The Yeah, Baby Series Volume 2(9)

My heart was racing and my cock was hard and aching. I glanced around, confirming the empty halls. It was after ten and the place was pretty much deserted since the season hadn't yet begun. I stepped inside the room and closed the door behind me with a soft click. Juliette had made her way to the sound system and was searching through her iPhone intently. Between her focus and the music, she didn't hear my entry. One wall of the studio was windows, looking out into the hallways of the building. But, there was a button by the light switch that lowered shades for privacy and I pushed it before striding over to her.

The movement finally caught her attention and she spun around in surprise, losing her balance and tipping right into my arms. Perfect. I grinned at her for a moment before claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. The flavor of her kisses were as addictive as the taste of her pussy.

That thought spurred my body into action and I palmed both butt cheeks, lifting her until her legs wrapped around my waist. I could feel the heat of her sex burning through the thin layer of my scrubs and her leotard. Leotard. Fuck. That thing was like a fucking chastity belt. Luckily, I happened to know Juliette had plenty of others, so I felt zero remorse when I slid my hand between us and ripped a hole through the stretchy fabric, as well as her tights.

She gasped and reared back, glaring at me. "Declan!" Her eyes darted around nervously.

"Relax, baby," I purred. "Even if this place wasn't deserted, no one can see us, or hear us over the music."   





 

"But, my clothes-"

"Yeah," I grumbled. "We're going to need to do something about those. I need easy access."

She sputtered as I pivoted and walked over to the wall sporting the ballet barre. I set her down right in front of it and turned her to face the mirror. Her skin was flushed and she looked like she'd been thoroughly kissed. I placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shuddered and moaned, amplifying my need.

"Hold onto the barre, baby," I whispered, then waited for her to grip it tight. Giving a little squeeze of her hips, I encouraged her to go up onto the toes of her slippers. It put her at just the right height for my cock to nestle into the crack of her ass. Her cheeks were round and firm, pressing against me in the most delicious form of torture. I needed her.

Slipping a hand under one leg, I lifted it and straightened it out so it rested on the barre, opening her up. I loved how flexible she was, it made our sextivities a lot more adventurous.

Keeping one hand on her hip to help steady her, I brought the other around to her front and dipped it into the wide, round neckline of her body suit to play with one of her hard nipples. I twisted and plucked it, enjoying her moans and the way her firm little ass pressed even harder against my dick. Watching her face in the mirror, her violet eyes cloudy with passion, had me on the verge of coming.

After showing both tits equal attention, my hand traveled down, caressing her stomach, then onto the tear in her outfit. I dragged my index finger through her pussy lips and lifted it to show her the glistening digit.

"You're so wet, Jules. Fucking soaked. I love how much I turn you on." I sucked my finger clean and groaned, "You taste so damn good, baby."

Lust roared through my body and I couldn't wait any longer. I practically tore my scrubs trying to extricate my cock, then used my free hand to line him up and thrust hard and deep into her drenched pussy.

"Keep holding the barre, Juliette, and lock your knee, so it doesn't buckle." With both hands on her hips, I drove into her over and over, staring at the picture we made in the floor to ceiling reflective glass.

Juliette cried out with each plunge inside her and her head dropped back, her eyes closed. "Open your eyes, baby," I demanded softly. "I want you to see what we look like, how perfect we are together. Let me see your beautiful eyes while I fuck you from behind. I want to see you come in this position."

She dragged her lids up and met my gaze, fire swirling in their depths. "I want," she panted, "to see you too."

"You will, baby," I grunted. "But first, I'm going to make you come so fucking hard. Starting tonight, I get you all to myself for a week and I'm going to make sure you feel me every time you move when the week is over."

My words sent her skyrocketing up, reaching for her orgasm, and her eyes began to close. I released one hip and slapped her ass before I growled, "Eyes!"

They flung open and I bent my knees for a deeper angle, reaching around to pinch her clit. She screamed my name as she shattered and her walls squeezed my cock in a death grip, milking my orgasm along with hers. I shuddered violently, dizzy with the force of it. But, I held tight to her, keeping her steady and safe.

