Move (Club Kitten Dancers #1)(12)

Part of me wishes I could punch the * in the face. Who does that? Really? Who dates their student’s mom? Only, it’s already happening, and there’s not much either of us can do but accept it.

So Bailey calls me, and I listen to her rant. I’ll pick her up and we’ll drive around, make out for awhile, and talk about our problems. We’ll share our secrets.

We’ll do everything together but talk about the future because for me, it means saying goodbye, and for her, it means accepting the world has moved forward.

A few weeks go by and we settle into a strange, comfortable routine. I’ll drive her to work sometimes or to pole class. I haven’t seen her dance at the studio, but her body is getting more toned and flexible every day. When she’s sore or has bruises from learning a new move, I’ll massage her, give her a bubble bath, lotion her skin until she feels good again.

Is this what falling in love is like?

Is this what it means to lose yourself in another person?

There’s a part of me that’s scared of this. I never expected to fall in love, especially not at Forrest AFB. There are a lot of rumors that surround this duty station and even though I’ve heard story after story of people falling in love here, I always thought it was ridiculous. People have said there’s something in the water and now I think it might be true because Bailey is the best damn thing to happen to me.

“I want to show you my new moves,” she tells me one night. We’re in my dorm room. I’m not supposed to have girls overnight, but it’s one of those rules that’s not enforced unless your commanding officer doesn’t like you.

Luckily, mine thinks I’m amazing.

“Is that so?” My dick is instantly hard. It’s always hard around her, but her dancing? That really does it for me. Bailey has never taken dance lessons before. This is her first time. Somehow, I can’t believe she’s never tried it before because her moves are unbelievable. She’s unstoppable.

She turns on the music and pushes me back onto my bed. I’m on my back. I push up on my elbows and watch her begin to sway to the music. My feet hang off the bed and I wiggle my toes, getting comfortable. Bailey just smiles.

Everything about her is teasing, seductive. Her moves are natural, but perfectly calculated to excite my dick even more.

Bailey twists her hips, moving them in slow figure-eights. Her shirt comes up, up, up. She pulls it over her head, then tosses it aside. She slowly moves her hands up her stomach and over her black lace bra, cupping her breasts as she does. She turns in a circle, shaking her ass, moving her hands up and down her body.

She never stops moving her hands.

As she dances, I imagine it’s my hands on her. I imagine I’m the one making her groan, moan, bite her bottom lip.

I want to yank her pants down and slide my hand between her thighs, feeling just how f*cking wet she is for me, but I know have to wait.

With Bailey, it’s all about the control, the teasing.

It’s all about making me at her mercy.

And that’s just fine with me.

Slowly, she slides her black pants off. She always wears them to work. Her uniform is casual: black pants with a brightly colored shirt. I don’t mind the plain pants, though. They hug her ass perfectly, making her soft, round cheeks look even more delectable.

I suck in my breath when I see she’s not wearing panties.

“Like what you see, airman?” She winks. The coy little dancer actually winks and keeps moving, never missing a beat.

Bailey massages her breasts, runs her hands all over her body, and finally comes close enough to the bed where I can reach out and touch her.

“No, no,” she shakes her finger at me. “No touching.”

“Strip club rules?”

She nods.

“We’re not in a strip club.”

A look of surprise crosses her face and I take advantage of her surprise. Reaching out, I grab Bailey and yank her close to me, then crush my lips to hers.

Fuck.

Yeah.

She tastes so damn sweet I can barely keep myself from coming right now. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I do want to taste her.

All of her.

“Come here, gorgeous,” I pull her onto the bed with me. She’s straddling me now, but she looks confused because I’m still dressed and she’s not.

“Let me take your pants off,” she smiles, but I shake my head.

“Climb up on me,” I say. Bailey looks confused, so I hoist her higher and push her bottom until she’s straddling my face.

“Um, Cooper?” She sounds nervous. “Is this what you…um, meant? Is this okay?”

“Lower yourself onto my face, Bailey. I want to eat your sweet *.”

“I’ve never…”

“It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Bailey, if you don’t start riding my face, I’m going to go insane. I want to feel you come while you’re riding me so get down here, baby.”

That’s all the urging it takes, then I feel her sweet lips reach mine. I kiss her, then lick and suck on her body. Her sweet honey flows over my tongue and I lick harder and faster. Bailey moves her hips slowly at first, but as her arousal increases, she gets more into it and lowers herself onto me even more.

I grip her hips and pull her down more tightly, licking and sucking her. I know Bailey has never been touched like this before, and the truth is that I haven’t touched anyone like this before, either. I’ve never wanted to, never felt that urge.