Pulling back, I can see the liquid fire burning in his eyes. “I need to see if your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips.”

  His dirty words stoke the thunderous flames already consuming my body. Miles is so uncensored when it comes to sex, he talks openly. No one I’ve been with has done that, but I find it drives me crazy. The great, orgasmic kind of crazy.

  Miles slithers his giant body down mine, and when he gets to the apex of my thighs, he rids me of my panties and hooks his mighty arms over my hips. They dwarf my body, and it’s like Miles has hijacked the bottom half of me. My anatomy betrays me, slick for him, belonging to him now.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He stares at my wet folds, drawing his pointer finger down over my sensitive nub, down the moist slit.

  “So wet for me.” He trains his eyes on mine as his tongue darts out to lap at me. I shudder, the flames licking up my spine, goosebumps dotting my skin. “God, you taste like sugar. Like heaven. I could come just from licking your fucking sweet pussy.”

  His filthy statements make me shudder in pleasure, and I feel my walls clench as he inserts one finger inside me. He’s rewarded with a moan and a gush of wetness from my core, and he makes an appreciative growl. My head is spinning from the intensity, and I need him inside of me so badly that I think I might be drooling and suffocating at the same time.

  “Miles…” I moan as he works me over, plunging his fingers into me as he sucks on my swollen clit. “Now…please.”

  “What’s that? You can’t take how good I’m eating your sweet juices?”

  I writhe on the bed as he strokes the spot at the front of my wall, relishing in the bliss singeing my veins. “I want you now…please.”

  Miles pauses, his mouth mocking in a wolfish grin. He pounces onto me, reaching for the bedside table as I remove the rest of my clothing. “I’ll make sure to use one of these this time.”

  He stands up after retrieving the condom and pushes his shorts down his hips. I can’t help but stare as he frees himself, hypnotized by his engorged cock. How had that thing fit inside me? He’s huge, easily twice as big as any guy I’ve ever been with. Miles strokes himself, reveling in the attention I’m giving him. He’s so unabashedly bold, so dirty, yet I love it.

  He climbs back onto the bed, rolling the plastic over his length. He pulls my body down to his, positioning me exactly how he wants me. Then he’s pushing into me, his big tool spreading my walls wide open.

  “Yes…” Miles hisses and drops his forehead to mine, both of our bodies shaking in time with each other. He grinds his pelvis against mine while he’s lodged deep inside me, sending spikes of pleasure through my core as he hits my clit.

  “Do you know how fucking perfect you feel? So tight for me, Chloe.”

  Miles begins to move, pulling his cock out to the tip and then driving back in, sending seismic waves through my system. I’m so close as he rocks in and out of me, I feel the vibrations of an oncoming orgasm all the way down to my pores.

  And then he pulls out, flipping me over before I can comprehend that I’m on my stomach. Miles pulls my waist up, spreads my legs and drives straight into me, bringing a screaming moan out of my throat.

  “That’s it, princess. Scream for me. I know you’re right there. Come for me, come on my cock.”

  I’m blind with pleasure now, the only thing my body computes is the need for release. Miles wrenches my hips hard back onto him in rhythmic, driving motions, and I’m arching up into every slapping thrust. I could be shouting for all I know now, but I can’t hear a thing. My ears are ringing, every ounce of my concentration focused on the mind-numbing bliss about to crash in waves over my body.

  Then I’m coming, so hard that I fist my hands in his sheets, clawing at them like the orgasm is clawing at my insides. Miles feels me tighten like a fist around him, and he starts bucking wildly, curses ripping through the air.

  “Fuck!” He stills, pouring himself into the condom, and I can feel the veins around his cock rippling with his release.

  He collapses on top of me, both of us sated and sweaty, breathing hard.

  I’m in so much trouble. Because…I will do this again and again, despite the fact that he can’t promise me a thing.

