Authors: Olivia Jordan
Heath nodded. “I’ll think about it. Have a good night.”
“You, too.”
Feeling too dejected to try to make any more fun out of the night, Heath got up from the bar and headed out to his car. He scanned the parking lot in hopes that Carly would for some odd reason be there waiting for him, then shook his head when he realized how foolish he was acting. Knowing he was being ridiculous still didn’t stop him from slowly driving past the studio on his way home in hopes that he’d catch a glimpse of her or her car. But the only vehicle there wasn’t hers. He sighed and continued the long drive back to his mansion.
I must be losing it. I’ve never let a woman have this kind of hold on me.
As he pulled into the driveway, Heath realized that his mind wasn’t the only thing that was going crazy. Carly’s body, her curves filling his hands, the way her breasts had felt pressed against his face, had left him completely horny. Even though Jake’s intrusion had killed the moment, it hadn’t completely squelched his desire, and by the time he reached his house, the erection that had faded during the confrontation was back full force and demanding some sort of attention if Heath had any hope of sleeping. He briefly entertained the notion of trying to wash it away with a cold shower, but as he stripped off his clothes and felt the way his cock pulsed as it was freed from the confines of jeans and boxer shorts, he knew the only way to quell his desire was to actually have an orgasm.
Settling back on his bed, Heath grabbed the small bottle of lube and slicked up his cock. The lube was cool on his skin, but his body was so hot, he didn’t wince. In fact, the gel felt good as it coated the skin of his shaft. Once he was ready, he started slow, first teasing his balls with his fingertip, until his cock started throbbing with even more intensity, and he had no choice but to slowly inch his fingers up his shaft. His knees started to spasm as the tease frustrated his body, but he didn’t want to rush as he let images of Carly float into his mind. As he grasped his cock and started to stroke, he pictured her perfect ass and the way it always filled out her tight jeans. He imagined the way it would feel cupped in his palms and wished he’d seized the opportunity to squeeze it back at the bar, when she’d seemed ready and willing for anything.
Gradually increasing the pace of his strokes, Heath began to fantasize about her naked, creating the most accurate picture his mind would allow. He envisioned her naked breasts settled in the palms of his hands, pictured rubbing his fingers around her nipples until they went pebble-hard. With his free hand, he imagined he was tracing the curve of her waist and sliding down one of her perfect thighs. He remembered how her lips were soft and firm at the same time, and the sparks that had rushed through his body each time that he kissed her. He thought about her sprawled out on his bed, a come-hither look on her face. He could see the slickness of her pussy, smell the musky scent, could taste the way her cunt was savory and sweet at the same time. He fantasized that he was standing over her, and she spread her legs for him, then slid her own hand down to her clit, started playing with herself with one hand, fondling her breast with another. As he pictured her reaching her own apex, his body climaxed, his whole body going rigid before the release.
“Carly,” he whispered, wishing she was there to hear him say her name.
* * * *
Some first Friday night out in my new town
. Jared sighed and turned back to the bar. He thought about ordering another drink, but then decided he felt too dejected to get drunk. Looking out at the crowd on the dance floor, he realized he wasn’t especially excited about a night of social dancing, either. He’d expected to spend some time with Carly, and at least have a chance to flirt with her. He hadn’t been expecting it to go anywhere, but he just wanted to have fun with her. Now, he was completely alone in a town that was still largely unfamiliar. None of his other colleagues were at the bar, and he hadn’t yet made friends with anybody not connected to his job. Not feeling up to making new friends when he was already feeling rejected, he paid his bar tab and walked out into the cool night air.
As Jared walked back toward the dance studio, his mind returned to the kisses he’d shared with Carly, and his frustration began to dissipate. The tense moments at the club slid out of his consciousness as he began picturing the body he’d held and caressed. Instead, lust began creeping through his body, and a whole new sort of frustration set in. As he dwelled on the softness of her lips and the sensation of her body writhing against his, his whole body began demanding that he finish what he started. He didn’t dare call Carly, though. He didn’t think she’d appreciate fresh advances. By the time he reached his car, though, he knew he would need to do something. His cock had grown so stiff that he was struggling to walk, and keeping his mind focused on driving home required monumental effort.
Jared was relieved when he finally alone in his apartment. He immediately hurried over to his bed, then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, which was so hard it ached. Despite his arousal, though, he wanted to enjoy himself, and so he started slowly, tracing his fingertip around the head of his cock before drawing it up and down his ready shaft. Then he circled his thumb and forefinger around his cock, not allowing himself the sensation of the full palm just yet. He stroked the circle up and down so slowly that his cock throbbed even harder, and he squeezed down to intensify the pulses.
Finally, he wrapped all of his fingers around his cock and began thrusting with more intensity. As he stroked, he imagined getting more kisses from Carly, imagined her lips making their way down his body and sliding over his cock, then making the same thrusts he was making now with his hand. He pictured her hands gripping his ass as she sucked, bringing him close to the edge before backing off, before pulling away, leaving him desperate to finish. He imagined her then stripping for him, slowly pulling away her clothes to finally reveal her soft curves, then lying back on the bed, parting her legs, and begging him to fuck her. He imagined sliding into her hot, wet cunt, imagined how it would feel as her muscles squeezed around him.
