26. Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Finley

" I 've never been to a ballet before," I confess as Cyrus helps me out of the car. "I've always wanted to see one."

"I'm glad I get to introduce you to it. Next time, we'll come at night and properly dress up." His eyes flicker with fire as his gaze takes me in. "Although I definitely enjoy this dress on you."

It's a floral maxi dress that isn't particularly risque apart from being backless. Thin spaghetti straps hold the dress up while the front flows loosely and the back dips almost to my tailbone. His palm comes to the small of my back, skin warming skin, as he directs me inside, upstairs, and into a private box overlooking the right side of the stage.

We barely sit down before the lights dim, and the show starts. A lone ballerina flits across the stage on her toes, beautiful and singular. A man joins her, circling with long, elegant strides, making tighter and tighter spirals around her.

I lean forward, resting my forearms on the edge of the balcony, needing a closer look as the ballerina finally takes notice of him.

Cyrus brushes his fingertips across my bare back. Distracting devil. He's leaning back, arms draped over the chairs on either side of him. A prince, eyeing his subjects, eyeing me . His touch dances up and down my spine, making me shiver. I bite my lip, unable to tear my gaze away from the hungry look in his eyes.

"Watch." He mouths the word, gesturing at the stage with his chin.

Heart pounding, I do as he says. The ballerina is now dancing with the man, their bodies moving in stunning harmony. Every move is elegant. Every touch lingers.

Cyrus's fingertips skate the back of my dress, from the strap at one shoulder, down, and up to the strap at the other. I shiver, goosebumps sprinkling my skin as my nipples tighten.

When the woman leaps, the man lifts her over his head, and Cyrus's palm slips inside my dress at the side. He doesn't go far, fingers barely brushing my breast. I arch my back, needing him to touch me more .

"Still no bra?" he quips.

"I can't wear one with this dress."

"I like this dress more and more." He chuckles low and deep in my ear, his hand returning to my back.

"Tease."

He hums and pinches my side. I laugh and smack his arm.

"Just for that, I am going to tease you the whole show," he says in response.

I turn to protest, but his hand takes hold of the back of my skull and directs me to look at the stage. "Watch the show, little flame. I wouldn't want you to miss your first ballet."

"Then stop touching me so I can pay attention."

"Get used to paying attention to two things at once, because I'm never going to stop touching you again."

I swallow as his lips skim down my neck to my shoulder. "Now, be a good girl and keep your eyes on the dancers."

The dance becomes more fervent as the music speeds up, but Cyrus's touches are slow and calculating. A complete contrast to what's playing out on the stage in front of me. He lightly rubs my back, dipping now and then below the fabric of my dress, but never going far. He massages my neck and runs his fingers through my hair.

A little moan hums through me. "That feels good."

"Quiet now, little flame. No talking."

The couple finishes their dance, and I applaud along with the rest of the audience. Cyrus doesn't clap. He lifts me onto his lap, still facing forward so I can see the stage.

I squirm and try to return to my seat. "Someone's going to see."

"Let them."

A thrill of excitement races up my spine. It's not likely that we'll be spotted. The theatre is dark and the little half wall along the front of the balcony will hide us from most of the audience. It's really only the balconies across from us that might see, and half of them are empty.

Both Cyrus's hands explore my exposed back. My belly flutters, anticipating more now that he's got me positioned where I can feel how much he wants me. I want to turn and face him, but I follow his instructions and keep my attention on the stage. For now, I'll listen, because I really have always wanted to see a ballet.

Five men take the stage next, powerful legs propelling them through the air .

Just as I'd hoped, Cyrus's touches become less innocent. His hands dip into my dress from behind and work their way to my breasts. He spends long torturous beats teasing my nipples to the rhythm of the music. Flicking them each time the dancers leap, squeezing each time they land, twisting for every spin.

I clutch my dress, feeling flushed and overheated.

"If I'd know men in tights turn you on so much, I would have added this to my list."

"What would you have… added," I ask, breathless.

"Better if I show you."

One hand drags up between my breasts under the fabric and out the top to circle my throat. The other down between my legs. It's clear he likes holding me this way, by my sex and my throat at the same time. He does it often. I'm surprised how much I like it too.

"Still no panties?" His voice is a low growl, almost angry. "Were you going to wear no panties for Damian?"

I shake my head. "Only you, Cyrus." I wiggle, pushing against his touch, seeking more friction. "Only for you."

"So you're finally done pretending this is nothing? "

"Are you?"

"I never said this was nothing, Ra'ia. This is everything. I just couldn't let myself have it until now."

Deft fingers part my curls, sliding up and down my slick entrance. "Now watch."

As if his words summoned her, the ballerina runs onto the stage and leaps so high it's as if she's suspended in air. I gasp, and Cyrus sinks two fingers deep inside me. Her partner catches her, spins, and twirls her to the floor, following her down.

