Owen

 

Sitting in the back of the huge auditorium, I watch Brooke dance. She’s unbelievably talented and that look of pure exhilaration on her face has me captivated. The way her body moves, everything so precise, like she’s done it a million times before. And hell maybe she has, I wouldn’t know. But seeing her now, I know she needs to dance.

She got up on that stage with a group of complete strangers and all but took over. Things that they had choreographed she pointed out and changed. And son of a bitch if they didn’t change it. The teacher part of her is strong, but the dancer part is powerful. I don’t know why she said she doesn’t dance for everyone, she should do nothing but dance. It’s absolutely beautiful to watch.

After they are finished, I wait for her to change. She comes bouncing out and runs at me. I catch her and lift her up. Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, she crashes her lips to mine. My hands dig into her ass as I return the kiss.

She pulls away and her smiling face is all I wanted to see. I don’t know what happened last night, but I knew she needed something. I wanted to give her that. It’s a powerful feeling knowing I did.

“Did you see me Ace? Holy shit that was the most unbelievable moment of my life. It was more than I ever imagined,” she says, squeezing my neck.

“Oh I saw you, you’re a beautiful dancer, blue eyes,” I say, kissing her soft lips.

“Thank you, Ace. Thank you for the compliment, for setting this up, for everything. It was amazing.”

Letting her slide down my body, I link my fingers with hers as we walk outside. “No need to thank me. You’re a bit of an inspiration.”

“I am?” she asks taken aback.

“Watching the love you have for dancing, it inspires me to help,” I say, unlocking the car.

“What do you mean? Help with what?” she asks, as I open her door.

I slide into the leather seat and put the key in the ignition. “Help you build a bigger dream.”

“Whoa, what?” she yells.

I laugh and reach over, squeezing her knee. “You deserve to be up on stage blue eyes, I want to help make it happen. Everyone should see you dance, so let’s make it happen.”

She’s quiet for a while. I don’t push her because I’m sure it’s a lot to take in. But I can’t just witness what I did and sit back and do nothing. I have no idea what her finances are or her connections, but I have a ton of both. I can make it happen for her, she just has to let me.

“I appreciate it Owen, I really do, but everything I have I’ve earned. So while it moves me that you would want to help me, I can’t accept,” she says, never once looking at me.

“Alright, so think about it,” I retort.

She laughs a little and shakes her head. “Entitled prick.”

“Pain in the ass.”

The rest of the ride back to her place is pretty quiet. I’m not sure where her head is, but I’m trying to think of a million ways to get her up on stage. Maybe she won’t do it, maybe her pride is too big to let me help. But I’m not an easy man to say no to, so I’ll let it soak in and revisit it another day. When I have an exact plan to show her.

Parking, I look over at her. “You want to order in or go out?”

“Oh, are we having dinner together?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yep, so in or out?”

She laughs and opens the car door. “Not like I can tell you no after today, so in.”

“You can tell me no, blue eyes. I just don’t especially like that word and I don’t hear it often,” I say, placing my hand on her lower back as we walk to the elevator.

“It doesn’t surprise me you never hear no,” she says, as we get on the elevator.

“I’m not an easy man to say no to.”

She doesn’t say anything back or anything at all until we get into her apartment. “What do you want to eat?”

Pulling out my phone, I hit a button. “I’ve got it covered.”

Walking down the hall to her bedroom, she closes the door.  I sit down and place an order at my favorite Italian restaurant. Even though they don’t deliver, when I asked they told me no problem. Like I said, I’m hard to say no to. Hanging up, I turn my phone off. No interruptions tonight.

“Let’s talk for minute, is that okay?” she asks, sitting next to me.

Turning my head, I search her bright eyes. She wants to know something. “Okay, what do you want to know?”

Breaking her eye contact she looks down at the floor. “Anything,” she whispers.

Reaching over, I rest my hand on her knee. “I’m thirty years old. I have no family, which makes traveling easier. My business is my life and until recently no woman has been able to hold my attention. My favorite color is green. I like comedies, although I rarely watch TV. My favorite food is Italian. What else?”

I can see her swallow a few times before she lifts her head to look at me. “Where’s your family?”

