Page 203 of Rules for the Summer


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He drags his hand down his face. “Don’t you see what I’m dealing with?” He gestures to his cock.

“I do, and it’s making my mouth water, so hurry up with the truth question.”

“Christ.” He pulls on his neck. “Uhhh…why didn’t you pick dare?”

“Because I’m trying to torture you.”

“Great job, your success rate is incredibly high.”

I laugh. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

I move in front of him and say, “I dare you to take off my robe.”

“Once again, something I planned on doing,” he replies as he undoes the belt on my robe and starts to part the fabric. “I was going to do it—holy fucking hell.” He pauses as the robe pools on the ground and I stand in front of him wearing a black see-through bra and matching thong that rides high on my hips. “Fuck, Renley,” he whispers as his hands move to my waist, his fingers playing with the thin string of my thong.

He scoots back on the bed and then tugs me so I’m straddling his legs, and because he’s so hard, I let him explore with his hands for a moment as he runs his fingers over the sheer fabric and toys with my nipples.

“Ask me,” I say.

“I’m busy.” He leans forward, ready to take my nipple in his mouth, but I stop him.

“Theo, ask me or I’ll get up and leave.”

As if I just told him the worst news of his life, his eyes grow large, and his brows turn down. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“Don’t test me.”

“Fine. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He grumbles in frustration. “What is something you want me to do to you sexually?”

“There are so many things. I want you to go down on me because I want you to mark and claim me there.” His eyes go feral. “I want you to take me from behind, and I’ve never been spanked before, but I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

“Jesus.”

“And I’d love for you to use a vibrator on me at some point. Or better yet, let me use one on you.”

“Do you have one?”

I slowly nod.

“With you?” He gulps.

I nod again.

“Fucking hell, love, please.”

I place my hand on his cock, causing him to hiss. “Please what?”

“Please, play with me.”

“I am.” I smirk. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he says so fast, I barely have time to ask him.