by Cynthia Dane
The man could kiss to the beat. The hot, eclectic beat of the tango music winding its way through the room. It sounds so judgmental. Tango, the dance of lust and passion… how could it be judgmental about something like this? As Rick kissed her lips, then her throat, and then her clothed shoulders, Olivia felt a famished sensation wash over her, the tango music the soundtrack to her heated desires swelling inside of her until she was about to burst. “Rick,” she whispered, his stubble against her throat and his hand on her thigh. He’s so damn close to…! “I don’t know…”
He kissed her, unrelenting, as if under the spell of the mischievous music that drove them to this level of frenzy. The song changed. The intention was the same.
There was a rule of tango that Olivia and many of her fellow dancers tried to follow: live in the moment, and do what feels right. Even the most choreographed routine had an essence of spontaneity. Nobody knew what the other might look like, how light they were on their feet that night, or how much passion they would bring to the dance floor. The same was true now, as Olivia’s instincts told her to follow through on this moment. It was what the dance wanted of her.
Nobody said no to the dance when it was a part of their blood.
Olivia’s rear slid off the barre as Rick consumed her, his hands digging into her shirt, her skin, and the muscles beneath her surface. His lips dared to press against her cheek, his tongue snaking toward her ear, the one place on her body that would turn her into a vessel that channeled the spirits of pleasure. The same ones rioting in the guitars of the music, of the piano flirting with the beat, and the accordion laughing at another couple ensnared in its trap.
Rick fell to his knees, his mouth passing over Olivia’s breasts and stopping at her stomach. Her T-shirt rose every time she took a deep breath, and when it was up far enough Rick kissed her stomach. All Olivia could do was gasp and pull on that enticing hair.
“How long have we danced now?” he asked, standing again and cornering Olivia against the wall. Rick’s breath was hot, needy, and that voice… there was that crooner’s tone, making Olivia’s knees buckle. This was what millions of women around the world sighed to hear! “You know, that first time we danced on set, I knew there was something crazy good about you.” His hand took hers, holding it above her head as he kissed her cheek and nipped the bottom of her ear. Shivers, as delightful as they were cursed, electrified Olivia’s skin.
She pulled the hem of his shirt up, feeling his abs, his chest, and that warm skin with her hand. My God. Underneath those casual clothes this lean man was anything but lean. The sheer strength Olivia felt beneath her palm made her want to die in his shadow. I want him. Dance was foreplay. Now was the time for Rick to slam her against the wall and fill her with his strength.
“You ever screw one of your backup dancers before?” Olivia suddenly asked, her clarity on the brink of destruction.
Rick, at least, did not lie or lead her on. “Yeah. Problem?”
“No.” She snorted. “Just don’t want you getting attached because we did it.”
His voice was still ragged from the intensity thus far, but Rick managed to say, “Either you have a very broad definition of sex, or I blacked out something potentially great.”
Olivia pulled him forward by the collar of his shirt. “Not yet.” When that heart-stealing smirk appeared mere inches from her eyes, she said, “Now do me dirty, Rick Rodriguez.”
Of all the things he could have called her, he said, “All right, mi compañera de baile.”
It was her first time hearing him speak that much in Spanish. His accent was flawless – of course it was, he probably grew up speaking it at home. Be sexier, why don’t you? That wasn’t the end of it. He called her his dance companion. Dance partner. Companion of the dance. The double-entendre couldn’t escape Olivia even in that crazed moment.
“Cógeme fuerte,” she said, the words rolling off her tongue before she pushed forward and kissed that man’s wonderful mouth.
There was something otherworldly about speaking another language in the heat of the moment. It allowed Olivia to distance herself from the practical, English speaking side of her that said Rick was her coworker and they had to be professional, even if dancing together made them hot, hard, and wet. And yet the other side of her begged to unleash the fire blazing inside her heart and loins. She was going to release herself with this man, whoever he was.
