by AJ Alexander
Chapter Four
Selina
We stare at each other for a moment, my mind and my heart battling for what to do next. I love to dance, but damn it, I love him too. Before I can decide what my next move is, his lips are on mine.
My arms wrap around his neck as he steps in close, pressing his body against mine.
The muscular ridges of his chest cause my nipples to become impossibly hard as they rub against him. All logical thought is abandoned as my body takes control.
Vance’s fingertips dig into my skin, holding me against him like he’s afraid I’ll push him away. He doesn’t know that I can’t. Not this time. I’m no longer able to resist the pull we have had toward each other since the day I returned to town.
I love Vance Kirkland more than my own life, but what I need to decide is if I love him more than my career. I will have to give up everything to stay here with him, and I don’t know if being a dance instructor in a small town will be enough.
“Stop thinking so much,” Vance whispers as he takes my ear into his mouth, biting down gently. “Just feel, Seli.”
Electricity pulses in my veins, turning into a burning need as one of his hands slips beneath my shirt. His calloused fingers brush against my nipples as he wraps his hand around my breast and squeezes. The heat of his palm against my skin brings a moan from my mouth.
“Seli, I need you.” The rough grumble of his voice caresses my skin, making goosebumps pebble on my flesh.
“Show me.”
My eyes lock with his as he trembles. The need he has for me is so damn clear in his face.
Vance pulls his hand from under my shirt and quickly spins me around, nipping my exposed shoulder with his teeth. “Bend over.”
I bend at the waist, gripping the smooth wood of the swing with both of my hands as he unbuttons my jeans. I rock back, pressing the globes of my ass into his cock as he glides it between my cheeks.
He hisses loudly as he pinches my clit between his thick fingers, the tickle of his beard on the exposed skin of my shoulder.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“You. Just you.”
I moan loudly as he inserts one finger inside me, gently pulling it out before slowly sliding it back in. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I teeter on the edge of an explosive orgasm embarrassingly fast.
“Vance,” I whimper, heat crawling up my neck to flush my cheeks.
He leans into my body, bringing his frame flush with mine. I can feel our hearts pounding in unison, as if they have finally found each other again after all these years.
My chest rises and falls quickly as Vance uses his other hand to grip my breast through my shirt, using it as leverage. As he manipulates my body like his own personal plaything, I throw my head back onto his shoulder, bending my knees slightly and grinding down hard onto his palm. My hips ride his hand like it’s an Olympic sport, both desperate to come and aching for him to be inside me.
“That’s it. Take what’s yours.” His breath fans against my ear before the sharp sting of his teeth on my neck pushes me over the edge into oblivion.
White, blinding euphoria explodes behind my eyes and a strangled cry echoes through the waterway, letting everyone know what just happened between us.
“Fuuuck,” Vance drags the word out, slipping his hand out of my pants.
My body collapses, only being held up by my arms, as my knees weaken in the aftermath of my world exploding.
“Hmmm,” Vance hums behind me. “You’re fucking delicious.”
Gripping my hair, he turns my head and takes my mouth in an aggressive kiss, the salty tang I now taste informing me that he sucked my cum off his fingers. As I turn in his arms, his hands grip my ass to pull me up against him. I wrap my legs around him and kiss him back, just as possessive.
Vance carries us back toward the house, navigating the familiar terrain with ease, using his grip on my ass to grind against the rigid outline of his cock and growling into my mouth.
He quickly yanks the screen door open, stepping through and heading directly for one of the couches on the far side of the outdoor space.
He smacks my ass hard, his lips leaving mine to lean our foreheads together. “This will be fast, but I’ll make up for it.”
I suck on my lower lip and drop my feet to the ground as Vance spins me around, quickly shoving my face into the plush outdoor cushions. My hand flails, searching for something to hold onto. I need something to keep me grounded.
Air caresses my skin as he yanks my jeans down to my knees, kicking my legs apart slightly. He drops down to a squat behind me, his lips trailing kisses over my exposed ass.
“I never thought a lime green thong could be sexy, but on you, it fucking is.” He slides the small scrap of fabric to the side, exposing my pussy, and a warm lick has my breath catching in my throat. “Fucking perfect.”
The rustle of his jeans being opened gives me a mere few seconds to prepare before the thick head of his dick is pushing against me.
“Oh, shit,” I whine as he stretches me.
Vance keeps moving forward until his hips rest against the round of my ass. His fingers grip my hips, digging into my skin, surely leaving bruises, holding still for only a few moments before pulling out slowly and slamming back inside me.
His hips snap against me, pounding into me like a rutting animal. This is a claiming, a desperation, a break in sanity, and I love it. I need him just as much as he needs me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he grinds out, his thrusts becoming more erratic, losing the smooth glide he had.
My mind can no longer process words, only actions. I’m overstimulated, yet not stimulated enough. The arousal racing through my body is climbing towards an impossible end. Higher and higher, clenching so hard around the intrusion that’s controlling every aspect of my life in this moment.
