“Dare,” he said.
I wet my lips as I considered him. “I dare you to take off your shirt.”
Gavin smirked. “Too easy, baby.” He stood and pulled his shirt off over his head, his lean muscles rippling when he moved. Fuck, I’d nearly forgotten about the tattoos all over his arms. I hadn’t seen his torso since he’d been back in my life. He had a few new tattoos across his pale chest, though the one that caught my eye was the one at the right vee of his pelvis.
“Is that… is that a skeletal unicorn?” I asked.
A quiet laugh left him, and he pulled his pants down just enough that I could see the macabre drawing—and it was, in fact, a skeletal unicorn. It looked like hair was melting off the bones, the decay of that majestic creature, unlike any fantasy drawing I’d ever seen.
“That’s horrifyingly beautiful,” I said. “Why that one?”
“Ares and I get tattoos together sometimes,” he admitted. “Sort of his way of bonding with me.”
“You get tattoos with Daddy?” I mocked him.
His head sank onto the pillow. “Don’t ruin this, baby,” he said as he pulled his pants back to his waist, only not before giving me a glimpse of his dick and the indentions of his pelvic muscles.
I sank sideways onto one of my pillows, nearly mesmerized by the quick peek.
“Truth or dare?” he said.
“Dare,” I said.
“I dare you to take off your shirt,” he said.
I sat up again and pulled my shirt over my head, making sure to go slow as I did. I fluffed my hair to one side as I tossed the fabric to the ground. It was so late, I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the bob I saw his throat take made me smirk.
The cold air and the look he was giving me had my nipples peaked. I grabbed my breast, squeezing and massaging it as he had done.
“Truth or dare,” I asked.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to tell me which toy to use first.”
He groaned as I touched myself. “The one we’re playing with. You don’t know how hard the thought of controlling your orgasm thousands of miles away makes me.”
“Slow down,” I said, sinking back into the pillows and spreading my legs wide. I moved my hand between my thighs over the fabric of my shorts, feeling how wet I already was from just our talking.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “Truth or dare?” he asked.
“Truth,” I managed.
“Is it true you want to take your shorts off and show me how wet you are?”
Fucking hell, I did. I slipped my thumbs beneath the waistband and shimmied them off, flicking them off the bed after. Gavin grabbed his computer and held it closer, his eyes so dark that I barely saw any green surrounding them.
“Gods dammit, you’re sexy." He sat the computer down and wiped his face harshly. “Fucking Styx, baby. I want to devour every part of you.”
I leaned back on the pillows again and spread my legs, one hand going to my pussy, the other squeezing my breast. “You want this?” I asked, a finger on either side of my clit, imagining it was his hand there and not my own.
“I want to savor you,” he said. “I would crawl on my knees just to taste what’s forbidden to me.”
“Truth or dare?” I asked.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to show me how much you want this,” I said, toying with my clit.