  15

  Chloe

  The humid air is sticking to my skin, the fog machine casting weird patterns on the wall. The flat ballet skirt I wore stuck to my thighs as I attempted to move across the party, my crown jamming into my head when someone bops me on the head from above.

  “Why did the boys insist on coming to this Halloween party? I can barely move!”

  Minka and I are making my way across a house that would usually be considered enormous. But with this many drunk college students packed in, it was like a horny sardine can. I just held onto her tight, and tried to follow her spots through the crowd. She and Owen had come as Perdita and Pongo from 101 Dalmatians. You couldn’t miss her spots from a mile away.

  Finally, we broke through, getting a fresh burst of air as we stumbled out the back door and onto the giant deck tacked onto the back of the house.

  “Oh-ho, no way. Didn’t anyone tell you you’re supposed to dress up as something for Halloween, not come as you actually are?”

  I turned to see Miles standing against the railing, looking devastatingly handsome in a three-piece suit, his blonde hair completely slicked back.

  I smiled, looking down at my princess costume. “Apparently no one told you that. You know, since you came as a rich asshole.”

  Minka and Owen break out in a fit of giggles at my sudden brashness.

  “Well, well. Look who found a sense of humor while she was left in her castle. Did you practice on the dragon keeping you there?”

  “Very funny. Seriously, who are you supposed to be?”

  Miles reached inside his jacket, retrieving a little toy water gun and shooting it in his mouth. “Bond. James Bond. With tequila.”

  I laugh as he grimaces from the aftertaste of the alcohol. We’ve been doing this since we slept together last week. Flirting, sniffing around each other. I know I promised myself I wouldn’t do this, but he’s making it so hard. Twice he’s maddest with me full-on in our rehearsals, and I’ve cut it off when I can force enough sense in my head.

  But tonight? With it being All Hallow’s Eve and him looking like that? I’m not responsible for my actions.

  “So, princess. You got a prince tonight? Or has no one been trekking to the keg for you?”

  “A keg? That’s not fit for a princess. Although a cranberry and vodka I’ll take.” I wink at him. I feel very bold tonight. After all, I’m not myself.

  “Coming right up.” He pulls a James Bond move and disappears back into the house.

  “What the heck is going on with you guys?” Minka eyes me, the spot over her eye making her look more exotic than ever. If that was even possible.

  “I’m not sure. We are just, doing whatever comes.”

  “Whatever comes, huh?” Owen snorts, and Minks hits him.

  Miles moves back in with my drink, and I sip on it for something to do. We all stand there, Minka and Owen flirting quietly with each other, Miles smiling at me and alternately looking around the party.

  “So, do you want to dance?” He offers his arm to me.

  “Hm, for some reason, I think we might be good at this, together. I’m not sure why I have that feeling.” I tap my finger on my chin.

  “Come on, spoiled princess.” He grabs my hand and puts his other arm on the small of my back.

  Walking through the party like this, people can’t help but stare. Miles is so tall, and such a powerful force on campus, that people stare at anything he does. The fact that he’s parading his dance partner around a party, I’m sure this is only going to the fuel the “who’s hooking up with who” rumors from the show.

  But right now, I don’t care at all. All I care about are the tingles spreading up my back, the main source of which are coming from Miles’s warm, large hand spread over it. He ushers me into the house and into the living room, where a huge makeshift DJ setup covers the entire front wall.

  Miles grabs my hips and turns me around, pulling my back to his front. The hip-hop beat blares over our heads, spreading and infusing everyone around us with energy and rhythm. He picks up the slower undertone in the music and snakes his fingers up my body, tickling from my hips to my ribcage and back again.

  I turn my head so that my cheek rests on one of his chiseled pecs, my eyes turned up to look into his face that is bent over mine. We body roll to the beat, our entire forms in tune with the other.

  His exotic eyes gleam in the glow of the black light shining on us, and I can’t help but notice the hot desire burning in his orbs. I know what he feels, because I’m pretty sure my eyes are mirroring the same thing.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers in my ear, nibbling on the lobe. Shivers work their way down my skin, collecting and pooling low in my sex.