Like a torrential storm Rick answered her prayers, his body going hard against hers as Olivia’s shoulder’s grazed the walls and her hips rubbed against the barre beneath her. Once she made the decision to jump head first into this, she no longer worried about what would happen in the aftermath. Who cared! Rick could do anything he wanted. Like lift her shirt and kiss her breasts through her bra, his tongue sneaking into the front of her cup and teasing her. Olivia groaned.
Apparently Rick liked that animalistic sound. As the art of modern society blared on the speakers, Olivia emitted another primal moan, her hips thrusting toward Rick’s in an effort to get him inside her sooner. I don’t even know what he’s like… She barely knew him! She didn’t need to know him. All Olivia needed to know was that this man could dance and make her feel alive with the respect he served her as his compañera de baile.
Rick finally made his own sound when he pulled down Olivia’s bra and took both her breasts into his strong hands. Olivia closed her eyes, falling into the back of her mind where there were no repercussions for any actions. Only great rewards, like a gorgeous man pinching her sensitive skin before making her hard with his mouth and the graze of his teeth.
The Spanish guitar on the next track was hurried, famished. Just like the way Rick treated Olivia’s breasts while his hands fumbled with her zipper and grabbed her ass at the same time. When he pulled her hips forward she gasped, his bulge already hard against her frame. That only served to make Olivia more desperate for his forbidden touch.
I want him. I want him inside… Rick finally got her zipper open. As Olivia braced herself against his shoulders, her fingers pulling at the cotton of his shirt to entice it off his body, he pushed his down the front of her jeans and rubbed her through the last barrier between him and her sanity.
“Rick!” How satisfying his name was to say. It was short, snappy, and hard in the end. “Shit!” That was also satisfying to say.
Another naughty word fell from his lips. The way the sounds rolled out of his throat made Olivia even hotter. Especially when Rick made a grand show of pulling aside her lingerie and searching for what she kept in there. “Damn you, bringing out the Spanish.”
“And don’t you stop it.” Olivia drew her leg up, letting it rest against the barre as Rick pushed deeper into her jeans. It spread her open, and she leaned against the wall, her breasts bare to him, his mouth, as her core invited him to touch it until she died.
Olivia was very familiar with Rick’s hands by now. She knew that his fingers were long enough to catch her in dips and to give her enough balance when twirling. She knew his palms were wide and all encompassing, like now when the brunt of her center was covered, Rick’s nimble fingers slipping into her with no effort whatsoever. That’s it…! It surprised her how relaxed she was. Almost as if it were perfectly natural for those fingers she had come to know so well over the weeks to penetrate her and rub against her clit.
“Hermosa,” Rick said, his tongue rolling against her nipple and enticing more of her arousal out of her body. She gave it to him readily, her sanity long gone now that she was accepting of this situation. The music. The man. The damn way he built up her orgasm by making her as pliable as a ballerina against this barre. “You’re beautiful.”
He probably said that to every woman he boned on the fly. Olivia didn’t care. She didn’t doubt his sincerity, regardless of how often he thought it, and it made her more brazen to take him inside her. With his fingers nestled within her, two knuckles deep, Olivia knew it was damn well worth it in this moment.
She thrust against him in
time to the music, a beat that hit twice a second – and so did she. With Rick kissing her lips, her throat, and her breasts, it was only a matter of time before she reached her climax alongside the song’s.
It came swiftly. One second Olivia was absorbing the moment, her body welcoming Rick into her while she let the music wash over her. Then the second she seized up, her hips locked, legs jerking, and shoulders rattling against the wall while a great, big breath shot from her throat along with her voice. Rick did not relent between her legs.
“Me vengo!” As if he couldn’t tell! What surprised Olivia even more was that such a phrase came from her mouth. She hadn’t heard it since one of her ex-boyfriends, a native Spanish speaker who forgot all English in bed. Apparently Rick liked it, however, for he groaned against her throat, his fingers pulling out and then pulling on his shirt until it finally came off.
