When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
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"You like that?" He teases, his lips pressed against my neck softly, caressing my skin gently as my back arches against the bed.
I hum back in affirmation, my lips parting as my head rolls back against the cotton sheets of our bed, and my fingers find his soft black hair, tugging against the roots as he presses harder against my neck.
He dips further down, his lips tracing the crevice of my boobs slowly, and I shut my eyes in anticipation of his sultry act.
"I need to tell you something," he whispers, his tone flirty as he teases my nipple with his tongue.
I bite my lower lip, trying my best to suppress the moan that threatens to fall from my lips.
This feels so good, his teasing tongue swiping over my most sensitive spot, the feeling almost aching yet so incredibly satisfying at the same time.
"What is it?" I manage to respond in a rough and strangled tone, my voice heavy as I struggle to get the words out, needing to avoid the pleasure I feel to even form the words to begin with.
His tongue presses to my nipple again, softer this time as he pecks the most sensitive part, and I open my eyes in satisfied relief, looking down to see him staring up at me, a smug smile plastered on his swollen lips.
"I've been thinking..." he hums cockily, his neck straining to meet my eyes before dipping back down to resume his sinful act on my breasts.
"What about?" I ask quickly, my tone impatient as I try to concentrate on the way he's making me feel.
He's so good at this, and his tongue presses harder against me, causing a shameless moan to spout from my lips.
"About us," he breathes through his lips that are still pressed against me, but the pleasurable feeling disappears at the sound of his unforgiving words.
Thinking about us? No one ever says that they're 'thinking about us' and intends to say something positive.
No, this can't happen right now. He can't spring something bad on me now, not here. Not the day before my birthday, not at regionals, not when I'm laying here naked and vulnerable.
"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" I spurt out, the words fleeing from my mouth rapidly as my eyes widen in concern.
I sit up, his head moving away from my body as I gather my legs against my chest, protecting myself from the blow that I'm sure will follow.
His eyebrows are scrunched in confusion, his eyes narrow and his lips parted in... humour?
What the hell is funny about this? He's not going to break up with me and then laugh about it, is he?
No, he's not that cruel.
He can't break up with me, I need him. I need him with me, I can't imagine my life without him now.
