I glanced around the room. “How far can we go with this?”
“There are no rules; you either strip or complete the dare,” Bria said.
“Okay, looks like Ollie could use some fun while he’s over there by himself. Strip or dare?” I asked, looking over at Ollie, who sat by himself on the mattress against the wall.
He gritted his teeth before saying, “Dare.”
A devious smile grew across my lips. “Touch yourself, Ollie. I want to see you make yourself come.” There was no way he would go through with it.
Jake threw himself into a full-body laugh, almost falling over while everyone turned to look at Ollie. His brows snapped together. “You can’t be serious.”
“Yeah, like Ollie would ever do that.” Jake giggled.
Flashing him a challenging smile, I said, “There are two types of people in this world, Ollie. Those who don’t complete their dares, and those who do. Just slip those fingers underneath those boxers of yours so I can see you lose yourself.”
Ollie’s mouth parted and his face flushed. Green eyes bored into mine. “I’m going to need some help,” he admitted.
I raised my palms in the air. “Sorry, not part of the rules. It’s what you get for being a cranky ass.”
Ollie leaned back against the wall and pulled his legs up at the knees. “This is your dare, love … for your viewing pleasure only. You have to come sit in front of me and watch.” He returned the same defying smile as if I had asked for this. Which I had.Hand toforehead.
“He’s got a point, Mia. You didn’t say for everyone to see, you said so you can see him ‘lose himself,’” Alicia teased. “Next time, you’ll learn to be more specific.”
Now all eyes were on me as I took another sip of the whiskey, proving what kind of person I was. Wanting to kick myself the entire way, I stood and walked over.
Ollie leaned forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled me between his long legs, blocking everyone’s view of him. Conversation picked up between the others like what was about to happen was no big deal, and I sat on my legs, trying to control my breathing. Ollie’s brilliant eyes flicked to his friends behind me, then back to me as he relaxed against the wall. His hand disappeared beneath his black boxer briefs, and I closed my eyes.
“No, look at me. This is what you wanted. You wanted to see me lose myself,” Ollie whispered, and I looked up to see the taunt in his eyes. The thought of his fingers wrapped around the length of him caused my core to pound to its own pulse, and I sucked in a sharp breath as a flare sparked between my legs. His hand moved slowly inside his pants as his whispers continued. “You’re only making this easy for me.”
His bulge grew as the silhouette of his manhood pressed against his sweatpants. His shirt rose, revealing his happy trail and deep lines pointing to places I wanted to touch. His black ink crawled along the muscles in his lower abdomen as they flexed, and the veins in his forearm became visible. My breath hitched as he continued to stroke the length of him, his rhythm slow, torturous, and I imagined what it would be like to be with him. Ollie’s other hand found my wrist, and his fingers danced along my skin. “Talk to me, Mia,” he pleaded, his eyes and words mixed with lust and need.
I rested my hand on his thigh while the other found the wall beside his head as I leaned over him. His head fell into my neck as he deeply inhaled. “I wish I could be the one to make you feel as good as you feel right now, but I,”—I nudged my mouth closer to his ear—”I would make you feel so much better.”
His free hand grazed my bare thigh, and I clamped my legs together to ease the current building between my thighs. His vulnerability had me falling, and his breathing got shorter and shorter as he pressed his lips against my neck.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” I whispered, my mind saying things freely without my consent, and I couldn’t think of a single dirty word. Ollie was beautiful. Everything about this was beautiful. He moved his hand from my thigh to the back of my neck and dropped his forehead to mine in desperation as he continued to caress himself beneath his pants.
Ollie’s hand picked up speed and gasps fell from his lips, landing over mine. The taste of the mint in his breath coursed through me like a hit of menthol. I ran my fingers along his cheek and across his bottom lip. Tilting his head slightly, I partially quenched my need by trailing my lips along his sharp jawline.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
After kissing the tender spot below his ear, his eyes screwed shut and he gripped my hair as his breathing turned jagged.
Ollie’s head fell back against the wall, chest heaving. “Holy hell …” he breathed as his lashes flitted open. “That was the best time I’ve ever had with myself.” A low chuckle came from him as his eyes blinked back to reality. “Mia?”
“Mmhmm?” Any coherent word had been sucked right out of me.
“Can you grab me a shirt?”
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t force my smile away. Reaching over to the floor, I found a plain white tee in his pile of clothes beside the mattress and handed it to him.
“Okay, so that was boring for the rest of us,” Bria moaned, and I hesitantly took my seat back in the circle. If I were honest with myself, I wished no one else was here—only Ollie and me.
“Go ahead, Ollie, your turn,” Jake said and threw the bottle of whiskey in front of him over the mattress.
“I got nothing, mate.” Ollie brought the bottle to his lips, then swallowed as he focused his eyes on me. “I’m still high from whatever the hell just happened.”
His bluntness made me blush and weak and dizzy.
