Hooked 4 (Hooked #4)(16)

After this song, it was many more. We danced until the sweat drizzled down our faces and our spines. And then, we were heaving, unable to catch our breath anymore. I touched his perfect face, feeling myself falling for him all over again.

“So. Do you think you can forgive me?” he asked.

I reached my head up toward him, bringing my lips into his. I wrapped my hand around his neck, gliding my tongue deeply into his mouth. I felt the heat of his body as he pulled me in close to him. I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed passionately for a few moments, memorizing the way our mouths moved, remembering the way the electricity seemed to jolt through us each time we adjusted, each time we touched.

Finally, the passion got too strong. He pushed me against the wall on the other side of the dance studio. With my legs still wrapped around his chest, he began to undo my shirt and bra. He threw my clothes into the side room, and I glittered before him with sweat, with passion. He placed his mouth around my nipple, and glided his tongue around the red, dribbling it back and forth, making me call out for him. “Oh, Drew. Oh, Drew.”

“You like that?” he whispered.

I nodded, feeling my face grow red. He kept my legs wrapped around his chest, and he ripped at my panties, allowing them to fall to the ground, revealing my dripping, hot *. He brought me higher up on his body, forcing me to wrap my legs around his neck. He placed his tongue in my dripping * and began to glide his tongue up and down my clit tenderly, making me begin to sweat. I grabbed my tits and placed my fingernails in my skin, nearly drawing blood.

“More, baby. More,” I sighed.

He continued to glide his tongue along my clit until he brought forth two fingers and pressed it into my steamy hot *. With his tongue still on my clit, and two fingers inside me, I felt like my mind was about to explode. My chest heaved as he did this, over and over, until I nearly came.

And then: he stopped.

I grabbed my head, nodding at him, pleading with him to keep going. But he removed his two fingers. He allowed me back on the ground gently and began removing his own clothes. He unbuttoned each of his buttons, continually eyeing me and my naked body as it gleamed from sweat, from near-cum in the middle of the room. Looking around, I couldn’t believe that I’d taught dance in that room; that this area of sexual passion had once been an area in which I’d taught over-fifty year olds how to plié.

He removed his pants, revealing his great, pulsing cock. It stood straight out beneath his stunning abs. I stood and walked toward him, placing my fingers on his abs, tracing them completely. “You’re so f*cking hot,” I murmured.

And he pushed me up against the wall once more. He grabbed my tits and brought his dick into me, making me sigh with relief, with passion. I called out into the Halloween night like a wolf. I grabbed his ear with my teeth and yanked, tracing his ear with my tongue. He thrust over and over into my dripping *, and I gasped as he did it. “Come on. Harder, baby. Harder.”

“You want harder?”

He removed his cock from my * and forced me on the ground, on my stomach. He crawled over me and thrust his cock into me. I lifted my head off the ground with pleasure, feeling him deep inside me. “Oh, god,” I murmured as he began to ride me. I grabbed my tits and opened my mouth with each thrust. I couldn’t open my eyes. It was all too much; too much stimulation.


He nearly came then. He shuddered, trying to stop himself. He brought his cock from my * and breathed for a moment, taking a short walk around the room. He turned toward me, laying still on my stomach in the middle of the floor. “Turn over,” he ordered.

I did. I lay on my back, waiting. I didn’t dare say anything; I loved being a part of his game. I loved being a part of it all. I spread my legs wide, allowing the smell of his cock to emanate throughout the dance studio. Finally, he crawled toward me; he couldn’t take it anymore. He feasted on my * once more, this time forcing his tongue hard against my clit, against my *, until I felt like I was going to go crazy. I lifted my hips into the air, feeling like I was levitating.

And then, his cock was in me, thrusting in me once more. He looked at me passionately in the eye, saying my name over and over again. “Molly, I—“

He couldn’t finish it. He continued thrusting. I brought my arms around him, cupping his head, his butt. I longed, more than anything, to have that passion continue on into the night and early morning. I never wanted anything else. As I lay beneath him, feeling such immense pleasure, I wanted to keep him. I wanted him to be mine. But I didn’t know how. So I decided to live in this moment forever. I decided not to worry about what he thought about the future; I decided not to worry about if he wanted to be a couple or not. I decided not to worry that I wouldn’t have passionate sex like this again. After all, it was so much like what my mother had said. I wouldn’t regret this, not really. It was what I wanted all along. And I had it. If only for a moment.

I felt the pleasure rising; I felt like my head was going to explode. “I’m going to cum, baby,” I murmured to him. I felt the blood rising in my body. I was going to cum. I brought my hand around his head as he thrust into me once, twice. Again. Again.

“Me too, baby.” He kissed me passionately. “Let’s do it together. Come on. Cum with me baby. Come on. I love you. Cum with me.”

My heart felt like it was going to explode. I felt my body shudder alongside his as our organism lifted us, giving us solace from the pressure that was building, building in his cock, in my *. We gasped together in the immediate moments after, looking at each other in the eyes, wide-eyed and wondering. What had just happened between us? And why was it more wonderful than anything else?