Feeling more powerful than I ever had before, I moved to the center of his mattress, parting my thighs, taunting him with what he’d already tasted. “Now that I’m here…what are you going to do with me?” I asked coyly.
His eyes said a trillion things, his throat working as he swallowed hard. The next moment, his hands were moving, unbuttoning his shirt quickly, and kicking his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off.
In no time at all, he was just as naked as I was and it was my turn to stare. Every inch of Dare’s golden skin was taut with anticipation, rippling with intent. It was a lot, given his caliber.
I wasn’t unexperienced, but I’d never been with someone so…empowering. It was intimidating.
Before I could give it any more thought, he moved over me, his hand slipping beneath my ass and lifting me to him. I encircled my arms around the back of his neck, my thighs wrapping around his hips. He moved me to his pillows, holding me to his body while he tugged the comforter and sheet out beneath me.
While he maneuvered me, he kissed me. Slowly and gently, his tongue and lips delivering promises I already knew he could keep. Once he had me where he wanted me, he lowered me, breaking the slow kisses to look down at me.
He took in the sight of me lying there, my red curls fanning out on the white pillow. My eyes were blazing with desire and need, and he swallowed hard, like it was too much for him.
He lifted his hand to cup my face and lowered his lips to mine, his tongue darting out to sweep over my lips, seeking entrance. I sighed into his kiss as his strong hips jerked forward, the tip of his cock brushing against my slick center.
His whole body trembled at the sensation, and he broke the kiss to look down at me. The expression in his amber eyes shifted from pure lust to something…far more than that. It made my heart trip and stumble on its beat. “Still sure?” he asked, sounding pained.
“Yes, Dare,” I replied with absolute certainty. My heart pounded as I lifted my hips and let my thighs part more for him. He shifted, his cock sliding against my folds, almost entering, and jerked back like he’d forgotten something important—and he had, but a large part of me hadn’t cared.
Dare sent me a tortured look before leaning over and reaching into his nightstand for a strip of condoms. He grabbed one, ripping it open, and went to roll it over his hard length.
I took over, my fingers working it on slowly. Dare watched me with heated eyes, his cock twitching beneath my touch. Once it was on, he moved back between my thighs.
Cupping my breast, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, sucking on it, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud, making me arch beneath him. His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers slipping against my wet folds as he paid homage to my breasts.
A strangled whimper escaped, and I felt Dare grin against my flesh.
“Please, I need you.” I was begging, and I didn’t care.
He lifted his head, his eyes locking on mine. “Need me where?”
“Inside me,” I demanded, arching against his hand. I felt drunk, but the whiskey was long burned out of my system by the fire I felt for him. It was his touch that intoxicated me now.
Dare moved over me, and my legs parted more for him, my hands moving around his waist, my fingers stroking up his back. He held himself up with one arm, his eyes on my face the entire time he rubbed himself against me, coating himself in my arousal before finally pushing in. I gasped at the pleasant intrusion, and he froze, his entire body going rigid like he feared he was hurting me.
I whimpered, my nails digging into his back. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, lifting my pelvis to draw him deeper in.Needinghim there. He dropped his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck, a shuddering sigh billowing from his lips as his hips jerked forward, filling me. My thighs parted more for him, my back arching, walls clenching around him.
“Fuck, Connor,” he groaned, pulling almost all of the way out before slamming forward. He kissed my neck, moving up to the side of my jaw before his lips found mine.
He kissed me like he fucked me: passionately, his tongue plundering my mouth, and I met him thrust for thrust, my body climbing toward a blinding orgasm. Feeling it, Dare broke the kiss, his fingers finding my clit as he looked down, greedily watching me fall apart. His brows furrowed with desire, his hips moving faster as I moaned his name. He brought his hand back up to grip my thigh, holding it above his hip as he slammed deeper into me.
“Dare,” I whimpered, nails raking down his back as another orgasm built. He fucked me through it, bringing another wave of pleasure before he came, groaning against my neck and pushing deep into me as he unraveled.
He stayed inside me for several seconds as he tried to catch his breath. Dare kissed the side of my neck again, this time gently—reverently. When his lips found mine, the kiss was gentle and unwinding, but his cock throbbed inside of me.
He grinned against my lips and slid out, leaving me feeling empty. He rolled off me and sat up, pulling the condom off his still erect cock and tying it off before discarding it in the trash can beside his desk.
A chorus of cheers and shouts sounded out, coming from the living room, and the party still in full swing there. Dare tensed, the smile slipping from his lips as if the reminder had doused a cold bucket of water over his post-orgasmic bliss.
“Don’t tell me you’re regretting it already,” I tried to tease. My voice didn’t waver, but the hurt that slashed through me was sudden and fierce with its intensity.
CHAPTERSIX
Dare
I was havinga hard time looking at her. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, it was I knew if I continued to see her sprawled out naked in my bed, I’d fuck her again—and once was a mistake.
At least…that’s what I told myself, even though it felt anything but.
