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I press her against the nearest wall, mouthing hungrily at the open crook of her neck. “Don't challenge me. I always keep my promises.”
“D-don't leave any marks,” she says hastily. And then, “At least, not anywhere people can see.”
I fight against the growl rising from my chest, my cock straining against the confines of my pants. “You didn’t have a problem with that the first time.”
“It’s different… I’ll be wearing slightly more revealing outfits for the Nutcracker. I can’t have hickeys on display…”
“Not anywhere people can see? I guess I can do that—”
“Leo—”
“But I don't want to.”
I dive in despite her little gasp of protest, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on her pearly skin. The sight of it sends me into a feral tailspin. I want all the other dancers to know I was here, touching, kissing, worshiping every inch of her body. I savor her sweet little moans and whimpers, committing them to memory as I gather her wrists and pin them above her head. I slide my free hand beneath the fabric of her shirt, marveling once more at how soft and toned she is.
“Let me hear you, Nikita. I want the whole building to know who's making you feel this way.”
She sighs my name as I set her down. The moment her feet touch the floor, I drop to my knees with her waist gripped tight in my hands. I press forward, mouthing ferociously at her, savoring the scent of her need and the warmth of her thighs. Nikita's knees shake, her breath coming out a shudder.
“L-Leo, I—”
“I want to taste you again,” I say as I yank her clothes down to expose the soft lace of her underwear. Nikita's hands fly to my hair as I continue to tease her through her clothes.
“Just take it off,” she pants, trying to shimmy out of her panties for me. “Here, just—”
I take her hands, forcing her to still. I peer up at her, adamant and steadfast. “I need you to listen very carefully, Nikita, because I'm only going to say this once.”
“W-what is it?”
I lick my lips, happy to drown in her scent of peaches and cherry blossom. “I'm not one to rush. The only way I find true satisfaction is if I make you come. I’m sure you remember how things went the first time. It’s how it’s going to go this second time around, as well. And the third and the many other times that will follow.”
Her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink. “Then make me come.”
“No, you don't get it. Tonight… It’s different. It's not just about bringing you pleasure. What I want is to see you unravel. Make you desperate. I'm going to make you come so many times tonight it’ll bring you to tears. And just when you can't take it anymore,thenI'll think about fucking you.”
Nikita is quiet for a moment, staring at me with wide eyes. I'm a little worried I might have freaked her out. Lovers in my past have described me as intense. Too much. It's one of the main reasons I’ve resigned myself to being alone for so long.
But Nikita doesn't look afraid. If anything, she seems intrigued. I guess I’ve rubbed off on her, already.
“ Well, at least I know for a fact that you're not all talk,” she says with a soft laugh.
“If it sounds like too much for you…”
Nikita cups my face in her palms, the hallway light overhead casting her in an almost heavenly glow. “Do your worst, handsome.”
My mouth waters. I thank my lucky stars I pulled over that night; otherwise I would have passed her by and been none the wiser.
I brush her panties aside and stare at her with unbound reverence. She's gorgeous, the soft lips of her pussy glistening with want. I grip her hips and hold her steady as I lick and tease, savoring her sweet taste and lick her folds with my tongue. I draw tight circles against her clit, slow and deliberate movements that make her breath hitch and her body tremble with pleasure.
There's nothing more intoxicating than the sound of her languid moans and the way her hips buck and roll against my mouth, seeking more of that sweet friction. Nikita is a sight to behold, especially now that I've sucked hard kisses and left bite marks between her thighs. Perfectly hidden and out of sight, just like she wanted—but not for long. Not if I have anything to say about it.
I can tell she's getting close by the way she grips my hair at the roots and throws her head back, her mouth open to pant and whine. Her moans are a siren's song, luring me to my welcome demise. Nikita screams my name when she comes, her voice ringing out loudly against the walls of the hallway. I lick my lips clean. I'm nowhere near close to done.
Before she has the chance to protest, I throw her over my shoulder and carry her down the hall toward my bedroom, yanking off her panties to abandon them to the floor.
“Leo, where—”
I clap her on the ass, relishing the way she yelps and then giggles. Her heady delirium is contagious. “Just wait and see.”