Hot damn. Olivia may have just climaxed, but seeing this man with his shirt finally off made her appreciate how wet she now was.
The shirt fell to the floor. Both hands pressed against the wall, Rick studied Olivia’s half-spent body, drinking in her breasts, her stomach, and her spread legs with the fly down. She thought he would try to pull her pants off, but instead Rick unzipped his and pulled himself out. As expected, he was hard.
He was also gently kissing her neck while he stroked himself, Olivia’s hair gliding over his nose as she turned her head away and tried to catch her breath. I saw it anyway. Not that she didn’t want to. And, oh, was she not disappointed! The mere glance she got told her enough. Rick was built the way she liked: thick and strong.
But she wasn’t ready for him like that yet. Not when she was still reaping the benefits of an orgasm well deserved. So before Rick could get any bright ideas of where to put that thing, Olivia eased him off her and took matters into her own hands.
“You’re forward,” Rick observed, his turn to bump up against the barre as Olivia wrapped her hand around him. Yup. Thick. What a delight. “Really forward.”
“You like that in a woman, eh?”
“Sure do.”
Well, Olivia would show him forward, then!
The music switched to a slower, more sensual number. Perfect for dropping to one’s knees and getting acquainted with what one of the most famous music acts in the world kept in his pants. Eat your hearts out, fangirls. Olivia took great glee in thinking that as she rolled her tongue over the head of Rick Rodriguez’s cock.
She half expected him to finish right there. Except Rick wasn’t that kind of man. No, he was the kind of man to hold himself back while a woman took him into her mouth and treated him to one of life’s greatest pleasures. Olivia kept her hand wrapped around his base, occasionally massaging it with her grip, but her mouth did most of the work. When she heard Rick grunt with the gruff of a man who rarely got it this good, Olivia knew she had him. Even if he came right now and couldn’t go on… even if he never talked to her again… she had this blasted moment where one of the most eligible bachelors in the world came undone for her.
He was as thick in her mouth as he was in her hand. Olivia tasted him, skin and tip, overcome with his musk that made her heady with more desire. I’m ready again… Olivia’s bent legs remained spread, her free hand reaching between them and in awe over what she could do when in need of a man’s touch. Rick had started it. She was finishing it.
“Do you still want it hard?” Rick asked, his words peppered with harried breaths. “’Cause if you do, you’re gonna have to let up… fuck!”
That curse was a compliment. Olivia smiled, more for herself than him, letting her lips slowly comb his girth while her tongue wetted his length. When she came off him, he was more erect than ever. Definitely ready again. This time she wouldn’t be satisfied with just his fingers.
“I do,” she said, standing up and pushing against his cock. Olivia nipped his throat, her hands roaming the width of his dancer’s body. This was a man who played hard all day, both in the dance studio and the gym. Bless him! “Cógeme fuerte, and don’t make me say it again.”
He whipped her around and nearly slammed her against the wall, her jeans slipping past her hips while her body braced for his impact. Olivia’s yelp echoed over the new song pounding the speakers, an upbeat, saucy number that made her blood run hot in her veins. “I wanna hear you say it again,” Rick growled, the sweat on his chest luring Olivia back into his embrace. He lifted her hips up, her legs spread wide around his waist as his tip searched for the source of her arousal. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“It? Don’t you mean you?” Olivia held herself back. Oh, she wanted to thrust forward and take him inside of her, but that wouldn’t do. “Dámelo duro.”
Rick looked at her as if he couldn’t imagine where she heard a phrase like that before. Wouldn’t you like to know? Didn’t matter. All Olivia cared about was that Rick followed through on her request that he do her harder with his cock than he had with his fingers.
One last kiss was all Olivia got – until Rick pulled her leg up with one hand and guided himself into her with the other.
She thought she had been ready. In a way she was, but nothing prepared her for him thrusting into her in one try. One moment she never knew what it was like for Rick to be inside her like that, and the next she knew. Olivia cried out, in a little pain, but mostly pleasure, for this was what she wanted, and now it was happening.