“It’s complicated, but it’s just me. I’m sorry I just can’t give anymore than that,” I say, squeezing her knee.

“I understand,” she replies, nodding her head.

“I’m not a very open guy, blue eyes. It’s not something I’ve ever really needed to do. Business is business, but getting personal doesn’t mix. What about you?”

Clearing her throat, she sits on the couch folding her legs under her, facing me. “I’m twenty-eight. I have no siblings, but my parents are awesome. They moved to Pennsylvania a few years ago, but I see them as often as I can. You know about my dance studio and my love of dance. I haven’t had a guy hold my attention in far too long. My favorite color is blue. I like romantic comedies and I watch a lot of TV. I like all food.”

It’s a moment. Nothing big, nothing life altering, but a moment nonetheless. We both just stare at each other for several minutes and for the first time in a long time I feel some kind of connection.

“Anything else you want to know?” I finally ask.

She stares at me for a while and I don’t rush her. I have no idea what is going through her head, but I can see some kind of confusion or maybe conflict in her mesmerizing eyes. Reaching out, she touches my chest for just a moment and smiles.

“No, nothing else, Ace.”

 

**

 

After dinner she seemed much better. I think I really threw her off when I mentioned wanting to help her. But when I see something I want, I go after it. She needs to get used to it. And right now what I want is her.

We’ve been watching TV, or she has. I’ve been watching her. The way her mouth turns up slightly on one side when she’s smiling at something. The way she pushes her hair off her neck, exposing her porcelain skin. The way her eyes light up when something interests her. She hasn’t done anything and my cock is rock hard.

“Hey, blue eyes,” I say, getting her attention.

When she looks at me, I crash my lips to hers. She immediately returns the kiss, climbing onto my lap. Deepening the kiss, I pull her hair causing her to moan. Rubbing herself against my cock, I break the kiss and pull her shirt off. Her chest is rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing, pushing her tits right against me.

Standing up, still holding onto her I ask where the bathroom is. Once inside, I sit her on the sink while I start the shower. Stepping in front of her, I pull off my shirt and jeans, never breaking eye contact. I take off her jeans next and position myself between her legs. Kissing up her neck, I nip her ear.

“I want you wet in more ways than one,” I say, taking off her bra. “I want your wet body pressed against me while your wet pussy is wrapped around my dick.”

Dropping her head back when I suck a hard nipple into my mouth, she lets out a sigh. “Oh yes,” she says, clawing at my shoulders.

I step back and drop my boxers as I rip her panties from her. Her eyes go right to my hard cock and I grin. Grabbing the condom out of my jeans, I don’t say anything while she watches me roll it on. Lifting her, she wraps her legs around me and her hands go into my hair.

I step into the shower and the hot water cascades over us. Kissing her, I move down and bite her neck that’s been driving me crazy. Sucking on her tits, the water rushing around us has me so fucking turned on. Her wet body pressed against me, my cock teasing her wet pussy.

Pushing her back against the tiled wall, I slam my cock into her. My hands are digging into her ass as I fuck her hard and deep. Her nails dig into my back as I suck on her tits.

“Fuck Owen,” she moans out, and it echoes around us.

Licking a path up her chest, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good, Brooke.”

I continue to pound her with the water spilling over us. I reach down and rub her clit, feeling her cunt tighten on me. Her eyes are closed as she drops her head onto my shoulder. She sinks her teeth into me, causing me to let out a growl. Digging my fingers harder into her with one hand, I pinch her clit with the other.

“Oh fuck, Owen I’m going to come,” she says, against my shoulder.

I’m right there with her. I can feel my legs starting to shake. Grabbing her face, I make her look at me. Her mouth is slightly parted and I move my lips to the corner of hers. “Brooke, I need to feel you come on me,” I say against her mouth.

Reaching down one last time, I slam into her and pinch her clit. That’s all it takes and she explodes around me. Roughly holding onto one side of her face, my mouth partly open against the side of hers, I continue to fuck her as her orgasm rolls on and on. Her pussy squeezes my dick and I feel my release rip through me.

“Fuck,” I breath against her mouth as I come.

Biting her lip, I begin to roughly kiss her. Both of us moaning as we ride out our orgasms. I’ll never get enough of her. Never.