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Zayn grabs the soft skin under my ribcage on either side, digging his fingers in hard.
"I love the way you play, Rylee. I should warn you though – I never back out of a dare."
Emphasing his point, he drags his fingers down my sides, never once easing up on the powerful pressure. He reaches the sides of my shorts, linking his fingers in and rips them down roughly with my underwear.
Shoving my thighs open, he wraps his arms around the backs of my knees, pulling me fast to the end the chaise. He keeps his grip on me, and even though I'm still blindfolded, I can feel his gaze burning into my pussy.
"You're remarkable, little sis. I can't wait to complete my dare."
"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenge back.
Zayn laughs for a second before I suddenly feel his tongue pressing against my slit. He attacks me with such ferocity that I cry out as waves of pleasure rock my body.
His tongue finds my clit, the tip swishing and flicking against it as he buries his face between my legs. His tongue is everywhere, but still it's not enough. I want more, but I'll be damned if I'm going to beg for it.
Zayn's teeth graze my clit, sending a ricochet of ecstasy through my body. I can feel my orgasm building, my hips pushing up towards him desperately as I start tensing up.
Then he stops.
Just fucking stops.
I freeze, before ripping off the blindfold in a panic. Zayn is happily perched on his knees between my legs, waiting for my reaction.
"What are you doing?" I demand.
"I ate it," he says smugly.
My mouth gaps open at his sheer insolence.
"I was about to come," I growl.
Zayn smiles. "I know. But you never said I had to eat you until you came. Just that I had toeat it."
I'm left blinking in silence at his words. The asshole is actually pushing me to beg.
"Don't be mad at the player when they play the game, kitty cat," he says, licking his bottom lip.
My body is still shaking from my impending climax, the urge to fall over the edge making me ache. I close my eyes as I try to get my body under control.
Zayn's hand grabs the top of my thigh, squeezing it. My eyes shoot open and stare at him wildly.
"You just have to ask for it," he murmurs. "Just have to say the word."
I shake my head. "No."
Immediately, he lets go of my thigh. "No worries. Shall we continue then?"
I stare at him in disbelief, fighting back the parts of me that are screaming to just give in so I can find that sweet release.
"Dare," I mutter, holding his gaze firmly.
Zayn sits back on his calves. "Perfect. I dare you to play with yourself, until the brink of orgasm. But no more."
"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" I snap.
He laughs, flicking his light brown hair back and staring at me calmly. "Are you refusing to complete a dare?"
I clench my jaw as I slide my hand down to my dripping pussy. Without breaking our visual hold, I stroke my clit. I hold my face strong, masking the pain and pleasure I'm actually feeling. Little beads of sweat form on my temples, dripping down my face as I play with myself in front of Zayn.