“Fuck!” Vance roars, slamming into me only twice more before stilling, his seed spilling deep inside of me.
He’s panting, using the sturdy back of the furniture for support but not making any move to pull out of me. My lungs can’t pull in enough air, I can barely hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, but I am acutely aware of him. I hiss when he pulls back, his softening cock dragging against my sensitive flesh. He pulls my panties back over my pussy and tugs my jeans back up my legs, kissing my skin as he does.
“Let’s get inside. I’ll take proper care of you there,” he says as he helps me stand.
His lips meet mine in a soft, lingering kiss. I can feel how much he cares for me through this connection, in the way his fingers caress my skin, igniting a fire inside me that I forgot existed.
“Does that big plantation have a claw-foot tub?” I ask as he helps me stand on wobble legs.
“No plantation would be complete without one,” he smirks, winking at me as he threads his fingers through mine and leads me back inside the house.
“Is it big enough for two people?” I ask him with a smile tugging on my lips.
“I’ll make it work,” he promises.
Chapter Five
Vance
“I may just keep you forever. Are you ready to find out?” I say as I lead Selina by the hand toward the grand split staircase.
Selina pauses suddenly on the landing, and I glance at her over my shoulder.
“Does that scare you, Seli? Would you let me keep you?”
Her eyes widen in surprise, and her mouth opens and closes rapidly as she tries to find a response. I promised myself I wouldn’t come on too strong but after laying my heart on the line, I need to know if she is all in with me.
“No, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here, Vance. They could call me for an audition at any moment.”
I hate repeating myself, but when it comes to her, I will make an exception. “I don’t know how many times I need to explain this to you, but I’m all in. Whatever comes, we will handle it then. Together.”
She gives m
e a small nod, and I continue my way up the staircase toward the master bedroom, not bothering to stop as I head directly into the bathroom. I renovated the entire bathroom from top to bottom, but kept the original aesthetics to give it a level of authenticity.
“You didn’t skimp on anything, did you?” She smiles as she heads toward the clawfoot tub, running her index finger along the edge. “I don’t think there’s enough room for two, though.”
“Are you sure about that?” I raise my eyebrow at her in question as I brush past her and turn the water on. I know full well that if either of us want to enjoy the tub, there is no way we will both fit inside, but I love to watch her squirm. “Don’t you want to sit on my lap?”
Her cheeks pink in embarrassment, giving me just the reaction I wanted.
“Why don’t I go order us a pizza, and you can relax up here in the bath?”
“What? No gourmet meal planned for us this evening?” she teases as she takes a seat on the edge of the tub, her long legs once again on full display as she crosses her ankles.
Images of those legs thrown over my shoulder while I devour her core, lapping at her juices as I make her scream my name for the second time tonight, filter through my mind.
“Eyes up here,” she giggles as she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Pizza sounds amazing.”
I should be embarrassed about being caught ogling her, but I’m not. I shrug my shoulders before turning off the water and turning toward the linen closet. I quickly reach inside, grab a towel from the stack, and place it on the floor beside the tub.
“If you need anything, just holler. I’ll grab us a bottle of wine and be back before you know it.”
“You’re going to keep me company after all?” she says as she pulls her shirt over her head, showing me her lace-covered tits.
My cock instantly hardens down my leg as I stride toward her, pulling her against my chest and slamming my mouth to hers. We both groan as I run my tongue against the seam of her lips, and she parts them slightly, giving me the perfect angle to taste every part of her.
I slide my hand up her back and wrap her hair around my fist, controlling her movements, and grind my cock into her belly, letting her know in this moment that there is nothing on my mind but her. Once I’ve had my fill, I take a step back and adjust myself.
“Climb in before I change my mind,” I turn on my heels and stride out of the bathroom.
The sound of her tinkling laughter follows as I head out the door.
Once I get downstairs, I order a large supreme pizza and take a seat on a barstool. Tonight has turned into something out of my wildest dreams. What I thought would be a simple night trying to get Selina to open herself up to me again has turned into so much more. I don’t want to get my hopes up, but maybe Selina and I are finally headed toward our happily ever after.
I don’t want to focus on the past, but the future. No matter what happened between the two of us all those years ago, we have a second chance to find love and happiness with each other now. I just hope we’re on the same wavelength.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
My head snaps toward the doorway at the sound of Selina’s voice.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for what I’m thinking at the moment,” I say as I rub a hand down my face.
I thought she was gorgeous wearing her own clothes, but seeing her standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but one of my flannel shirts has gotten me hard all over again.
“What do you say to a little fun?” Selina smiles mischievously as she saunters towards me.
“Define fun.”
“One shot for one question.” She grabs the stool next to me and drags it to the other side of the island before taking a seat. “But we’re going to need something a little harder than that bottle of merlot you have.”
“Fair enough. Pick your poison.” I point over my shoulder toward the custom liquor cabinet I had installed.
