The Dare: Sterling U: Book 1

by Amanda Ray

  "That's so fucking hot!" I hear Nate say next to me. My other teammates are commenting too, they're all staring at the girls like their prey. I'm the same because holy fucking shit, the way that Letty is dancing I'm about to snatch her off the damn bar and throw her down on the floor to fuck her right here right now in front of every-fucking-one.

  When the song ends, the whole staff is out of breath and you can see the shine of sweat on their brows. Letty hops down getting back behind the bar. I saunter over, my lips turned into the biggest fucking grin and I know my eyes are filled with want. Want for her. "What in the world was that?" The words leave my mouth the minute I reach the bar. Letty shrugs before looking at me, "All part of the job. That's all." I shake my head in bemusement, "Well, I sure as hell hope you have that kind of energy when you're giving me my dance. Just remember, that one doesn't involve clothes." She rolls her eyes but smiles, "Yeah, yeah. You get what you get and you don't get upset." I laugh at her rhyme but in reality why the fuck would I ever get upset? A naked woman is going to give me a lap dance, does she think I'd fuck that up by complaining... or excuse me, getting upset?

  A little after two I'm waiting outside against my Jeep as Letty makes her way outside. It's cold as fuck and I'm thankful to have swapped out my naked chest for my black hoodie in my backseat but as Letty makes her way toward me I see that she didn't bring a change of clothes with her. I hastily grab my black north face from my duffle rushing toward her. I throw it around her shoulders. "Thanks. That's really....sweet of you." I shrug off her compliment leading her toward my car. "It's fucking cold out. I don't need you freezing your tits off before I get a look at them." I quirk my lip up at her watching as her golden brown eyes roll. I open her door, watching her smooth milky legs get settled in the seat. I practically ran to the driver side, jumping in and relishing the heat. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Letty asks, pulling the seat belt over her chest. The look she gives me makes my heart melt. She’s concerned and maybe a little scared? Nervous? “Yeah. I’m good. Promise. I switched over to water more than an hour ago and was jogging around out here trying to stay warm, so it got out whatever was in my system.”

  Letty eyes me quizzically, leaning in to sniff my breath and I chuckle. Hell, even her being overly cautious turns me on. She gives me a nod, telling me it’s alright to drive and I instantly start up the engine and head toward my apartment.

  "This is where you live? Holy fuck!" I'm sure she meant it to be a whisper but I can’t help but laugh at Letty's amazement. Yeah, this place is pretty nice but honestly, sometimes I think it's a bit too much for just me. I lead her inside to the kitchen where she sits down at the grey and white marbled island, "You want anything to drink?" Letty looks up at my question, eyes still scanning my apartment, "Um. Maybe just a water? I had a lot to drink tonight so I'm still feeling it but if alcohol is going to help you, by all means."

  I can't help but laugh at her fidgeting. She's nervous and it's fueling me even more. I eye her up and down, making a show of it just to get to her. "You ready to get this over with?" Her huff makes me smirk. "Now, now Scar-Scar. This isn't going to be a quickie. I want you to take your time and get into it. I want a real lap dance as if I went to a strip club." My teeth catch my bottom lip, my eyes lighting up watching her cheeks turn red. Letty jumps to her feet, throwing her fists on the island counter, "I am not a stripper, asswipe!" I laugh, shaking my head, "Never said you were, babe. In fact, I think I'd enjoy this far less if you were." It's honestly the truth and something about that makes my stomach tighten.

  Scarlett lets out a deep breath. "Okay. Come on," she grabs my hand and it feels like fireworks have gone off, "where do you want me? Living room or your room?" Before I can respond Letty's eyes widen and she cuts me off, "We're doing this on your couch in the living room! There's no way I'm going in your room." I know...I fucking know, my face looks like I just came downstairs on Christmas morning to a shit ton of gifts because what she just said proves that we would be having sex if we were in my room. That alone fucking excites the shit out of me.

  Letty's eyes are pinched together as she tries to figure out why the hell I'm looking at her so thrilled but I just shake my head and guide her over to my couch. Before I sit down I walk over to my IPod dock, throwing on Strip by Chris Brown. I see Letty laughing as I make my way back to the couch and my smile grows, "Fitting, isn't it?" She just shakes her head and looks at me with a look I've never seen before. My chest tightens at that look and I'm so lost in it I don't even realize she's pushing me back toward the couch. She pushes me gently, my ass falling down to the couch.

