The exhalation of her breath leaves her lungs in a quiet moan. I see her hands flex. “Calum…”
I lift myself up and take off my slacks, leaving me bare underneath. Kaia rocks her hips up, her eyes glued to my cock. She sucks in a breath and releases the tiniest groan.
Biting my lower lip hard, I run my hand down to my groin, drawing wide circles around my cock. I look down at Kaia’s perfect body splayed out before me.
“Spread your legs for me, beauty,” I tell her. “Show me what I’m missing.”
Her face heats, but she looks so fucking hungry as she slowly spreads her knees wide, exposing her creamy pussy. I run my free hand inside her thigh, up to her pussy lips. She hisses and rocks her hips against the brush of my fingertips. I circle her entrance a few times, gathering the sticky moisture I find there.
“Does that feel good, princess?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “God, yes.”
I fist my cock, staring at her pussy, wet from its own juices. My dick is so sensitive from all this buildup that I can tell I won’t last long. So I focus on Kaia, on driving her over the edge.
I trail my fingertips up, spreading the moisture that I’ve found around her clit. She closes her eyes and hisses as I draw lazy figure eights around her clit and her entrance.
“Bring one of your hands down here,” I order her. “I want to watch you touch yourself, dirty little girl.”
Her eyes open, piercing me as she draws one shaking hand down the length of her body. She touches her pussy lips oh so gently, her fingers bumping mine as she caresses her clit. She starts to close her eyes again, a little mmm rising from the back of her throat.
“Use your other hand to feel your tits,” I say.
She grasps her nipple, tweaking it hard. A shudder of pleasure racks her small frame. I grip my cock, pumping it a few times. Then with the other hand I run my fingers down to her pussy entrance.
I stare at her face. “Look at me, Kaia. I want to watch your expression when I fuck you with my fingers.”
Her green-brown eyes open, pinning me in place. Her plump lips part as I tease her entrance. She’s slick with want, making it easy to slide one thick digit inside the warmth of her body.
Her expression turns to one of ecstasy mixed with torment. For a moment, I’m afraid that I’ve hurt her. But she starts feverishly moving her fingers in small circles around her clit.
My body tightens with need. I try to keep the grip I have on my cock light, but my hand is already working my dick over just the way I like it.
I’m determined to get Kaia to the breaking point before I spill my seed all over her pretty body.
“Do you like that, beauty?” I whisper.
She bites her lower lip, her hips thrusting. “Give me more,” she says, her voice sultry. “Fuck, Calum…”
I turn my hand so that my palm faces upward and introduce a second thick finger to her tight pussy. I can feel the walls of her channel start to tremble as I begin to work my fingers in and out slowly.
“Oh god,” she gasps. “Oh god…”
“Look at me!” I command. “I want to watch you unravel, Kaia.”
The second her hazel gaze lands on my face, she starts pulsing, her innermost muscles spasming. Her lower body convulses and her eyes roll up in the back of her head. She lets out a strangled groan, the sound of it like music to my ears.
“Fuck, Kaia,” I grit out.
Only a few seconds later I feel my balls draw up and my cock start to twitch. I jet pulses of semen across her lower body, my eyes closing briefly as I come so hard that it almost hurts. I hear a strange sound, only realizing moments afterward that it is a low moan escaping my chest. I desperately thrust a few final times, wringing out every drop of pleasure left in my body.
When I open my eyes and let myself sag onto the mattress beside Kaia, I’m unable to speak. She twines herself around me, seeking my mouth, and I kiss her with lazy flicks of my tongue.
I close my eyes and let myself drift, my arm encircling Kaia’s waist, my nose buried in her honey-scented hair.
25
Kaia
“All right, everyone! Well done.” Basil claps his hands, drawing the class’s attention. “Today was our last day of classes before we start dress rehearsals for the next two weeks! Final fittings for our costumes will be in a few days so please, no weight fluctuations after that. No pizza, no soda, no salt. I want to see only trim bodies in here.”
I blow out a breath, picking up my water bottle from the floor. Looking around, my gaze collides with Calum’s sapphire eyes. He arches a brow.
I swiftly look away from him, trying not to blush. It’s been a couple of days since he stripped me down and made me come for him. I haven’t been able to so much as look at him since then without looking like a besotted school girl.
My eyes widen. The second that he says where the roster is posted, there is a cattle call. Everyone stampedes for the door. I bite my lip and try to avoid Calum’s gaze, trickling out among the last of the dancers.
Ella stops me at the door. “I got Princess Florine!”
I give her a startled hug. “Oh! Congrats!”
She smirks. “Shut up. You got the Lilac fairy. You’re basically a main player.”
My breath seizes up. “Wait, really?!”
I squeal, hugging her. “I can’t believe we both got cast!”
She cocks her head at me.
“Of course we did. There are basically almost no more experienced ballerinas above us.” Her brow furrows. “Are you feeling okay?”
I smile lightly. “Yeah, sorry. Just off in my own world. I think I need to eat something.”
She scrounges around her duffel bag for a protein bar and offers one to me. “Here you go. We can’t have you passing out. That would be really bad for everybody.”
I accept it, sucking in a deep breath. “Thanks, Ella.”
Shouldering my bag, I glance over to see where Calum is. He’s already gone; he’s spent the last couple of days in meetings, trying to figure out how to keep his business alive now that he’s punched Jack Schwartz in the face.
Ella walks out of the dance studio with me, stretching once we are in the echoing hallway. Eric comes up right behind us, grinning.
“Guess what? My friend Crispin has been accepted here. I guess they had too many people that quit.”
I tilt my head at Eric. “Oh?”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “Yeah. Everybody that just did the final audition is now a NYB dancer. I mean, until they get yelled at by Calum Fordham, at least.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls a face. My cheeks warm a bit.
Ella cocks her head. “When will we get to meet the new dancers? Tomorrow?”
Eric grins, holding up his cell phone. “As it so happens, I just texted Crispin and he said he would meet us outside.”
He sounds so excited as we head down the hall. A petty little voice in the back of my head wonders if Eric would be so excited if it was me that had just got accepted.
I can’t imagine that he would be. Then again, I think I might have only even gotten in because I’m fucking one of the judges.
I duck my head and blush as we put our coats on and head outside. Now I’m wondering how much of my current career I owe to Calum and how much I owe to years upon years of practice. Did I screw some more talented ballerina out of a spot?