  I shove back further onto his cock, feeling the rigid form outlined in his suit pants. I turn around, pushing his jacket off his shoulders until he throws it across the room, never to be found again.

  “Miles! Wasn’t that expensive?” I giggle as the song changes to an upbeat pop song.

  “I don’t care.” He growls, diving in to lick at my neck as he winds his long arms around me, pulling me as close as our bodies can get.

  My body flushes from hot to cold and back again, his hands roaming my back and butt, toying with the layers of my tutu. I reach for the tie he’s wearing, pulling on it as I dip myself back, his hands roaming my cleavage. I’m so turned on that I don’t even care who’s watching, that there is a room full of people around us.

  “Come with me.” Miles drags me with him, almost hauling me off my feet as he finds the stairs in this mansion and flying up them. When we come to the first doorway, he pushes in, and we’re greeted by dark silence.

  Miles pins me up against the door, the move making me wetter than I already am, my nipples beading to hard, hot buds. He bites at my neck, suckling and drawing deep moans from my throat.

  “What if someone comes in?” I gasp as he starts drawing my tutu down, rolling the tights from my hips.

  “Aw, come on, princess. Live a little. Doesn’t this turn you on?”

  I don’t know how he knew it, but he did. This did turn me on. The thrill that someone could hear us, someone could come in.

  His fingers inch my tights down, and I want to scream at him to hurry up. I am sweating, burning up, and Miles’s curls descend to my nipples, stinking out so distinctly across my pink tank top. When his wet, hot saliva hits the material, I groan, the sensation almost too much for me to take.

  “You taste amazing, even like this.” His words made me even hotter.

  And then he shoves his big hand inside my tiny thong, searching until he found the bundle of nerves that blew me to smithereens. I wiggled against the door as he rubbed my throbbing clit, trying to chase the stars bursting in front of my eyes.

  “Miles. Now.” I needed him.

  He straightened, grabbing his wallet and fishing out a condom.

  “Did you know this would happen?” I smiled, still in a hazy comatose state.

  “I never assume anything when I’m with you. You make me act like a crazy person. I had to come prepared.”

  He unzips his fly, pulling his large cock out through the zipper opening, leaving the rest of his pants buttoned. It turned me on even more, this dirty way he positioned himself. He rolls the plastic on, pinching the tip in a way that makes my clit throb harder.

  “Get on the bed.”

  I saunter to the bed.

  “Lay back.”

  I lay back, spreading my legs for him. I’m so wet and hot that just that motion makes me hurdle towards the edge of orgasm. Miles moves over me, nudging my thighs open more with his giant limbs. His shirt hangs open on his shoulders, the leathery expanse of his chest rubbing against the material of my tank top.

  “Look at me.” He grunts, and thrust into me in one, smooth motion.

  I keep my eyes locked on him as I let out a breathy yelp, adjusting to his massive size. Everything about Miles is bigger than life, and it's the same deal in the sex department.

  “God, Chloe. You feel amazing.” He pulls almost all the way out, and slams in again, making my whimper.

  I am so close to the edge that I can practically taste the orgasm about to grip me by the spine.

  “Miles…”

  “Yes, say my name.”

  Miles begins to really move, and I know we aren’t being quiet anymore. Thank god for the pounding speakers downstairs. He’s cursing and pinning my hands back, and I can’t help the loud moans escaping my throat.

  It only takes a minute before I’m exploding, the orgasm rolling down my neck and back in waves.

  “FUCK.” Miles slams into me, holding himself there while he comes. I watch the euphoria light up his face, the way he tenses but completely relaxes all at once. He collapses on me, both of us filling our lungs with air and clutching each other.

  “Well…” He’s breathing heavy when he lifts up and smiles at me. “Happy Halloween.”