The point of no return had passed. All that was left now was to enjoy every moment.
“Yes!” Her hands grasped his bare shoulders, warm, slick with sweat, and pulsing with every flex of his muscles as he thrust into her. Rick was not gentle. Olivia had asked for anything but gentle. When you want this because of the dance, there is no such thing as gentle. Lust in the form of dance was an incubus. One that came for Olivia now and did as it willed.
She held him close to her as he thrust deep inside, searching for the spot that would make her scream the most. Olivia was too consumed with the moment to care. All she heard was that music making love to her senses like Rick now made love between her legs. No one beats a dancer… These men could go on and on. They knew endurance. They knew how to wait for the perfect moment to make their final move. Rick was no different. He entered her, again and again, holding back his pleasure until he made sure they both got what they wanted – no, needed.
“Don’t stop.” Olivia’s eyes were closed, but she could see the lights spinning and Rick’s body undulating as it worked to bring her pleasure. “I… I…”
He silenced her with a kiss that pushed every remaining word down her throat. She swallowed them, sighing as she gave herself completely to the whims of this man filling her below and inhaling her above. The hand that was not holding her ass grabbed her breast between the two of them. Olivia reached between their hips and touched herself as the song changed in intensity.
Every strum of the guitar was another thrust inside her. Every pound of the drum was her arousal spilling from her and ensuring her pleasure. Rick’s breath hurried, and so did Olivia’s fingers. The man was good, but he was still human – she had only a few seconds to reach the heights of carnal bliss before he leaped off the edge without her.
Olivia’s shout of relief echoed above the music as the first hard, orgasmic wave crashed over her. Suddenly Rick wasn’t just inside of her, but a part of her as well.
A warm, rough part of her.
There was something wonderfully primal about the way Rick held her, thrust into her, and released himself as if there was never any reason not to. Olivia welcomed him, her body elated and her heart opened to what he offered.
It was over as quickly as it began only a few minutes ago. Breathless, Rick remained inside her, his deep, powerful voice groaning in relief into her ear. Olivia was relieved too, but for different reasons. At least we got that out of the way. Hard to think that when Rick kissed her again, gently at first, and then with enough heat that Olivia worried he would want to go again so quickly. Then he pulled away fr
om her, his lips languid on hers as he zipped himself up. He turned away.
Olivia was left standing against the wall, her sense of decency finally taking over as she pulled her shirt back down and buttoned herself up. I’m a mess. What in the world had she done?
“I’ve gotta go.” She straightened out her clothes and grabbed her duffel bag. By then Rick had turned off the music, and the silence was more deafening than the warnings going off in Olivia’s head.
Rick didn’t say anything when she snuck out of the practice room and made a detour toward the bathroom. She was glad he didn’t say anything. The last thing Olivia wanted was to hear indifference or emotion. Both were toxic right now.
7
Even though it was one in the morning, Olivia could not sleep to save her life. Every time she turned over, breathed deeply, or wrapped herself in her covers, she could only think of what happened in the practice studio that day. Such an idiot. She meant herself. She also meant Rick.
Once Olivia got home and the endorphins had subsided, she was able to clearly think about what she and Rick had done. Really… sex in the practice room? And not just sex with anybody. Rick was someone she was going to be working with for a few months, at least. And he was famous! What if the paparazzi got a hold of this? What if Olivia Owens was smeared across every tabloid in America? What would she do if her parents found out? Die. I would absolutely die. Probably at the hands of her little sister.
Olivia sat up in her bed, contemplating the peaceful darkness before her. Crickets chirped outside her window. The same window she had since she was a girl. One of these days I’ll move out of here. Olivia was far from the first woman her age who had to stay at home with her parents in order to pay the bills. Dropping out of college meant she still had student loan debt but nothing to show for it. She also liked being able to eat and have comfortable dance shoes. This gig with Rick was supposed to be her ticket to a lucrative career in dance. Now here she was, totally screwing that up.