“Alright…” I watched her play with the ends of her hair. She was trying not to seem self-conscious, but my question had clearly unsettled her.
She had already started things between us in the shower, and I was the one who had been uncertain. She probably didn’t want to make another first move.
I wouldn’t have.
I needed to be the one who started things between us again.
“Sit on my lap,” I said.
Her eyes widened slightly. She didn’t move immediately.
I wondered if she’d answer the question with ano, I don’t want you to screw me, instead.
But, after a beat of hesitation, she was lowering herself onto my lap.
She was still shirtless, those perfect tits on display as she straddled me on the couch.
I couldn’t stop my hands from lifting to her ass, squeezing lightly.
“Truth or dare,” she murmured.
“Truth.”
“Doyouwant to fuck me right now, Jones?”
“Badly.” I dragged one of my hands slowly up her bare back, obsessed with the feel of her soft skin on my palm. She arched against me a little more, her eyes closing as she tipped her head back.
“God, that feels good.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Can I touch you?”
Her lips curved upward. “That’s not a truthora dare.”
“I surrender. You win.” I set her down on her back on the couch, leaning over her. “Can I touch you?”
“You don’t technicallysurrenderin truth or dare, but yeah, you can—ohh,fuck.”
Her curse was a breathy moan when I tugged the borrowed boxers down her thighs and dragged my thumb lightly over her clit.
Her hips arched.
Hell, her entire body did.
“Like that?” I asked, circling it slowly. My only experience was porn and internet research, but it wasn’t rocket science.
“Wow. Yeah. Don’t stop.” Her voice was soft. Almost dazed.
I kept going. Her hands lifted to my shoulders, clutching my biceps tightly as I did.
Her body rocked.
Jerked.
Trembled.