“Oh, fancy. Got any tequila?”
I chuckle as I spin around on my stool, open the cabinet, and pull out a bottle. “Limes or no?”
“Limes. I haven’t done shots in years.”
I grab two glasses and pour us each a shot before heading toward the fridge. I poke my head inside and notice two limes sitting on the shelf. After sending up a silent prayer of thanks, I grab them both and place them on the counter.
As I search for a cutting board, I ask my first question. “So, why New York?”
Selina contemplates her answer for a few moments before responding. “Honestly, because it was the only place I could think of where I could reinvent myself.”
I finish cutting the limes and bring them over toward the table. We both toss back our shots, and I hand her a lime. She bites down, juice dribbling down her chin. Wanting to know more about her time in New York, I resist the urge to run my tongue across her chin and collect the juices and instead hand her a paper napkin.
“Thanks,” she says. “I had never known anything but Dixie Point and the surrounding areas my whole life. When I arrived at school, I was the small-town girl everyone loved to give a hard time to, and after a while, I started to believe them…except when I was dancing. When it was time to audition for a company, I wanted to make sure I never turned into that girl again.”
I finally have an explanation for why Selina never came home after graduation. She could have been a ballerina anywhere, but she chose the farthest place possible from me and everyone she knew. I always thought it was because she was running away from me, but now I know she was running away from herself.
“To be honest, I loved that girl who left town on nothing but hope. But I also love the woman who finally found her way back home.”
“Vance…” she begins, but I raise my hand to cut her off.
“So, lay it on me. Make it a good one.” I throw back my second shot before pouring another one.
“Why construction?”
“What else was I supposed to do with all these muscles?” I wink at her before flexing my arms, making her laugh as she takes her next shot.
We continue our game of question and answer for hours, taking the time to get reacquainted with each other after all these years. She tells me all about the ballets she was in, even confiding in me about her heartbreaking injury. With every story, her face lights up with happiness, describing everything from the costumes to how each set was designed.
I honestly have no idea what most of those things she’s telling me about are, but seeing her smile is enough for me. Knowing that she was doing something magical, even though we were apart, thrills me.
After the pizza arrives, we move our question-and-answer session to the bedroom, snuggling together in my California King bed. We ask each other all the stupid first date questions, giving shots to each other for every wrong answer, before reminiscing about the time we spent together as kids.
All the time we spent apart evaporates as I learn new things about her. I never believed I could connect with someone again on this level, but I have never been so happy to be wrong.
After finishing almost the entire bottle and all the pizza, she leans over, propping her head on her elbow.
“Vance, why didn’t you find anyone else?” Her words are barely above a whisper.
“The easy answer is, they weren’t you.” I move closer to her, kissing the side of her neck. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t try to forget you, but after enough failed relationships, I gave up. I finally realized that I was comparing all of those women to you.”
I slide my hand up her leg to the knee before pulling it up and over my hip.
“What would you have done if I never came back?” She gasps in surprise as I rub my cock against her folds, putting gentle pressure on her clit.
I roll over, pinning her to the bed with my body. “Wait. I knew that you would come back to me one day.”
I nibble down her neck before sucking on her breast through the shirt, rolling my tongue around her harde
ned nipple. Then I release it with a pop, unbuttoning the shirt as I make my way down her body, stopping at the curly hairs above her clit.
I pull her clit into my mouth and suck as I slip two fingers into her drenched pussy, pulling them out slowly before sliding them back inside, playing her like a fiddle.
“Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck this pussy?” I growl.
My cock is begging to be released. I continue my movements, increasing the pace, as I wait for a response, but when nothing comes, I stop.
“Answer me,” I demand as I bend my fingers, finding the bundle of nerves that will send her over the edge, brushing gently across them.
I watch as a ripple of pleasure courses through her body.
“Yes,” she whimpers as I pull my fingers out and slide off the end of the bed.
I slowly unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor. Selina bites her lip in anticipation as I unbuckle my pants and slide them, along with my boxers, down to the floor. My cock springs to life as I grip the base and pump my fist up and down a few times to relieve some pressure.
She leans up on her elbows as her eyes travel down my body. “Hmmm, you are good enough to eat.”
“You have no idea the things I plan to do to you,” I growl.
I crawl up the bed and give her a searing kiss, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh down her neck as I slide her shirt off her shoulders.
“Beautiful,” I say reverently as I stare down at the goddess before me. “You have captured me, mind, body, and soul.”
I trail kisses down her breastbone, before wrapping my tongue around her left nipple. Her back arches in the air, trying desperately to push the rest into my mouth.
“Patience, Seli,” I murmur.
She groans in frustration as I continue to worship her body, leaving no area untouched by my hands and lips as I make my way between her legs and inhale deeply, her musky scent enveloping my senses.
“Now for my feast.” I give her folds one long lick and moan as her flavor hits my taste buds. “You taste better than I remember.”