Dare Menage 2: Daring Proposal

by Jeanne St. James

  When she opened her eyes, she saw her reflection in the glass of the wide, long windows.

  Damn, he had seen every reaction she’s had in the past minute.

  But he still hadn’t moved. He was waiting on her, no doubt. She had to be the one certain about how this moved forward tonight. She could do this. She wanted to do this. And that thought bolstered her confidence.

  “Maybe I merely want to be friends.” She moved closer behind him, with only the couch separating them. She traced her index finger from one shoulder across his broad back to the other shoulder. “Maybe,” she paused, “I just want to rub elbows with the rich and famous.”

  He suddenly moved as he let out a little snort. “Maybe you should just shut up, get over here, and kiss me.”

  He grabbed her hand as she moved around the sofa to face him. She stuck a knee between his and pushed them apart. She slid between his parted thighs. Her mischievous smile grew as she leaned in, her face inches from his.

  “Maybe…” She placed her palm flat over his heart. “Just maybe…” The steady thumping of his heart quickened. “You should just fuck me.”

  His eyelids lowered and he released a shuddered breath. “Maybe I just might do that.”

  Her pussy pulsed at the soft, syrupy sound of his deep voice. She became warmer, wetter. “I want to fuck you on this couch.” Her words were slow and breathless.

  He laughed. It was low and held promises of naughty things to come.

  Eve unbuttoned her blouse, taking her time. Cole ran his hands up her thighs, finding the tops of her stockings and rolling them down her legs one at a time. She kicked off her heels, so he could slide them over her feet, all the while taking the opportunity to caress her ankles, her feet, her toes. She shivered as his hands went back up under her skirt again, finding her silky panties. She peeled her blouse over her shoulders and tossed it on the couch. She watched him through hooded eyes as he slipped her panties over her thighs, her knees, and then over her feet, while pausing to touch her here and there. The panties ended up on top of her stockings. She reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall down her arms. It dropped to the floor and she kicked it out of her way. Their eyes never left each other’s. The eye contact was more intimate than she expected, but she couldn’t break their gaze. Wearing only her skirt, she climbed over his thighs to straddle him. It pushed up around her waist allowing her bare skin to press against denim.

  With a tilt of her hips, her pussy rubbed the length of his hardness under his jeans. Coarse against her tender skin. But, oh, so good. Just enough abrasiveness to make her whimper for his touch there.

  With one hand caressing her thigh and the other on her breast, he dipped his head and captured a nipple in his lips.

  His mouth was greedy against her skin and she let out a shuddered sigh, and then whimpered when his teeth skimmed her nipple. His fingers worked up her thigh and found her heat. She was wet and ready, and she wanted him to touch her until she came. She wanted, needed, a release.

  She ground against him, against his fingers, against his denim-clad thighs. She rose and fell as his fingers parted her, smoothing over her clit, exploring her creases. He slid a finger and then two into her, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it as his fingers fucked her.

  Small noises escaped her as his mouth explored her other breast, his tongue flicking at the hard point. Her back bowed, her chest pushed toward him, and her head dropped back, her mouth slack. Her eyes fluttered shut. His mouth was relentless, sucking her nipple as he slid his long fingers in and out of her, taking no prisoners. The building tension deep inside made her cry out. She wanted to beg for mercy, for him to bring her over the edge. As he sank his teeth around her nipple and worked his fingers in and out of her, she tensed as she clamped around his fingers and a wave of an orgasm crashed through and over her. Her hips jumped, but he held her tight against him until she finally collapsed. Boneless. Breathless.

  “Fuck,” Cole groaned against her ear. He was still as hard as a rock underneath her. With a sudden move, he stood, lifting her off the couch and into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her bare legs around his waist. She was still weak from the intense orgasm, but he supported her with his arms around her thighs and his hands holding her ass firmly. Like he owned it.

  He strode effortlessly under her weight to a door at the far end of the condo. It had been slightly ajar, but he kicked it open with some force. It banged against the doorstop, making her jump just a little.

  He threw her onto the bed as promised, making her both squeal and laugh. He turned her over onto her belly. No doubt about it, he was taking charge. He unzipped and pulled off her skirt, not so gently.

  This. This is what she wanted. She wanted a man who knew what he wanted and took it with no hesitation.

  And there was none as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Eve looked back over her shoulder at him because she so did not want to miss this.

  He took a step back from the bed, which gave her a chance to scramble to the headboard. A thought flickered through her mind that she should be embarrassed she was buck naked with a man she had met only recently. But she pushed the thought away and leaned against the headboard to watch. Now was not the time to second guess her choices. Oh, no. Now was the time to enjoy the bounty in front of her.

  Her movement caught his eye and he said, “You’re beautiful.”

  She smiled and said, “So are you.”

