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"And now you, bro, are a ballerina," Stalk teased as he watched Dave climb on his bike. He had finished his work at the club and nothing was going to stop him from rushing to his new workplace.
“This particular ballerina is very capable of breaking your nose if you don’t shut up and step out of my way,” he growled.
Not that he needed to prove his strength to his best friends, they had had years of that when they were younger. Yet, right now Stalk was the only living body literally standing between his bike and the woman he wanted to be with at this very moment without wasting another second. Stalk raised both arms in surrender.
“Alright, alright, lover boy. But never forget who you should thank for getting your ass to the date with that ballerina in the first place,” he said pointing his finger at Rage’s chest.
‘Would you ever let me forget that?” Rage snorted and without wasting another blink started his bike. Jokes like this were a common thing at the club. Stalk wouldn’t be the ace he claimed to be if he didn’t react immediately and jumped out of his way.
Good. Rage was in a hurry. A certain ballerina was waiting for him after a long happy working day.
It had taken them months to find that new purpose - a new dream. He had never seen Adel as determined as she was when she decided to start a ballet studio to teach what she loved the most – the passion for dancing.
“A perfect dream can be shared by two,” she had told him, as she asked him to help her make a business proposal to get financing.
That perfect dream had once again brought them together. Rage thought there was nothing as intimate as achieving a dream together with a loved person.
As he ran up the stairs, he could hear the melody she had been rehearsing with her group for weeks now. Every day, they could see dozens of sparkling eyes flamed with love to what they were doing. This afternoon, though, as he opened the door to the classroom he found no kids inside. Instead, he found the ballerina of his dreams – wearing a tutu made of red tulle. He had once told her about the dream that had been haunting him for many nights while they were separated. Dave's breath caught as he saw the woman from his dreams here – in the room lit in the glow of twilight dancing for him.
“Dance with me?” she asked as she circled around him, the tulle of her dress brushing against his leather pants. Her green eyes sparkled with dangerous light – he knew there was definitely something on her mind.
“Nah, I’d rather watch you,” he said. And those were the words that predicted his doom. She had definitely counted on them.
She turned him to face the wall fully covered with mirrors.
“Then watch me,” she whispered into his ear. “Watch me take care of you.”
After an elegant plié, she sank down onto the floor and grabbed his hips with both arms. Rage let out a surprised groan. In the past months, his shy ballerina had grown much more daring in their bed, but never could he imagine that she would decide to throw such a performance to greet him as he got back from his work.
Unable to tear his eyes off the mirror, he watched as her jaw rubbed over him through the rough leather. He wished she would rip the pants apart, as he was growing hard and too excited inside. Adel had also learned the art of teasing and torturing. Her tongue brushed up and down the painfully growing bulge, making delicious moans, as her pink lips touched the black leather. She looked up into his eyes and smiled wickedly.
Every cell in Rage’s body screamed at him to grab her into his arms and fuck her as hard as he could. Seeing her kneeling in front of him, playing with his cock trapped in his now-too-tight pants, feeling her arousal – everything he watched in the mirror was driving him mad with desire. Rage wanted all of that. Right now.
“I can’t wait longer, baby, you should do something, or else, I’ll have to do you,” he hardly finished his words, as she unzipped her pants and the cool air kissed his overheated cock. A moment later a warmer sensation covered him, as her warm breath puffed over his sensitive skin.
A tiny pink tongue slid out from between her sweet lips. After licking and wetting her own lips for unbearably long moments, she came closer. She licked him all the way from his painfully tight balls to the hot purple head, which was already covered with several shiny drops of pre-cum. Adel hungrily licked them and moaned enjoying his taste. Her head dropped back, letting him see the pleasured look on her face.
Rage sucked sharply through his gritted teeth. He would need all the willpower in the world to survive him.
Her icy fingers found their way to his balls, pinching them until he was hissing with delight and thrusting himself beck into her mouth. Then, she gladly took him in. Her tiny mouth looked adorable stretched widely around his manhood. To suit his girth, she had opened her lips as wide as she could and was breathing harshly with every thrust. Her tongue danced around him, covering him in her heat.
His hands moved to her head on their own accord. He ran his fingers through her soft long hair but did not dare to grab her and pull closer. His cock desperately needed it – to be buried in her mouth so deep that with every thrust he hit at her throat. Instead, he placed both hands on the cool surface of the mirror and enjoyed the torturous slow licks and suction.
All this time, it had always been about her. He never minded being the partner who loved more, but now, as she looked up at him through her hooded eyes, he could see so much care in them. His heart beat widely.
He was loved – the thought suddenly crossed his mind and Rage leaned his forehead against the cold mirror to prevent him from bursting out in tears. All the ballet and classical art were making him too soft hearted.
Feeling the change in his emotions, she intensified her action. Adel grabbed the base of his cock in one hand and started stroking him as her mouth moved up and down along him in faster movements.
She moved her free hand up her bare thigh and it slid under her skirt. Goodness, she was not wearing anything under the skirt. As her body jerked, he would only imagine the wet cinnamon depths which swallowed her fingers. She was fingering herself while sucking his cock in her mouth. Rage was about to lose his sanity.
After several thrusts, that naughty hand slid out and ran run up his chest. Dave caught it into his. He leaned and kissed her fingers. They were coated with her flavor and he licked them clean. Then, bringing her fingers to his heart, he let her feel his wild heartbeat as she sucked him. Their fingers linked on his heart, she kneeling in front of him in her red tutu – Rage now was sure he had died and was sent to heaven.
The warm hungry mouth around him suddenly pulled away and he popped out of that blessed warmth with loud wet sound. Rage opened his mouth to protest, but again he was not given any moment to do that. She turned his body so that he was leaning against the mirror with his back and hopped on him.
With arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, she looked into his eyes as she licked her lips before speaking.
“And now we are going for the ride of our lives,” she whispered into his mouth. Rage swallowed her sweet breath and caught her in a deep kiss.
Securely supporting her weight holding her under her buttocks, he felt her wet heated pussy brush against his head. With him holding the balance, she was free to dance on his body. Her breasts, trapped in the red tank top, rubbed against his leather cut, her ankles sank into his butt. With the music still playing, Adel easily moved under the tune, making sure to hit and rub all the right spots on their bodies.
The mirror on the opposite wall showed him a beautiful couple engaged in an energetic bold dance and passion – they were dancing after all. And that was the most beautiful thing Dave ‘Rage' Carter had ever seen in his life.
She slowly pushed him in never tearing away her eyes. Their bodies became one again – a sensation, that was so familiar and natural now. As they lost themselves in the long passionate dance, giving and taking control of their join bodies, kissing and sharing all of those blazing sensations, as a strange thought crossed Rage's mind.
For the first time in many years, he had learned to be happy and he could he could see the same happiness in her eyes. Happiness that was not clouded by fears of failure and disappointments of past mistakes. They were simply happy. Dave kissed her tenderly. A biker and a ballerina, he remembered Stalk teasing him, that’s fucking epic, my man!