“You have plans for tonight?” I heard myself asking.
“Yeah, actually, I have a date.” He looked at me with great satisfaction.
“Oh!” Damn. That came out like a squeak. I had sounded way more surprised than I should have. “Um, sorry to have kept you, then. Have a great time.” I made a great show of smiling as if him going out on a date was the best news I had heard all year.
He smiled tightly. “Yeah, I guess I better have a shower and get into my fancy gear.”
“You don’t need fancy gear. You look wonderful as you are.”
His eyes widened. “Well, thanks,” he said warily.
I flushed red. Jesus, there I went stumbling over my tongue again. I could put that one down to the jetlag, and I fully intended to, but before I could open my mouth he flashed me a smile.
“Goodnight,” he said and stepped back, over the threshold. It wasn’t that he had increased the space between us dramatically, but it was symbolic, and enough to break the moment off between us.
“Night,” I replied.
Without another word he turned right and walked away, leaving me in the room all by myself. I shut the door and looked around the enormous room. Great going, Madison. Well done. You really surpassed yourself tonight.
With a sigh of defeat, I flopped down on to the double bed and did my best to put the odd encounter out of my mind. I was probably just imagining things, thanks to the jetlag. Nothing to get hung up about.
I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.
Quinn
I made my way through to my bedroom and ran my hands across my eyes, as though I could rub the image of Madison away so easily. What the fuck was I thinking? I must be off my head. She was Kevin’s daughter, for fuck’s sake. She should have been off limits, firmly, completely, and forever.
That wasn’t up for debate.
It didn’t matter how good she looked in her skimpy outfit, or how much I wanted to reach out and run my hand along the bare sliver of stomach that she exposed when she stretched up. She was not for me, but even as I changed my shirt and dabbed on some aftershave, I had trouble keeping my mind focused on the thoughts of her. Did she know what she was doing? Did she want me to feel this way?
Fuck it.
I put my wallet into my trouser pocket. There was a very simple explanation to the way I was feeling. It was because I hadn’t seen her in a while. Something in my dumb male brain was kicking in and making me ogle her, like a cartoon dog with its tongue out over a side of meat in a butcher’s window. As soon as I spent some time with her and reminded myself exactly what it was like spending time with a teenager this crazy sexual attraction would naturally fizzle out. Our lives didn’t match up, and it would become clear once we had that dinner she’d suggested.
I made my way back past her room, and paused outside her door. I could already hear her breathing steadily inside. She was probably passed-out asleep. I half-wanted to stick my head in and check up on her, but I knew it would only make things worse. I needed to get this girl out of my head, and fast.
Good thing I had a date to help me do just that.
Victoria and I met through friends at a party a few weeks earlier. At the end of the evening she gave me her number, a kiss, and an impressively energetic blowjob in one of the guest bedrooms, before she’d vanished into the night. She was tall, gorgeous, and sophisticated: exactly the kind of woman I liked to associate with.
I slid into my car and roared out of my driveway. As I reached the traffic lights I suddenly felt a pang of guilt about leaving Madison on her own in the house on her first night. Jesus! What was wrong with me? I was being ridiculous. It wasn’t like she was twelve or something.
She was an adult and I had a date with a very sexy woman whom I knew would definitely be great in the sack. I didn’t need to worry about the teenager who was fast asleep in my guest room. And I certainly didn’t need to wonder what it would be like to see her out of those tight shorts, which showed off her shapely legs.
I arrived at the restaurant, jumped out of my car, and tossed the keys to the valet.
I was almost late so I made my way up the stairs quickly. Victoria was already at the bar, and she waved me over with a dramatic sweep of her hand as soon as she caught my eye.
“Hello,” I said, planting a kiss on her cheek. Her strong, musky perfume hung around in the back of my nostrils even after I’d pulled away.
She smiled. “I’ve ordered a bottle of champagne. Are you okay with that, or do you want something else?”
I sat just as the barman arrived.
“Got a good single malt?” I asked him.
“Got a twenty-five-year old British single malt,” he said with a smile.
I thought of Madison. The whiskey was older than her. “That’s what I’ll have.”
I felt Victoria’s eyes on me, and turned my head to find her staring at me with her mouth slightly parted, the edges curled up into a smile. There was no question what she was thinking about, but I didn’t feel so much as a stirring between my legs as I met her gaze. She was gorgeous, sexy as hell, and made it very clear she was hungry for it, but none of that mattered. All I could think of was Madison asleep in the room next to mine.
“Everything alright?” Victoria asked, frowning, as though she could see what was going through my head.
I plastered on a smile and nodded. “Yeah, sorry. Just had a sudden change of plans this evening and it’s thrown me off a little.”
“Oh?” she said curiously.
I waved my hand casually, dismissing the topic. “I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details.” Yeah, more like I didn’t want to make her jealous with the fact that I had a gorgeous chick living in my house who I couldn’t stop thinking about. I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn’t help it. Something about Madison had burrowed its way into my brain, and built a nest there, and now all I could think about was those baby blue eyes, those legs, those breasts. Oh, damn.