  His chest was broad and muscled nicely. He had a Boston Bulldogs tattoo over the left pectoral muscle, right over his heart. His other shoulder had a huge tribal tattoo, which ran over his shoulder cap, over his right pectoral muscle, and down his arm. The tattoos didn’t take away from his muscles or his looks, but enhanced them. And so did being hairless, nothing but a teasing little dark line of hair running from his belly button into his jeans. He clearly took pride in his body and kept working out after retirement. She knew one of his main sources of income was starring in ads and being a spokesperson, so he had no choice but to stay in shape. This was a body he worked at, fought for. She’d seen ads with his six-pack so rock solid that it looked like he had zero body fat. But it didn’t look like that here and now. It was there, but not as noticeable, and Eve liked it better that way. He looked like a man, not a superhero with all chiseled muscle. He looked touchable and huggable the way he was right now. Not to mention lickable. Oh, yes.

  He gave her a quick smile when he reached for the button on his jeans. His fingers hesitated barely above it, teasing her, just like that disappearing line of hair.

  “Just do it,” she breathed, wanting to see the rest of him so badly. She was impatient to see all six feet of unadulterated nakedness. Not just what the public saw.

  If only the women at the bar could see what she now had in front of her, they would be fighting her tooth and nail.

  Where on earth had that come from? She had never been a jealous person like that.

  His smile turned broader, and his eyes held a sparkle, pulling Eve away from that thought. She swallowed hard.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

  Eve released her bottom lip; she hadn’t even realized she was biting it. “You. All of you.” Everything. Everything he had to offer.

  Somewhere between his tossing her on the bed and her sitting against the headboard, he had lost his shoes and socks. She did want to see all of him, but she didn’t want to forget the luscious sight she was seeing right now. Cole, shirtless and barefoot, in only a pair of old, worn jeans. She wanted to keep that memory burned in her brain forever. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

  He unsnapped his jeans and struggled a bit with the zipper as his cock strained against it.

  She felt the anticipation like she was a kid unwrapping a Christmas gift and someone had used too much tape.

  He bent over to pull his jeans off completely, and when he straightened…

  “Damn” escaped her lips. Tho

ugh the exclamation was more like a whisper, he had heard her.

  “Surprised?”

  “Uh…no. But I’ve only seen that size on a…” She trailed off and blushed, horrified where her thoughts went.

  “A black man?” he finished for her.

  She could only nod. Though the only ones she’d seen had been in movies or photos.

  “Been with many black men?”

  “No.” In fact, she hadn’t been with many men in general.

  He tilted his head. “Did Ren’s size surprise you last night?” He studied her face, waiting to see how she’d answer. She didn’t owe him an answer, but gave it to him anyway.

  “I didn’t see it.”

  “No?” It was his turn to be surprised. “He must be losing his touch.”

  Not exactly, she thought. His touch had been more than perfect.

  “I’m afraid you think I’m easy.” She wouldn’t be shocked if he did, especially with her being Ren’s date last night and now, here she was getting intimate with Cole tonight.

  “Are you?”

  Direct and to the point, the question made her squirm inside, but it brought this whole scheme of hers home.

  “No.”

  “How many men have you been with?”

  She was stunned he would ask. It was so inappropriate and he clearly had enough manners that he would know it was. She’d only been with less than a handful of men in her life and her anger started to bubble up at his sudden rudeness.

  “How many women have you been with?” She turned the tables on him and he simply stared at her, his expression unreadable. “Oh, and how many men?” His lips thinned out and his eyes darkened. “Double digits? Triple? Why is it okay for men to ‘sow their wild oats,’ but a woman can’t? If she enjoys sex, she’s considered a whore, or a slut, or easy.”

  He moved around to the side of the bed as he considered her words. “You’re right. There’s a double standard. There always has been.” He reached out for her hand, but she pulled away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.”

  She had expected him to fight back, not concede. Her anger dissipated. “I’m sorry for getting angry.”

  “You had every right to be.”

  He reached for her hand again and this time she let him take it.

  “If I was a woman, I’d be considered a ho.” He laughed, which seemed to lighten the mood between them.

  But she wondered about the triple digits. Was it possible? Oh brother! She might have a lot to live up to with his vast experience with both sexes. If that didn’t shake up her confidence a little.

  “I love sex,” he confessed as he climbed onto the bed near her feet. “The human body turns me on.”

  “I do too. I had someone who taught me to love it. He showed me passion, real passion. I learned that sex is way better when there is intimacy too.”

  He grabbed her ankles and slid her down until she was lying on her back. “There’s a difference between fucking and making love,” Cole said, working his way up her body on his knees. “Sometimes I just need to fuck; I need a release. Other times, I want a long, passionate sex session. I want to take my time and appreciate the person I’m with for who they are, what they enjoy. I want to explore my partner fully. Find out what does it for them. Take them to the brink and back again, until they can’t stand it anymore.”

  She rose to her elbows to get a better view of him straddling her hips. His cock was long and thick and pointing directly at her. “We need to stop talking and appreciate each other,” Eve said with a smile and a lick of her lips.

  With almost a growl, he grabbed her hips, slid his body between her legs. He propped her legs over his shoulders and he buried his face against her. She gasped as his tongue plunged into her, working in and out. Pleasure danced over her body and landed at her core as his tongue found her clit and licked. He sucked at it while slipping two fingers into her until they couldn’t go any further. Eve threw her head back and gripped the bedcover with her fists. His tongue caressed every nook and crease of her pussy as his fingers worked her.