When both our bodies were nearer to calm, I righted our clothes, well as best I could for her, and swept her up into my arms. I strode over and set her on the table while I hefted her small duffle bag up off the ground and set it next to her.

Unzipping it, I pulled out sweat pants and a hoodie, then helped her into them while she stared dreamily at me with a loopy smile. I shook my head and chuckled. "You're fucking adorable, you know that?"

She grinned, shut off the sound system, and hopped off the table to fling her arms around my neck and kiss me. I was tempted to go for round two, but I wanted to get my girls home. I had a sneaking suspicion Juliette had forgotten to eat. She was pretty good about it, but sometimes she got caught up in her work and didn't remember food.

"Let's get home, baby. Then you can ravish me all you want." The sweet sound of her laughter echoed in the room and warmed every inch of me. I unwound her arms and drew one around my waist as I draped mine over her shoulders. I grabbed the duffle and we headed for the door. After unlocking it, we stepped into the hall and started for the exit.

The room next door was open and a woman with black hair and striking green eyes was just shutting off the light and closing the door. She looked us over, her darkly painted lips twisting as though she'd been sucking on lemons.   





 

Both women paused and I glanced down at Juliette. Her spine was ram-rod straight, and her chin raised stubbornly, but she was blushing fire-engine red and I had to stifle a laugh at the sight.

"Juliette," the woman greeted stiffly.

"Hello, Irina," Juliette responded in kind. "Have a pleasant evening." Then she gripped my waist tighter and urged me forward. We walked out into the night, relatively quiet for New York, but then Lincoln Center wasn't a place for nightlife in the off season. I cuddled Juliette close as we took the red line to our apartment in Chelsea. Then I spent the night working on my goal to brand her body and make sure there was no question who she belonged to.

***

"Fucking hell," I breathed, completely stunned. Much to my delight, Juliette wasn't very traditional and had allowed me to accompany her to help pick out a wedding dress.

She'd tried on four dresses and as she walked out of the dressing room in the fifth, I was blown away. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. Well, actually, it did hurt because my groin was stiff and ready for me to rip the dress right off of her.

It was strapless, the top made of a rich, black velvet, made up of diagonal folds all the way around. It hugged her breasts and with the dipped neckline, it gave her sexy as fuck cleavage. A wide, satiny black sash settled just above her bump with a matching flower attached at the right side. My eyes continued downward, following an airy, flowing, white fabric all the way to the floor. Doing a second perusal back up, I went all the way to her head where she'd put on a headband that mirrored the sash, with white netting covering a portion of her face.

"Do you like it?" she asked hesitantly. "I know it's not the traditional all white, but-l-"

I stood and swiftly approached her, pulling her into my arms and kissed her senseless. "It's perfect," I whispered when I pulled away. "Now go change before I accidentally rip it while I fuck you in the dressing room."

Her skin turned a charming shade of pink but her eyes flared with desire. It took all of my strength to turn her around and urge her back into the dressing room with a light smack on her ass.

I sat down to wait, more than ready to get my girl home and in bed. Although, we had one more stop to make, the stop I'd earned in the bargain when she convinced me to participate in all of the wedding prep over the week we had off together. Juliette was a no-nonsense kind of woman and she'd been quick and decisive with all of the decisions she'd had to make. In the end, I really hadn't minded being dragged along to all of the appointments. But, I was still going to make her hold up her end of the deal.

She emerged from the changing room, back in her street clothes and spoke with the clerk for a few minutes. The other woman took the dress and went through a door at the back of the store. With my hand on her lower back, I guided Juliette to the front and pulled out my wallet to pay for the garment.

"No, Declan," she protested. "I've let you pay for everything else." Only after I'd used my powers of persuasion to convince her to stop arguing with me about it. "But, if my parents were alive, they would be paying for my dress. It's the bride's responsibility!"

I tugged her into the circle of my arms and kissed the tip of her nose. "Baby, I would have convinced them to let me pay for everything, so you might as well stop fighting it. Besides, how many times do I have to explain how this works? We're getting married. What's mine is yours and"-I surreptitiously slid a hand between us and cupped her pussy, grinning when she gasped-"what's yours is mine."