“Fair enough.” Victoria looked back down at the menu, and I could sense the irritation flashing off her in waves. In fairness, she didn’t sign up for this. No doubt she did not envision a dinner date where I spent the majority of it thinking about some other women.
My whiskey arrived. It was good.
I did my best to clear my head, and focus on the opportunity at hand. Victoria looked amazing, her long dark hair swept up into a complicated updo, and her deep scarlet dress hung from her curves with just the right amount of cling. I let my eyes creep down her body. Maybe this would distract me from the inappropriate ideas that just wouldn’t stop invading my skull.
The rest of the night went on in the same vein, with me trying to convince myself that nothing was wrong, all the while knowing I was being as much of an asshole to Victoria as I was to myself. Every time the conversation paused for a second, I found my mind drifting back to the girl, asleep in my house, only a couple of dozen blocks away. She was just so fucking…tantalizing. Even with an accomplished woman like Victoria in front of me, I couldn’t shake the thought of Madison’s big blue eyes from my head, and it grated the hell out of me.
The bill arrived and I watched Victoria do something mind-blowingly sexy with the complimentary chocolate truffles that came with it.
“I can do the same with your balls,” she whispered, her eyes smoky with promise.
“We should go,” I said.
“Would you like to come back to my place? For a nightcap?”
I looked down at her for a second before I replied. She was sophisticated and smart, and knew how to hold a conversation even when one half of it had checked out entirely, but my mind was somewhere else, and I knew I’d never forgive myself if I went home with her and didn’t give her my all.
I didn’t want to disappoint her, and, even though I could have just accepted her invitation and had a pretty decent night, that wasn’t my jam these days. I was used to the finer things in life, and a night
of mediocre, distracted sex wasn’t exactly what I would define as “fine”.
“I’d love to, but I have to get back home. Got an early start tomorrow.” I raised my shoulders apologetically. “But I had a good time.”
Her face fell.
“I’ll see you again soon, I hope?”
“Yeah, if you like,” she nodded. She could barely hide her disappointment.
I frowned. Was I being an idiot? Should I have just gone for it? No, no, that wasn’t my style. Leave them wanting more if you leave them wanting anything. That had always been my approach to life.
I stood and so did she.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” she asked, hooking her hand through my arm as we made our way out of the restaurant. It was warm outside, but the rain had stopped enough that there were actually a few free taxis out on the street once again.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I assured her.
She leaned in, pressing her body against mine in that subtle way women like her learned years ago. “Thanks for the lovely dinner. Let’s do this again very soon.”
“I would love to,” I promised her. I was being serious, too. Victoria was probably just the kind of distraction I needed from Madison, an older woman to remind me exactly why I dated women of my own age, and not students barely out of school. I’d look back on this first date as nothing more than a brief stumbling block on something I hoped would be a beautiful, fun filled, sexual experience.
I kissed her cheek, and waved down a taxi for her. We stood in silence as it pulled up, and I fought to think of something charming to say to see her off.
“I’ll call you soon?” I managed at last.
“Right.” She nodded, and this time she couldn’t hide her disappointment. She looked crushed. I think she never truly gave up hope she would somehow persuade me back to her place.
“Honestly, I’m just distracted with the stuff that came up last minute,” I blurted out. “I really do want to see you again soon.”
“Me too.” She grinned. Her worry washed away in one little lie. She planted a kiss on the corner of my mouth and dived into the taxi, waving at me from inside, and smiling as she leaned back against the seats. I stood and watched until she vanished off into the night. I couldn’t help having the funny feeling I might have been wrong about her. She could actually be one of those super clingy women disguised as an independent, sexually unrepressed go-getter.
Then the valet brought my car around, and I was on my way back to Madison once more.
Quinn
I tiptoed in quietly. It felt bizarre. I hadn’t sneaked in after a night out since I was a young boy, but I didn’t want to wake Madison. She was probably exhausted, judging by all the traveling she’d been doing in the last day or so. I made my way past the guest room, but I couldn’t hear her steady breathing through the door. I furrowed my brow, but ignored the warning signs flashing in my head as I made my way to my room. I opened the door and my breath hitched.
Madison slept in my bed.
She lay curled up on top of the covers. Her jean shorts kicked off and piled in a small heap at the end of my bed along with her shoes. She wore one of my T-shirts which had ridden all the way up her fine body. She was naked waist down except for a white thong – not that it did much to cover her up.
My eyes snapped down to her legs, her thighs, her ass. As though they were being dragged by magnets, my dazed, excited gaze, zeroed in on her pussy. Jesus, what a fucking gorgeous pussy. The string of her thong had sliced through the puffy lips leaving it exposed in all its pink glory.
My dick was rock hard. I wanted to walk up to her and plunge into that sweet pussy, but my hand jerked and I pulled the door shut.
I leaned up against it, and ran my fingers through my hair, raking my nails against my scalp in the hopes the pain would wake me up, and make me realize how incredibly stupid and deviant I was being.
What in the name of fuck are you doing?