  Our eyes hold each other's gaze as she slowly takes off the north face I gave her. My stomach tightens and I feel my heart start to race. Holy shit, she's actually stripping. I know she said she would but for some reason I thought when we got here she would back out. Her hands reach up to untie her black flannel but my eyes drift to her mouth as she bites her lip. Letty's moving slowly, effortlessly, as she undresses and every tiny movement makes my heart speed up and my dick throb. This girl is going to be the death of me right now.

  Letty's standing in front of me in her red lace bra and her fucking tiny, tight as shit shorts. It's taking everything in me not to pull her down on top of me and demand she ride me hard and fast. She lazily moves her hands down her body, touching herself until she gets to the top of her shorts to unbutton them. A little moan escapes me and her eyes light up in satisfaction. Fuck! She shimmies out of her shorts and my heart stops.

  She's in a red lace thong and I can see everything! She's shaved bare and I have to grip onto the couch so tight because all I want to do is rip those fucking panties off of her and thrust my fingers so far into her she feels it for days on end.

  My eyes are glued to hers as she slowly- and I mean as slow as a fucking snail- hooks her fingers into the top of her panties and drags them down until they drop at her ankles. She fucking kicks them at me and my dick is so hard that I want to cry. I let the thin lace material lay in my lap but all I want to do is pick them up, shove them in my face and drown in her scent.

  Our eyes are still linked when she brings her hands behind her and unhooks her bra. My heart drops to my stomach and I swear my throat closes up. I'm having a heart attack, or a stroke. Something. Because all I can do is sit there, staring at her in shock. In awe. As her naked body makes its way across the room toward me. Holy fucking shit! Nate was right. I'm fucked!

  Chapter 13

  Letty

  My heart was pounding so hard I swear Brooks could hear it. The minute he turned on the music I let it take over my body, paid attention to the alcohol haze swimming through me. I wanted to be a different person, needed to be a different person. If only for tonight. The way his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, it helped settle me. He wanted this as much as I did. Only I was more chicken to admit it.

  But it wasn't us here tonight. No. It was the cowgirl and the cowboy. They were the ones who wanted each other. Needed each other. I was the cowgirl tonight and she was going to put on the best show anyone has ever seen.

  I heard his breath catch when I unhooked my bra, the sound lighting up my insides like the fourth of July. The pressure between my legs ached and I wanted nothing more than for him to release it. For him to make me scream. I glided over to Brooks, my eyes never leaving his. The passion, the desire, the lust, the need in them kept me grounded. It gave me confidence. I stood before his body on the couch and watched as he slowly tilted his head to rest on the back cushion. God, he's fucking hot. My arms rested on his shoulder as I placed one knee and then the other on the sides of his thighs, resting on the couch. Face to face, I could feel the warmth of his breath on me and I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and break the distance.

  No. That's not the point of right now. That's not why you're here. I had to remind myself to stay focused. A naked lap dance, that's the only reason I'm here. I lost a bet, I'm holding to my promise and that's that. My body started to grind and g
lide over his, moving slower than the bass of the music. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and a low growl left Brooks' mouth. I grinned looking down at him as he clenched his eyes shut. He was fighting this and I couldn't have that. I lifted up quickly giving him my back, my hands pressed down on his knees as I grinded and swiveled my ass directly on his hardening dick. Jesus, if that thing gets any more solid it's going to break through.

  His voice startled me and I almost jumped when he said, "No. I want to see you. I want to see your face." I turned around, looking him dead in the eyes. Confusion clear on my face but his was unreadable. He wanted to see my face while I was giving him a lap dance? Naked? I thought the whole point was for them to focus on the other person's body? I closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh before I turned back around. Slowly I straddled his tense body once more, leaning forward a bit so that my breasts were in clear sight of his eyes. Brooks let out a shaky breath and I knew I was getting to him. His fists balled into the couch and I chuckled a little, grinding harder as I pushed my chest fully to his.

