When We Dance

“We only have a limited time,” he says, glancing at the ocean as if a giant clock glimmers in the water.

He brings his gaze back to me, and I drink in his face, soak in his eyes, and listen to his every word.

“I only have you for a couple of hours,” he says in a softer voice, a smile full of promises tugging at his lips.

He grips my chin, his eyes diving into mine before moving over my face.

He suddenly goes pensive, pondering something.

“You won’t tell anyone… Okay?”

I softly nod, my eyes linked with his.

“A car will take you to the hotel. And I will get back a little later,” he says quietly, his lips creasing into a secret grin.

“Chances are he’ll wait for you,” he adds. “And he will want to fuck you. It’s up to you what you do, but he might be rough with you.”

A question buzzes in my head, not touching my lips.

Is he talking about Kai?

His grin broadens.

“He’ll fuck you into submission. And you will love it. After that, he’ll share you again.”

It is Kai.

“You’ll have a lot of good time,” he says before placing a kiss on my lips.

His hand goes to his belt and undoes his buckle.

“You’re lucky I can’t leave marks on you. You deserve a good spanking for what you’ve done this evening.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I grin.

“Smile like that, and I might change my mind.”

He runs the back of his hand against my slit in a tease while tossing his belt on the chair before thinking about something for a second and scooping it up.

“There is something I can do without leaving marks on your beautiful skin.”

Without warning, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the bed.

“Trust me. You’re gonna like it,” he says, pulling my wrists together, tying my hands above my head, and connecting them to the headboard.

The ocean glints behind his back when he sheds his dress shirt, kicks off his shoes and removes his pants and boxer shorts before dropping them on the chair.

His cock bounces up, hard and jutting in the air, perfectly sculpted, veined, smooth. The only thing it needs is to glisten from my lips.

We might think about the same thing when he slides his knees on either side of me and towers over me, looking down at me.

My head is propped against a pillow.

“Make it wet for me,” he says, flashing a crooked smile.

I can’t push up and can’t use my hands, so he tilts his shaft down until his smooth crown trails against my lips.

I wait, the process seemingly igniting his imagination.

“You have a beautiful mouth…” he says, moving his dick along the seam of my mouth, teasing me before tipping his gaze to my eyes.

The eye connection says a lot and makes me feel hot.

It warms my skin and makes my pulse race. I love his hand moving up and down and tipping his hard flesh to my mouth.

I also love his V-shaped torso, broad shoulders, and strong neck. The five o’clock shadow on his jaw.

I swirl my tongue around his crown, pushing my chest up, craving his touch.

“I knew we were made for each other,” he says, not touching my breasts, keeping his focus on my mouth while I move my tongue around the tip of his erection.