  16

  Miles

  She moves slowly, wafting through the air like a delicate flower on the breeze. Her presence is everywhere, all around me, making the air smell with her scent, all of the light in the room emanates from her being. Her long mane of black silk sways as she goes, loose and cascading down her back like a waterfall. She exudes elegance, her slim figure twirling intricately across the shiny wood floor.

  Chloe is an angel, sent down by the God's with the sole purpose of dancing. We're in the middle of the Dancing with the Greeks ballroom floor, having just stepped on to perform our dance, and I can't tear my eyes away from her. I think I may have forgotten the entire routine.

  But when she gets to me, finally touching my arm, its like she infects me with her energy, and I grab her, taking her body into our first of several lifts in this dance.

  We have a freestyle this week, and because our other two dances both encompassed emotions like sex and silliness, Chloe thought it would be a good idea to get emotional for this one. Which of course I'd had a bitch of time at doing. I wasn't even good at acting emotionally in real life, and now she was asking me to pretend? To play a part?

  Practice on Saturday had been a mixture of her trying to teach me some ballet acting, loosen me up to really pour my heart into the dance, and me inappropriately touching her and pinning her to the wall while I trailed kisses down her neck.

  Chloe runs from me suddenly, her play acting at being in this tumultuous love affair she wants us acting out in this performance. I play along, running as elegantly as I possibly can — which makes me look mostly like a drunk elephant — and throwing my arms around her, cradling her back to me.

  She wanted us to dance as if we were playing two people at the end of a relationship. Two people too scared to let go but only hurting each other more by staying. I tried not to look into that too much. I know I told her I couldn't promise her anything, and I was really hoping we could keep this arrangement going. Because I really liked the benefits.

  And I actually liked Chloe. Despite my earlier impression of her, she wasn't all that high-maintenance. She was smart and soft-spoken, and she was just overall really nice. The fact that she was sexy as fuck also didn't hurt.

  She pushed me back before falling, and I caught her under the arms at the last second, swinging her around before throwing her high into the air, where she twisted around to face me and I caught her by the waist. As I slid her slowly down my body with all the control I could muster, I saw a spark in her eyes. She'd been damn nervous about that lift, balking at least half a dozen times in practice on Saturday. Now that it was over and we'd done it flawlessly, I could see just from her lilac orbs that she was pumped.

  We grabbed each other's necks with just one hand each, moving around one and other in close circles. And finally, we stopped, sinking to our knees, hands still pulling on each other's necks, and finished the performance staring into each other's eyes with one lone spotlight trained on us.

  Then the room faded to black. And the audience exploded.

  "WOW! What a fantastic performance. Let's hear from our judges!" Brooke Sayers came out to join us on the floor, and laid a firm grip to my right bicep, lingering there just a second too long. Ever since I'd left her at the first after-show party. I moved out of her grasp, cradling Chloe to my chest. I placed one hand on her hip, the other hooked gently around her shoulders. I ran my thumb back and forth on her collarbone, and when I felt her butt clench at the caress, all the blood in my body drained into my dick.

  Janglit, the sloppy sociology professor, started the talk. "I study social behavior. I observe people and how they interact. While the dance was technically good, I have to say, I wasn't convinced. Chloe, you are as good as they come. You are a prodigy, a star. You can play the part as well, which will take you far. But Miles, I could see through you. You looked like you were acting, instead of embodying the emotions."

  Fuck. Merilee and Vittle echo his sentiments. "Do you want to leave her? Do you love her enough to leave her, to let her live a whole and fulfilling life? I just didn't feel it."

  We end up with three eights, our lowest scores yet, and I'm pissed. I'm not a fucking actor and I'm not a fucking dancer either. I'm a goddamn ballplayer.

  I say this to Chloe when we enter the classroom that serves as our dressing room.

  "I know that. But we rehearsed this over and over. I just...is it hard for you to show emotion? I mean, I know you're not the most open person, but that dance, it was heartbreaking. You didn't feel that?

  I shrug, not really understanding what she's getting so dramatic about. "Not really..."