  My nipples grew hard as they brushed against his hoodie and the wetness between my legs began to seep into his jeans. The bulge between his legs was now undeniable and my body instinctively looked for it. Craved it. I bit my lip, now basically dry humping him to get some relief from my thrumming clit. Brooks' eyes grew more dangerous. Hungry. And with my next breath his hands were on me.

  Gripping my waist, pulling me closer to his body. Closer to his erection. I let out a low moan and his eyes widened in pleasure. His hands made their way up the sides of my body slowly caressing. His big hands reached my ribs, under my breasts and his thumbs inched up. Looking at me, asking through his eyes and I bit my lip harder. Yes, yes, God, yes. I nodded ever so slightly but he saw it. Not missing a beat his thumbs grazed up, stroking my nipples. Pushing harder and harder as he circled them. The feeling, the pleasure he was giving me with just that simple act had my body moving crazily, frantically over his.

  This was no longer a lap dance. This was no longer about fulfilling my promise over a game. This was me, drunk off of his body. Me, going insane at his touch. Me, dry humping the shit out of him to get off.

  I leaned forward begging for more stimulation, begging for release and Brooks took that as a clear invitation. His mouth found my neck. Biting, sucking, licking like he had before and I nearly lost it. Wetness was dripping down my thighs and I could no longer control the whimpers and moans escaping my mouth. My hands found his hair, gripping on for dear life and he bit down harder on my neck. His one hand slipping down slowly to my core. All it took was a simple graze over my clitoris and I screamed out as my orgasm split through me.

  Brooks didn't let me catch my breath. His thumb still moved firmly and erratically on my clit before not one. Not two. But three fingers pounded inside of me. I threw my head back, reveling in the feeling. My inner muscles clung onto his fingers as I cried out with every thrust. Holy fuck he was not playing fair! I felt my climax building again and my body became desperate. My hips started pounding up and down, circling. Leaning forward I couldn't take it anymore.

  I gripped his hair, watching his devilish eyes pierce into me and my lips came down on his smug grin. He knew how much I was enjoying myself and I hated it! My mouth ate his. Biting his lips in-between tongue hockey. I was erratic, frenzied. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to taste every bit of him. Needed to. Just as my body went off, beginning to shake, I let out a stifling scream and Brooks ate it. Moving his one hand off my hip, griping my hair so tight to seal our mouths together. No sound, no breath, nothing could get between us and right now, I was just fine with that.

  Those luscious, thick fingers worked slowly this time, letting me come down off my high before Brooks pulled them out of me. He leaned back, our eyes met. Mine heavy and sated. His dark, lustful and hungry. They were so dark, almost like an army green, barely seen with his pupils so dilated. Brooks slowly brought his fingers to his lips and sucked. His tongue licking, lapping and swiping every inch of my juices from them one by one into his beautiful mouth. "Fuck, you taste good." As if it were possible, his eyes grew even more lustful and before I could even blink his mouth was back on mine.

  My hands cupped his face, his hands placed on my back pulling me closer. "What do you want?" He asked between kisses. I shook my head, not knowing how to answer but not wanting to end the kiss either. Brooks pulled back, closing his eyes and releasing a small breath. It was killing him to not touch me, I could see it written all over his face. "What do you want, Letty?" My small gasp at my nickname had his eyes shooting up to meet mine, "I know what I want. Right here. Right now. But I'm not going to touch you if it's not what you want. You need to tell me what you want, otherwise we're stopping this right now. You already fulfilled the stupid little wager for the game. So what do you want?" His voice was strong, stern, but his eyes were filled with emotion. Was she nervous? Scared?

  I closed my eyes not wanting to overthink. Savvy's words came to my mind, You guys might as well get out all of that built up frustration...might as well be on a day when you're pretending to be someone else. I opened my eyes, looking Brooks straight into his dark greens. My hands reached for the hem of his sweater and I lifted it over his head. Our eyes locked, our breathing growing heavy and jaded. "I'm not me tonight. And you're not you. What we do here, tonight, it's not us. It doesn't leave this room." My hands moved to his jeans, unbuttoning them before I reached for the zipper. Brooks pushed up to help me guide them and his boxers down. My breath hitched as I caught view of his glorious penis. A lump caught in my throat and fuck I wanted his dick in my mouth. I licked my lips but Brooks grabbed the base of my neck and angled my head to look back up at him.

