fucking soap opera to me,” laughed Stalk.
It had recently become his favorite occupation to pull at the strings of Rage’s heart. That’s what best friends were for after all – to have fun on one’s misery in the worst possible way.
“They could totally be the character from ‘The Nutcracker’,” added Nastia in her dreamy voice.
The two of them had developed some friendship recently. Rage thought it was amusing. He had never even properly thanked them for their first disaster of a date, which resulted in his and Adel’s meeting and … relationship. He still wanted to think they were in a relationship, although he had been the one to send her away to pursue her dream and she was not very comfortable with the whole idea of long-distance and commitment.
Still, he was seeing her every night in her dreams and no other woman existed for him in the whole world. No other man in Adel's life either. So for a simple direct man, as Rage was, that still qualified as a commitment to their relationship.
“Perfect! Nutcracker it is. Both are nuts and somewhat cracked,” Stalk screamed bringing Rage back from his gloomy thoughts.
He had been thinking too much – way over the reasonable healthy borderline of over-thinking. Stalk’s smartass comment earned him a playful slap from Nastia.
“Well, you definitely are the evil rat king,” she said. Goodness, she was still looking at him with some lust in her eyes, yet she always kept him at an arm’s distance. A smart woman! “Stop teasing him. If you have a good idea, share it with us, if no, shut up and let us think.”
If Stalk would ever be ready to go into a steady relationship, this woman would be his perfect old lady. Rage always knew it took a very special person to deal with his best friend’s crazy. But none of them was in a hurry to even try to give into that emotional turmoil. Instead, they were gladly playing matchmaker’s role trying to fix Rage’s shuttered life.
"What do you expect me to say, woman? I can't even recognize the man who was once named ‘Rage' by his MC brothers. Can you hear me – ‘Rage’ – which is the opposite of lachrymose, petty loser that is standing in front of us.” Stalk had totally switched into his show runner mode and was now circling around their table and animatedly pointing at Rage to enunciate his every word. "The Dave ‘Rage' Carter I knew was a man of action. I don't know this guy. Forgive me, my pretty ballerina, I have no suggestions for this sorry ass," he raised his arms in surrender.
That was exactly what he had become. Dave wondered himself where had been the badass biker, the ambitious stubborn ex-military, the bad boy, who had been rocking his world and the club and any place he graced with his presence. That man was nowhere to be seen. If once asked Stalk – that man was now carefully wrapped between the lacy layers of a certain ballerina’s tutu and enjoying her every pirouette.
Dave stormed out of the room. He had had enough of this talk. It took him a few moments to clear his thoughts and understand where he was heading to.
Chapter 9
Dave woke up feeling Adel stir next to him. She was moaning in her dream – it was a pained muffled sound. He hated hearing it. It was the injury troubling her again, he knew it.
She had been working hard to keep her shape and although the doctors ensured that the injury had been cured the best it could, the pain was always there – as a reminder of a shuttered dream. She was never going to be prima. Ever. She would simply dance and with years it will get harder and harder. But she had accepted it silently – without drama or tears. It was only the nightmares that gave no rest to her always reminding her of the lost dream.
Dave started massaging her leg. Maybe he could, at least, take away the pain torturing her. He loved the view of her fair skin against his colored tattooed arms. It felt like touching something so fragile, something that could break if he put too much pressure.
He rubbed her ankle in slow circular motions, then traced his fingers up her leg, massaged her legs. The tension slowly left her body and she relaxed against him. Still in sleep, Adel let out some sounds of pleasure, her body leaned toward him. Dave paused. He could be accounted guilty for many things, but seducing a woman in her sleep was not going to happen - even if that was his woman.
“That was a very hot way to wake up your woman,” she murmured with her eyes still closed. A lazy smile lit her face. “Why did you stop?”
“Always happy to serve my Adel,” he kissed her temple, “I just thought you’d want some more sleep. It is still early.”
“Well, now that you’ve woke me up, you should do something about it,” she teased him.
Using his arm as a pillow under her head, she turned into it and kissed his wrist. Rage groaned. His ballerina was feeling naughty this morning, how could he every refuse her? Snuggling up closer to him, she let him know what exactly she wanted. Dave spooned her from behind, wrapping his arms around her body – she felt so tiny against him. She shuddered as his planted kisses down her neck and shoulders. Both still sleepy and lazy, their hands moved slowly, caressing each other, warming up their bodies. Her fingers found their way to his cock, which burst to life immediately at her tender touch. Oh, she knew how to drive him over the edge. So much for wanted tender intimate cuddling.
Rage’s own hand slid between her legs to find the tight hot opening he craved for. She did not make it easy for him. She squeezed him, pressing her legs together firmly. Accepting the challenge, his invading fingers slid deeper into her, rubbing her womanhood with every little inch their conquered. Her excitement wetted his way, helping him to slide in slightly easier, and then he was rewarded with the quivering of her lips and the hot hard clit, that immediately reacted to his touch. He smiled as he thought of the dark cinnamon coloring her clit should have now. He always loved how her excitement darkened her sensitive flesh.
“I am going to take you slow, so slow…” He bit at her earlobe and her body jerked, her eyes opened and he saw the sparkle of those maddeningly green-golden irises, her fingers dug into his skin.
“Dave, I need this in me, now!” She commanded, and her voice sounded so tiny and desperate with need. He would’ve given anything to this woman, anything she ever demanded. But, this morning he was still planning to torture her a bit longer.
“Not yet, baby, I’m still kinda busy here,” he said as he crooked his fingers inside her.
Adel jumped as the sudden wave of pleasure jolted inside her. Still distracting her with those two fingers, he managed to slide another finger further down and lightly press at the tiny opening of her ass. Immediately the tight muscles quivered under his touch. Her whole body tensed in anticipation, her pussy was dripping on his fingers eagerly. “Hmm, seems the back door is also begging for my attention.”
“No-no-nooow-owww,” was all Adel managed before the tip of his finger pushed inside and the tense muscles welcomed him with flexing around him, swallowing him in, hungrily asking for more.
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He had almost forgotten about the danger his own hard cock was in. Her fingers tightened around him, as her whole body jerked surprised at the invasion of his finger. She squeezes him so hard that Rage almost came undone. He bit at his own lip, fighting back his release. He was still planning to give her much more before they were done.
“Isn’t this what you like, baby? A big bad boy on a bike?" He thrust his finger into her rear as he whispered into her ear.
Adel's whole body was possessed by multiple sensations from different parts of her body. He was intent on adding even more. He bit at her earlobe and sucked it hard into his mouth. Her free hand moved to cup her breast, but Rage caught it on the way.
“Now, that is also for me,” he said, as he took her delicate hand into his own and directed her to her breast. “I will show you how I like it,” he continued, as he enjoyed the pleasant shivers of her body every time he spoke dirty to her.
He closed her fingers around her cinnamon colored nipple. Adel panted softly as she followed his lead and rubbed the hardening bud between her fingers. She tugged at it again and again, as he continued running her clit with two fingers and pushing his finger inside her.