Cyrus kisses my neck, sucking the tender skin. His fingers stroke small circles inside me. I buck my hips, trying to get more. He withdraws completely just as the males separate the lovers on the stage.

"Asshole," I snap as he squeezes my thighs, teasing me with how close and still so far his fingers are to where I want them. "Are you seriously going to keep me on edge the whole fucking show?"

He brings his wet fingers all the way up through the top of my loose dress and places them against my lips. "Shh, my flame, you're supposed to be quiet at the ballet. If you can't, I'll have to fill this naughty mouth with my cock."

To prove his threat, he pushes three fingers into my mouth, pulling back just when I start to gag. He strokes my tongue, in and out, then brings his hand to his mouth and licks between his fingers while holding my gaze.

"Fuck the show," I hiss. "We can come to the ballet another time. I want you, Cyrus."

He groans, the vibration shaking against my back. The music changes and new dancers take the stage. I don't give a fuck what they're doing. There's only one thing I want to see right now, and it's Cyrus's gold covered cock.

I twist and sink to my knees between his legs, pushing them wide so I can get closer. His face is a picture of wonder that borders on pain.

"Finley." A warning.

I smirk. "Maybe I'll tease you the entire show as payback for making me wait so long for this."

Undoing his pants, I reach through the opening of his boxer briefs and pull out his cock. Fuck, he's gorgeous. I've never thought that about a cock before, but this is a work of art. Every time I see it, I'm left breathless. The gold swirls climb from the base all the way to the tip and I study them in a way I didn't have the luxury of before. I trace a finger along the lines. In the dark theater, the gold seems to glow. A trick of the light.

"Finley." He tilts my chin up with his thumb and forefinger. His mouth opens like he's going to say more, but he doesn't .

When I suck his cock, he grips the back of my head, but doesn't push. He's got his head thrown back, chest heaving like he's barely holding on.

Because of me .

I bob faster. Suck harder. Take him deeper. The music plays on, but all I hear are the sharp breaths I take through my nose, the panting moans coming from Cyrus.

The only warning I get before he comes is his hand tightening in my hair. Hot cum slides down my throat, and I take it all, swallowing around his length.

Once his muscles relax, I slide his cock out of my mouth and smile. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, wiping away the mess left behind. "So beautiful. But so fucking deviant. I told you not to miss the show."

"What are you going to do about it?"

In one quick move he's got me over his knee, my dress pulled up around my waist. I shiver with anticipation. A rise in the music, then a slap on my ass, perfectly timed. Sharp pain heats my skin. I wiggle, rubbing my thighs together. A swell of noise, and his palm strikes.

I've never been spanked before, and there's no reason this should be so hot, but I'm dripping for him as his hand lands a third time. He hunches over me and whispers. "Are you going to be a good girl now and let me fuck that pussy while you watch the ballet?"

I can't decide if I want to say yes and submit, or give him the finger and wiggle my ass so he'll spank me again. All I manage is half a head shake that turns into a nod.

"Hands on the balcony ledge." Cyrus lifts me to my feet. "And keep your eyes on the stage."

With my dress still around my waist, his hands come to my ankles and drag up my thighs. A kiss lands on the stinging skin of my ass, soothing and soft. From his knees, he spreads my cheeks, then tilts my hips, opening me as his tongue finds my center. Pleasure tingles up my spine.

I soar high above my body, the dancers, the theater. I'm one with the music, the beauty, the joy. On the stage, a swirl of color. Against my clit, a swirl of heat. In my heart, a click of certainty. I'm done fighting this. He's mine.

The audience claps as I come, the noise of their applause covering my gasp of pleasure.

As the curtains close for intermission, I collapse. But Cyrus is there to catch me. He lowers me carefully to his lap, and we sit on the floor with our backs against the half wall that hides us from the rest of the theater, catching our breath.

"So much for edging me." I giggle, still out of breath .

"There will be other times for that." He kisses my temple. "That was beautiful."

"You couldn't have seen much with your head between my legs."

"I saw the most beautiful sight I've ever seen in my life. Your pink, swollen pussy fluttering as you came all over my face." There's a smile in his voice and I twist to look at him. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth and grins at me. "Best thing I've ever seen—ever tasted, too."

I cover my laugh with a hand. "You can't be serious. Aren't you rich? I'm pretty sure eating me out doesn't compare to a five-star restaurant."

"It does to me. But I might need to try it again to be certain." He nibbles at my neck, an echo sparking to life between my legs.

"How likely is it that someone will interrupt us in here?" I ask.

He tilts his head, gaze curious. "I can make sure they don't."

"Good." I pull my dress all the way off. That otherworldly flame flickers in the middle of his dark pupils.

Laying the dress out on the plush carpet, I stretch myself out on top of it. I've never felt so wanton or alive. Stripped bare in a theater balcony. Never so certain of what I want.

"I believe you still owe me one more orgasm, Cyrus."