When We Dance

He puts his cock between my thighs without stopping the kiss.

When he rocks his hips against me, thrusting into me hard, I’m already there, teetering on the edge, my core clenching, and we both know it’s too late for both of us.

Grunting, he pounds into me, almost ripping me open as my pleasure shoots up high before crashing, jolting through my body, making me lose control.

“I… can’t… stop…” I mumble.

He fucks me hard. So hard the orgasm sweeps through me, leaving me a mess. His cum drips from between my legs, my muscles tense like bricks.

Some relief comes. With pleasure, playfulness, and quiet moans on my lips.

He laughs on top of me, panting.

“You did a little number on me,” he says.

I smile.

“We’re not done,” he adds. “I’ll do what I wanted to do initially. And you better remember these moments when we’ll all fuck you tonight.”

“You shouldn’t have tied me to the bed.”

“Not gonna work with me, baby. I’ll let you free when I want you free.”

He cleans me between my legs.

I open my legs for him while he runs the sheet over my slit and entrance, and I look at him, tilting my head to the side and propping it against my shoulder.

“I want to lick you clean…” I say, noting he’s not quite soft.

“Be my guest, “ he shoots back at me, grinning.

I roll to my side, my eyes inviting him to move next to my mouth.

He crashes next to me. Back pressed against the headboard, hips tilted to my face, he offers me his cock.

I lick his balls, looking at him, smiling.

His eyes narrow with a wolfish grin.

“I knew you’d be a lot of fun.”

The cleaner he gets, the harder he gets.

He relaxes against the headboard, his shoulders pulling back, his head sliding back too, his eyes trained on me, narrowed, holding a grin.

He must’ve planned this for a while.

He must’ve known what he wanted that night in front of the hotel and yesterday afternoon when he caught me in the pool with his best friend. And even this evening at the dinner party when he acted as if I wasn’t there.

Men are sneaky.

Who knew? I didn’t. I couldn’t understand why he was so cool about everything. He sure fooled me. Not paying attention to me. Not even remembering that we kissed. He felt like… I don’t know.

Opaque.

I couldn’t see anything inside him. Turns out there is a lot to see inside him.

What was their original plan, anyway?