  Before he could speak I continued, "We go back to hating each other. Loathing each other. But tonight... Tonight we do whatever we want. Okay?" He stared at me for what felt like an eternity before giving me a nod. "Condom?" I asked in a breath, the ache between my legs becoming worse and worse. "Pocket." Brooks nodded to his jeans and I slid down to get it. I tore it open with my teeth before sliding it down his massive cock. Fuuuuck, how is this shit gonna fit inside me!

  "Holy fuck!" his words startled me and I jumped.

  "What?"

  "That's so fucking hot!" I looked at him quizzically. Was he getting turned on even more because I put the condom on him? What the fuck? But I just smiled and shrugged before biting my lip. I stood up, seductively getting into a straddling position. Gripping the base of his cock and angling it to my opening, I smirked at Brooks, "Since I'm a cowgirl tonight, I thought it'd be fitting for me to ride you." Brooks opened his mouth to respond just as I sat down on his throbbing dick. We both let out a strangled cry at how good it felt.

  I clawed onto his shoulders, leaning closer to him so that my nipples touched his bare chest. Holy-fucking-mother-of-fuck-fuck-fuck he's huge. Whimpers escaped my mouth uncontrollably as I tried to adjust to his girth. Brooks kissed my neck, my jaw and finally my lips before asking, "You good?"

  I simply nodded before making my move. Grasping his shoulders to keep myself steady I pounded down on Brooks, harder and faster than he was prepared for. "Holy fuuuuck." His big hands engulf my ass in them. He's breathless and pushing into me just as hard and fast as I go down on him.

  My head flies backwards, screaming out moan after moan at the ceiling. I'm lost in the feeling, in the lusciousness that is his cock. It's hitting every single nerve inside of me and it feels so good I want to cry. My head is still tilted back when Brooks moves one hand to my shoulder blades and pushes my chest toward him. His mouth traps my nipple and I let out a small cry. Fuck that feels amazing.

  My heavy riding has become frenzied movements. I'm so lost in the feeling of his warm, wet mouth on my nipple that when he nips me there I almost climax. Brooks senses it, now bringing his other hand from my ass to my clit. Pushing firmly, he circles my throbbing nub rapidly while still sucking and biting on my nipple. "I'm coming. I'm coming." The little cries
roared out of me effortlessly but the minute I said them, Brooks retracted his circling thumb from my clit and gave it a quick smack with his fingers. The unexpected feeling made me come undone.

  My orgasm flew through me more powerful than my last and I'm pulsating, shaking and trembling so much I feel like I'm floating. I'm about to collapse when Brooks lets his own orgasm soar through him and he falls back onto the couch bringing me with him.

  I'm laying on top of him, sweating and out of breath. Our chests pushed together, my head in the crook of his neck and I rise with every breath he takes. "Did you smack my fucking clit?" My question was meant to be asked in anger but I'm so worn out that it comes out as barely a whisper. Brooks laughs and it shakes my entire body. "Yeah, I did. And don't even try to deny that you liked it because you fucking loved it. You're into spanking and shit, huh?" If I could feel my limbs I would shoot up off of him, giving him the dirtiest look and yell at him that 1. that's none of his fucking business and 2. I wouldn't know because no one has ever spanked me before. However, since I feel like a fish out of water right now the best I can do is groan and shake my head.

  Brooks just laughs at me once more. Bringing his arms up to encase me he squeezes my ass and then moves his hands to my back. Rubbing his fingertips lightly up and down my spine, my eyelids start to get heavy and my breathing starts to even out. He kisses my hair, whispering, "It's okay. Go to sleep, babe. I'll wake you up for round two in a little bit." I want to say something. I want to get up and leave. Round two? Is he nuts!

  This is a one time only thing. This is not Letty and Brooks. This is the cowgirl and cowboy. But as much as I want, no, as much as I need to get out of here, I can't move. My body goes lax and my eyes shut. I fall asleep to the sound of Brooks’ heartbeat and light breathing and I know I'm going to be royally screwed tomorrow! Fuck!