My family’s expectations.
The pressure of proving I’m enough. That I’m capable.
It all fades and my mind goes totally quiet for the first time in years.
I don’t look at Jayce, but I know he’s there, watching me. Silently supporting me and giving me things I don’t even realize I need. Gratitude fills me. I don’t think I could fully explain what this means to me. Whathe’s starting to mean to me. I’m falling for him. I told myself I wouldn’t, but how could I not when he’s this incredible to me?
I know this isn’t forever and that he’s just doing this out of kindness, friendship, and because he’s just… good.
I know all that, but it doesn’t change my feelings for him.
When I finally glance toward him, he hasn’t moved an inch.
He’s still sitting on the bench, elbows braced on his knees, hands loosely clasped. His gaze follows me, but he doesn’t interrupt. Just watches me, as if I’m something fascinating. His dark blue eyes are intent and his expression focused. At this moment, I feel like I’m the only thing that matters to him. Nothing else in the world exists but me, and that feeling is thrilling.
I keep going until my muscles burn and sweat slicks my back. When the music fades, I slow to a stop, breath coming fast and my heart pounding hard and steady.
I stand there for a moment, hands on my thighs, catching my breath, smiling.
God, that felt fantastic. I didn’t realize just how much I missed dance… I mean, I knew I missed it, but I didn’tunderstand how vital it was to me. Or, maybe I did, but I blocked it from my mind so I could live without it.
I look up and meet Jayce’s gaze. Without a word, I cross to him. He sits back and I straddle his lap and grip his shoulders. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me against him.
Pressing my forehead to his, I close my eyes and whisper, “Thank you. You gave me back a piece of myself.”
“You’re welcome,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers along my cheek.
I lower my mouth to his and kiss him. He opens his mouth beneath mine and lets me set the pace. It’s slow and gentle at first as I try to show him just how grateful I am through this small contact, but within moments, I realize it’s not enough. I deepen the kiss and drag one hand down his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his chest and abs beneath his shirt. Fuck, I love his body. He’s so strong and solid.
I move my hand lower until I reach the top of his pants. When I start to undo his belt buckle, he pulls back, breaking our kiss.
“This wasn’t supposed to be about me,” he mutters, but I can see the excitement simmering in his gaze when he looks up at me.
I shake my head and reply in a steady voice, “Please. Let me.”
For a moment, we just stare at each other, the tension between us thickening. When he finally nods, I grin and slide off his lap, going to my knees between his legs. I look up at him and undo his belt, then unbutton his pants. He lifts his hips and lets me pull his pants and underwear down his thighs, releasing his cock.
He’s already hard and leaking precum. Licking my lips, I wrap one hand around his base and stroke. Jayce groans and I grin. Slowly, I drag my tongue across the tip, teasing him a bit. He tastes salty and I want more. His thighs tense around meand his reaction makes me fucking giddy. Being able to make this beast of a man tremble with just a few touches is oddly intoxicating.
Parting my lips, I suck the head of his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, Sut,” he hisses, laying a hand on top of my head. He doesn’t put any pressure on me, though. Doesn’t try to take control. He’s letting me have this for the moment, though how long he’ll be able to hold back, I have no idea.
Pressing my tongue to the underside of his shaft, I lower myself onto him, taking him deep into my mouth. He’s getting so hard and thick, I have to stretch my jaw to accommodate him. I start to bob my head, sucking him and taking more and more of him into my mouth until I’m balls deep.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Just like that, baby. That feels so fucking good.”
I suck harder, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. I want him to know just how much I feel for him, even if I’m not able to put it into words.
His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag before relaxing and taking him even deeper. He’s so rock hard and thick, it takes me a few more attempts before I’m able to suck him into my throat.
“Shit!” he exclaims, his fingers clutching the back of my head tighter. I can tell he’s barely restraining himself from taking over, and I kind of want to see what happens when I push him over the edge, so I reach up with my hand and cup his balls. I lick and suck as I massage his sack, and it’s only a few moments before he lets out a feral growl and grasps my head with both hands. He holds me still as he begins pumping his hips, thrusting into my mouth. I gag again, tears forming in my eyes and drool running down my chin.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Your mouth feels so good. So hot and wet. I’m going to cum so hard, baby. You’re going to take it for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna suck this big dick dry.”
I hum and try to nod, but his grip on me is tight, though not painful. He seems to know what I’m trying to say, though.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re going to take it all like a good girl. My good girl. Take all that hot cum.”