  He dipped his finger in her, capturing her wetness. He ran his slick finger over her folds before pressing it against her anus. He circled her, pressing slightly. She had never felt anything like this, had never done anything even close. But he continued to massage her own wetness around her tight hole, pressing harder, then lighter. Never quite breaking the barrier, but massaging her enough to make her cry out and toss her head back.

  Her toes curled and pleasure bolted through her as she came, her hips lifting off the bed, tearing her away from his mouth, her clit far too sensitive so soon after the orgasm.

  His lips glistened as he smiled up at her from between her thighs. “So responsive. So tasty.”

  Eve tried to control her breathing to respond, but she gave up and enjoyed the moment of abandonment. Cole crawled over her and dug in the drawer of the bed stand. He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and quickly sheathed himself.

  He turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips back. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation. She wanted him deep inside her. She wanted him to fuck her long and hard until she lost her damn mind.

  Cole pressed the head of his cock slightly against her slick folds. He slapped her ass, and because she didn’t see it coming, she jumped and squealed at the same time as he rammed himself deep within her. He held her hips as still as he was, fully seated within her. Not a move, not a flinch. Eve’s body stretched around him, trying to accommodate his size. She lifted herself on her elbows, trying to get a little relief, but he filled her completely.

  “God, you are so tight.” His voice was strained; his hands trembled on her hips. He released a long, shuddered breath.

  She straightened her spine and lifted herself a little higher on her arms.

  “Don’t…move.” His fingers pressed hard into her flesh. “I told you I can last more than fifteen minutes, but I’m not so sure right now.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him, at the strain on his face. With eyes closed, his jaw was tight, his mouth slightly open. The sight of him so out of control made her clench her muscles, giving him a squeeze. They both cried out, breathing hard.

  “Fuck me. Make me come,” she pleaded. He was going to drive her nuts if he didn’t move soon.

  And he did just that. One moment so still, the next he pounded her from behind, sliding in and out of her with abandon, his hips slapping against her ass. She dropped back to her elbows and pressed her forehead against the mattress. He was so hard; she was so wet. She made herself relax and open to him even wider, to accept all of him. When she did that, his rhythm lost a beat and he released a strangled noise.

  He reached around and found her clit with his thumb; he circled it and rubbed it until the sensation of an orgasm burst through her like a wave crashing upon rocks. She screamed out as he continued to pound relentlessly, over and over again until she came once more. But this time he came with her, crying out against her back. He struggled to hold her hips up as his cock throbbed deep inside her.

  He let her go and she collapsed to the bed, unable to catch her breath. He followed suit beside her, their chests rising and falling at a rapid rate.

  A few minutes later, he turned to his side and pulled her against him, laying a kiss on her shoulder.

  Once her breathing slowed and her senses returned to her, she looked down the length of his body, appreciating every masculine line and plane of him. His body was the perfect mixture of hardness and softness.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head and he pulled her tighter within his arms.

  “I’m sorry I was so rough. You turned me on so much, I got carried away.”

  She took it as a compliment. “You didn’t hear me complaining, did you?”

  He chuckled, his body vibrating against her.

  He sighed then and pulled away from her. “Sorry, I need to get rid of this.” He got up and padded to the master bathroom to dispose of the condom. He returned in seconds and she watched him approach the bed as if he was water and she was dying of thirst.

  “No tan lines.”

  He paused at the edge of the bed. “What?”

  “You don’t have any tan lines.”

  He climbed back onto the bed and enveloped her in his arms. “Why would I?”

  “Well, your tan is perfect. I’m jealous. I usually just burn. Or freckle.”

  “It’s not a tan. That’s just me.”

  Eve pulled back a little from him and studied his face.

  He looked at her directly and said, “I’m light-skinned.”

  Eve’s eyebrows furrowed and she took a second to wrap her brain around what he had said. “Wait. You’re black?”

  “Technically.”

  “You don’t look black. You look—”

  “White—”

  “With a really good tan. Your skin tone is beautiful.”

  “I’m mixed. My father is black, my mother is white, or really from Italian descent. I could pass for white. I do pass for white, but I’m still officially considered black.” He air-quoted “officially.”

  “Officially. Does the official label really matter?”

  “To some people it does.”

  “I’m not ‘some people.’ Your parents made quite a beautiful baby.”

  He laid a soft kiss against her lips. Eve was shocked when she realized that was their first kiss. They had fucked before they had even kissed!

  “You should see my sister. Absolutely gorgeous. Smart as shit too. Her eyes are greener than mine. She could’ve been a model, but she wanted to go and be a silly astrophysicist.” He laughed.

  “What? Wow! That’s impressive. Your parents must be extremely proud.”

  “Yeah, but she got all the brains. I became a dumb jock.”

  Eve couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. She hoped he was. He had been a very successful pro football player. “You could model.”

  “I do sometimes for ads. I get some great gigs, but…”

  “But?” She prodded him.

  He lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Sometimes I get tired of being in the limelight. It’s calmed down some since I retired, but not enough for me.”

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