Page 51 of Love is Strange
Hours pass with the song on replay before I call it quits. Sweat coats my bare skin, soaking into the black leotard I seem to have grown attached to. Walking over to the phone dock, I take my phone off and see a text from Dan.
Dan: Oh, yeah? I love when you spoil me.
I smile.
I guess starting at the roots is exactly what I need to do.
E I G H T
I’m gettingready to leave the school, packing my stuff into the gym bag I carry with me. I decided to shower here instead of at home, that way I could just get ready as soon as I got there. It's only seven and the reservation I made is for eight thirty. Stepping out of my office, I lock it behind me, feeling excited to go on a date with my husband. We’ve both been busy as of late and I think this will be good for us—for me.
As soon as I turn around, I walk right into a dark figure, causing me to drop everything in my hands and screech. My hands fly up and swat at whoever it is, but firm hands grab mine and pull me close.
“Whoa there, Pretty Dancer, why so scared?” His voice coats my entire body like honey, hitting a sweet spot it shouldn’t.
“What the hell are you doing here so late?”
“I could ask you the same.” He replies, taking a step back and watching me pick up my belongings. “I’m here because I missed you today. Drove by and saw your car, decided to stop in and see what kind of shit you were getting into.”
I sigh, “Shit?Believe or it or not Ryan, I don’t get intoshit.” I make sure to pronounce the word as clearly as possible. If I can put up a defense and keep it up, it will be easy to keep him out.
I go to walk around him, but he grabs my elbow and pulls me into his body. My chest is flush against his. There is no barrier, no protection, no stopping what he does next. Ryan leans down and kisses me, all while my body is frozen in time, allowing this adulterous act to happen. My lips tingle then burn like they are on fire. Soon, it spreads through the rest me as if I’m inside an inferno, burning alive in the most beautiful way. I drop everything in my hands and lose all control. My hands fist in his hair, trying to find the roots so they can mold to them.
A low growl comes from Ryan, vibrating my mouth and traveling through my nerve endings, completely encapsulating me in the flames that burn inside of me.
This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. But it feels so damn right. So, so right.
Ryan walks backward until my back is against the wall. His hands start to work my clothes off, starting with my tank top and then slowly sliding down until my sweatpants fall to the floor. He pulls away from me for a split second to rip his shirt off and toss it to the side. I take this moment to look at him and damn near fall over. He is built for his age, muscles on display like he should be inside of a museum for all to see. He smirks when he sees me looking at him the way I am. Without hesitation, his lips are on mine again.
I can hear his belt being undone and then the familiar sound of a zipper. My head spins with the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. Both are yelling at me, screaming at the top of their lungs, telling me to stop. Because even the devil knows I'm fucking up big time. I gasp when I feel his fingers slide into my panties and between my legs.
“Well, damn, Pretty Dancer.” He whispers against my neck, “I knew you had a thing for me, but this just further proves it.”
Before I can respond, he slides his fingers inside of me, taking me by surprise. My nails dig into his back, attempting to find something to keep me grounded because gravity has disappeared and I’m floating on the clouds of something euphoric I’ve never felt before.
Ryan uses his other hand to slip my panties down. The soft fabric slides down my legs and pool at my feet with the rest of my clothes. I’m fully naked in front this kid. Completely on display for him to see and as embarrassed as I should be, I feel completely confident. He pulls his fingers out of me then slips them into his mouth, letting out a soft moan as he licks them clean.
“You taste like sin.” He says, his voice filled with desire. His remark breaks my heart, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. Ryan bends down and grabs me behind my knees, lifting me up and then wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel his erection against my bare ass before he grabs himself. Looking down, I see him position himself. I want to protest. I want to stop this. I want to slap him and scream for help but when he pushes inside of me, all I can do is lean my head against the wall and moan.
“Oh, God.” I let out a shuddering breath which causes him to push inside of me harder.
“Oh, Pretty Dancer.” Ryan growls, “So sweet, and so dirty.”
He pulls out of me slowly, then plunges back in, creating his own agonizingly pleasurable rhythm. He runs his hands up my arms, lacing his fingers with mine before he pins my arms to wall. He still himself, looking down. Then he slowly pulls out, slowly goes back in, watching himself fuck me. When he looks up, my eyes meet his. For a split second I think I see regret cross his face, but it’s quickly replaced with a devious smirk. It’s at this moment he stops torturing us with his sloth like movements and begins to really fuck me. Pushing harder and faster with each thrust. My back hits the wall, the sound echoing through the empty dance hall.
Ryan lets go of my hands, then grabs my thighs, using my weight to help him push inside of me harder than before. The smells of cinnamon, cigarettes, and sex fill the air around us and the only sounds heard are the moans and heavy breathing coming from both of us. I release my hold on his shoulders with one of my hands, sliding it down to my swollen bud and start to rub it. He leans back just enough to give me the space to do so while he watches both of us pleasure me.
He picks up the pace when my eyes close and my hand moves faster. I’m so close, I can feel that familiar build in the pit of stomach. I move my hand faster, pressing down harder until it almost fucking hurts and then it happens. I come. Hard. An explosion of stars and lights and lust and sin happen right in front of me.
Ryan kisses me as he quickens his speed, not letting up as the waves of pleasure rip through me, making my orgasm intense and so fucking amazing. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down gently, and all too soon, he slows down, letting out bated breaths until finally, he stops completely.
He lets go of my lip, putting his forehead on mine. My eyes are closed, I can't see him. I can't look at him. It's happening. Regret, anger, guilt, sadness. They’re all swelling up inside of me, threatening to consume my entire being.
Ryan pulls out of me, then zips his pants. I drop to the floor, avoiding his gaze and trying to dress myself as quickly as I can. Oh my God! My chest tightens as heartbreak overwhelms me.
Ryan bends down and hands me my tank top, then gently put his finger under my chin, lifting my face until my eyes meet his. He smiles, wiping the sweat from my upper lip.
“Dirty little Dancer. We'll keep this our little secret.” He whispers, giving me an innocent wink.