The thought of finally fucking her, of plunging into her hot, tight pussy and slamming back and forth until she screamed his name, finally sent him over the edge. He could barely keep control of his cock as it gave one final throb and then released, spilling cum all over his clothes as spasms of electricity ricocheted through his body.
“Carly,” he groaned as the pleasure began to dissipate. Although he still wished to have her next to him, he had to admit that he was at least temporarily stated. But he still couldn’t get Carly out of his mind, and even though he’d worn his body out for a little while, his mind was still racing with images of her. He fell into a restless sleep, the desire to kiss her still on his lips, the desire to touch her making his palms itch.
Chapter Five
She’ll approach us when she’s ready. What a naïve idiot
, Heath thought. It had been a week since they’d kissed Carly in the bar, and she still hadn’t done anything to indicate that she was interested in having an encore performance. She’d kept aloof during their lessons, and drilled technique exercises and choreography patterns without any sense of passion or fun. Yet every time he saw her at the studio, his cock would bulge and strain against his pants. He was sure Carly noticed his constant state of arousal, but he also knew her excessive professionalism would not allow her to even joke about it, much less act on it.
As he walked into the studio on Friday afternoon, Heath realized he was starting to regret participating in the event. He wanted to support the studio, but he wished he’d just written a sponsorship check instead of agreeing to dance. Not only were the lessons not any fun, but he thought he would lose his mind if he kept waiting on Carly.
After checking in with Lynne and waving hello to Taletha, Heath spotted Jared coming out of the staff lounge. Heath grabbed his arm and pulled him around a corner.
“What the hell, dude? I thought you said she’d come to us when she was ready.”
“She’s not ready yet, then.”
“Are you out of your mind? If she’s taking this long, she’s clearly not interested. I’ve spent this whole week horny as hell, with nothing to show for it.”
Jared shrugged. “I’ve been suffering, too, but what can you do? I don’t want to push her.”
“Seriously, dude, do you approach your entire life with this same amount of passivity?”
“Don’t make this about me. I’m just trying to be a gentleman.”
“And look where it’s gotten us. Look, you can be gentlemanly and suffer from constant horniness all you want. But I’m going to try things my way.” He stormed off and hurried to put on his dance shoes.
“Okay, let’s warm up,” Carly said, looking even more stern than she usually did.
Heath dutifully went through the exercises, striving for perfection even more so than usual. He never lost hope that if she saw his dancing improve, she might start warming up to him again. Despite his hard work, though, Carly’s rigid expression went unchanged yet again.
“Okay, on Wednesday we managed to run through the choreography in its entirety,” she said. “I know you’re not going to be able to dance it perfectly only forty-eight hour later, but let’s try to run through the entire thing, shall we?”
Heath nodded. “That sounds good.”
Carly turned the music on, and Heath took her in his arms. No matter how cold she was to him, he still relished the feeling of wrapping his left hand around her back, of touching her, of preparing to guide her around the floor. As the music started, he threw his mind, body, and soul into the dance, not caring whether or not it was completely perfect, just enjoying the two minutes he had to touch the woman he was craving with such intensity.
Everything felt perfect—not just Carly in his arms, but his footwork, his energy, the connection in his lead. As the music started to fade, he became acutely aware that this might have been the best he’d ever danced. When the song finally ended, he broke from the established chorography, dropped Carly into a dip, and placed a long, hard kiss on her lips.
Carly struggled to get out of the pose. “What the hell are you doing?” she snapped when he finally let her free.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for an entire week. I was holding back in hopes that you’d make the first move, but I realized that just wasn’t going to happen. It just felt right to kiss you, especially after the connection I felt while we were dancing.”
“You really did a great job with the choreography,” she admitted. “I was amazed by how quickly you managed to memorize it. But—but we’re working here. This is my job. We have to be discreet.”
Heath looked around. All the other couples on the dance floor were lost in their own little dance worlds, and not paying any mind to them.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” he said, and kissed her again. This time, Carly let him stay, and slid her tongue between his lips, allowing him an even better taste.
They both jumped when they realized that someone was slowly applauding. Jared stood in front of them, a smirk on his face.
“You win, Heath. You’re right. My attempts at being a gentleman weren’t getting me anywhere. I’m sorry I put a delay on things.”
“Wait a second,” Carly said, “have the two of you been plotting the best way to get in my pants?”
Heath cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t say plotting.”
“We definitely weren’t plotting. I’d say it was more like strategizing. And Heath here clearly had the better strategy. Now that we know that, I’m going to make use of this new information.” He walked onto the floor and gave her a deep kiss.
Carly pulled away. “What are people going to think?”
“People are hardly paying us any attention whatsoever.”
“What would Taletha think if she walked out of her office right now and saw us?”
Jared chuckled. “I might be a new guy, but I’ve heard rumors that lead me to believe she wouldn’t care all that much.”
Carly blushed. “Those are rumors, not facts. Besides, if she actually did anything at the studio, it certainly wasn’t while people were trying to have lessons and rehearsals.”
“So you’re saying you’ll keep this up, but only after-hours?” Heath grinned.