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“Why did you break Derek Hughes’s arm in high school?”
She was coming out swinging today I see. This one fell under the category of not one of my proudest moments.
“I was powerless to take your virginity, but I’d be damned if I let some high school quarterback have it in the back seat of his car. I’ve never pretended to be a good man, and with you, there’s no line I won’t cross.” Since we were apparently being formal about this shit, I asked, “Truth or dare?”
She cocked a hip out. “Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
My eyes ate up what I could of her in the dim light as she strutted over to me like she was hot shit. I waited until she was on her tiptoes, her lips almost meeting mine, but not quite, before I spoke.
“I didn’t say where yet, now did I?”
Her breath fanned my face as she huffed, “If you say your dick, I’m biting it after I kiss it.”
Damn, I loved that smart mouth of hers.
“I was going to say neck you dirty, dirty girl.”
“Asshole,” she muttered a second before her lips touched the side of my neck.
I expected her to play hard to get. Give me a peck and then pull away. But not today. She leaned in, peppering little butterfly kisses from my collarbone to my ear. Then I felt her wet tongue trace her way back down. Fuck me and this girl.
“Truth or dare.”
Bringing my mouth down to her ear I whispered, “Dare.”
For a second, she paused, unsure what to do because I’d never said dare before. Jesus, I hoped she didn’t give me anything stupid. Go for sexy, I tried to prod her mentally. Not sure we had that type of connection, but it couldn’t hurt.
“I dare you to make me come without fucking me.”
Holy shit. It actually worked. And fuck if she didn’t say it in a breathy tone that went straight to my dick.
“Not a problem.”
She let out a little squeak as I lifted her, carrying us deeper into the shadows, leaning her against the cool cement wall. Her tits were eye level and using the wall as leverage I freed one of my hands to tug her T-shirt up. The lace of her bra felt scratchy against my hand, unlike her silky skin.
Her nipple was already hard, pushing against the lace as I pinched it between my thumb and first finger, her gasp echoing around us.
“Shh,” I cooed. “Watch over my shoulder and tell me if someone is coming.”
My mouth found her other nipple through the lace, my tongue laving it before I gently bit down. Her back arched into me, and I smiled against her tit. This was the best game of truth or dare I’d ever played.
I switched sides, torturing her nipple through the wet lace with my fingers as I sucked on her other one. Back and forth I went, giving each of her nipples the attention they deserved, listening to her shuddered breaths.
“Tell me, Stel,” I murmured against the lace. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
Her reply was breathless and begrudgingly torn from her lips like she was fighting her reaction to me and losing. Jesus, this girl was every wet dream I’d ever had come to life.
I delved back into her, getting lost in her vanilla scent that was missing its tinge of gas and paint. It was still her, still utterly mouthwatering, but I lamented its loss, nonetheless. Her little nails scraped against the back of my skull, drawing my focus away from what was missing and reeling me back in.
Happily, greedily, I feasted on her lace covered flesh until I felt her body shake in my hold. When I lifted my head, I only lifted it enough to bury my nose in her neck. Her pulse beat wildly, and her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. No matter how many times she came undone for me it was never enough. I always wanted more.
She slid down my body so I could set her on her feet, my hand sliding inside the front of her jeans. When I reached her pussy, the material covering it was soaked. My thumb rubbed against her lace covered clit while another finger pushed aside her panties enough to enter her.
She held on to my forearms as I fucked her with my finger, her arousal coating my fingers. A choked gasp left her, like she couldn’t hold it back, her body tightening around me. She was close again, but I wanted her to come on my dick, not on my hand. The cutest little whimper echoed around us when I slid my finger out of her.