She was asleep. A guest in my house. She didn’t come here to be ogled while she tried to catch some rest. I was disgusting. I needed to leave her the fuck alone, and scrub out the image of her naked body from my head at once.
And another voice said, oh yeah? Then what the fuck is she doing in your bed?
She was just a kid. She was Kevin’s kid for crying out loud.
I strode down the corridor and into the living room, where I poured myself a truly large glass of scotch. I had had a couple of glasses of wine over dinner, not enough to get me drunk, but enough to lay the groundwork for that scotch to take me to the next level.
I shuddered as I gulped it down, praying it would bleach what I’d just seen from my head. But no, my brain seemed determined to cling on to the image no matter what. I get angry with myself. For fuck’s sake, I was turning into some kind of old pervert, eyeing up a girl who had nowhere to stay but my house. I needed to pull myself together, and right now. If Kevin knew what had been going through my head in that split second, he would beat the shit out of me, and I would deserve it too.
I lay down on the couch, tucked my hands up into my chest, and tried to catch some sleep. It took forever, but I had almost dozed off when I heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs, making their way toward me. I snapped upright.
“Quinn?”
Her long hair was loose and messy. It lay in waves around her breasts. My T-shirt just about covered her pussy. And I knew exactly what that looked like.
“Jesus,” I muttered, shielding my eyes from her as though she was the sun. “Put some clothes on.”
“I’m sorry. I had a bad dream.” She rubbed one of her eyes with her closed fist, and crossed her legs at the ankles, wobbling precariously. “Can I just…lie with you? For a little bit?”
I knew I should have said no. That was the only acceptable reaction to her request. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself I shouldn’t, I didn’t have it in me to say no. I was tired, the alcohol had worn me down, the irresistible sight of her in my T-shirt and knowing what was underneath, was enough to break down any resolve I had built up.
“Fine.” I sighed.
“Thank you,” she yawned, and came over to me on the couch.
I shifted to make room for her, but she lay down directly in front of me and curled herself up against my body. I held my hands away from her, as though she was red-hot, but eventually, I let one settle awkwardly on the side of her waist. It wasn’t too intimate, and I had to put it somewhere, after all.
Soon enough she had closed her eyes again and started to fall back off to sleep. The steady rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic in its calmness. I did my best to match my breathing to hers, but I was so damn consumed by her presence it was hard to keep my head straight.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shifted my body away from hers. Her response was instant. She nestled herself further into me. There was no getting away from this. I moved my head further away from her, and found my cheek tickled by a strand of her long hair. It smelled of apples, and the scent enveloped me. I closed my eyes, determined not to fold.
Suddenly, I felt her ass pressing back into me.
What the fuck! This wasn’t just the shifting of someone trying to get comfortable. She meant that. I opened my eyes as she twisted her head around to look at me. Her gaze flashed with something playful and sensual, and just like that I was rock hard against the firm flesh of her ass. She ran her teeth over her bottom lip, and my eyes were drawn to how soft and full they were. She knew what she was doing. Fuck, she knew.
“You can have me if you want,” she murmured, her voice breathy and whispery.
My cock twitched at her offer. I closed my eyes and shook my head, but my fingers were already sliding down her body, as if of their own accord. I had to force myself to remove them before they took things further than I wanted.
“No, we can’t,” I grated, shoving her so she was driven upright. “You need to get back to your own bed.”
“Come on, Quinn.” She bent over, my T-s
hirt hanging away from her chest, allowing me a tantalizing glimpse of her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her ripe breasts looked as though they would have fit perfectly into the palm of my hand.
“No, Madison!” I warned, my voice harsher this time. “Go. To. Your. Bed.”
“But I want to stay with you,” she pleaded.
“Now,” I said between clenched teeth.
“Fine,” she pouted. Shooting me a look over her shoulder, she made her way out of the living room.
My head was so hazy with arousal I had to fight the urge to go after her, to scoop her up into my arms, carry her to my bed like a fucking caveman, pin her down, and fuck the shit out of her, but I knew I had to let her go. I had no choice. It was for the best, even my lust induced brain could see that.
I heard her close her door, and I flopped back into the couch and exhaled. If I ignored my erection I hoped it would soon subside. Because…damn, if that girl didn’t know how to turn me on. She seemed to take great pleasure in doing so too. I was almost annoyed at how easily she’d been able to get me to pop wood, and how hellishly difficult it had been to send her away.
But I had, and it was all that mattered.
The real question was. For how long though?
Quinn
I woke early, my head banging from the drinks I had rashly mixed last night, and a sour taste in my mouth. And the first fucking thing that came into my mind: Madison. And there she remained as I switched on the coffee machine and went past her room into mine.
In the shower, I braced my hand against the tiles, fisted my erect cock, and remembered her pussy. All those wet, pink folds with nothing to cover them but a single, white string. She was a horny, dirty girl with the sweetest pussy I had ever seen. I quickened my strokes. My heart raced, my breathing became faster. I thought about ramming into her while she slept. I was almost there.
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