Dare (The Dare Trilogy)

by Sara Frost

  “Don’t say that!” Cam placed both his arms around her, drawing her close to his body so that she felt both small and very protected at the same time. “To be honest, if I think Dan had continued driving we wouldn’t have made it in one piece.”

  She kissed him. “Thank you,” she replied. “Is he always like that?”

  “Dan? A royal pain in the ass? No. Usually he’s much worse.”

  She laughed at this and, giving him another peck on the cheek, she let him hold her for a second. “That was really sweet what you did.”

  “What?”

  “Booking this place, for the guys. I mean, there obviously had been some kind of screw up, and it was great the way you stepped in.”

  Cam grimaced at this. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t happen too often.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He sighed and released her from his grip. “I don’t really want the other guys to know—hell, I shouldn’t be telling you either, but it’s starting to eat me up a little.” He went and sat down on the bed.

  “What is it?” Dianne asked, coming and sitting beside him on the mattress, her face showing concern.

  “It’s probably nothing, but... well, I know from Johnny that Optima’s not doing quite as well as they could. The last album... downloads were so-so. Darius is keen to start another US tour, but the record label’s unwilling to back him until they see how things pan out in Europe first. I’m just hoping that today is a genuine oversight and not a trend. Ah, shit, I’m sorry. I should have told you all this before asking you to come along.”

  Dianne raised a finger to his lips. “Look,” she said. “It’s not the end of the world. Just relax and let’s see what happens.” Bringing her face to his, she began to kiss him again, this time sliding her tongue into the warmth of his mouth as her hand snaked along his chest, feeling his muscles beneath his shirt.

  They rolled backwards on the bed, she half on top of him as her face dipped towards his again and again, biting his lip gently and teasing him as she felt her breast squashed against him, one hand pressed against the massive lump in his jeans. Then, glancing up at the clock, she let out a sigh.

  “Come on,” she said. “You better get ready. You’ll be on in about two hours.”

  He stared at her. “There’s plenty of time.”

  She frowned at this. “I don’t want to be responsible for making you late. You need to eat as well. All you’ve had are snacks in the van since we left Calais. You must be starving.”

  “I am, but it’s a different kind of hunger.”

  She sniggered at this. “I bet. But at least make sure you have a shower before you go on stage.”

  “Do I smell that much?” He looked outraged at the suggestion.

  “Maybe not, but I could do with a clean up.”

  Raising his eyebrow, a cheeky smile crossed Cam’s face. “Then why not let’s clean up together?”

  His smile was infectious and Dianne returned it with interest as she lifted herself from the bed, leading him forward with one hand towards the en suite. As she backed into the bathroom, she released his hand and began to unbutton the blouse she wore, with each flick of her fingers showing a little more flesh, her cleavage starting to reveal itself, heavy breasts pushed up by her bra.

  The effect on Cam was electric, as Dianne knew it would be. The lump in his jeans was becoming bigger and bigger, swelling down his thigh and he paused to pull his T-shirt across his broad shoulders, his magnificent pecs glistening slightly in the reflected light. If the sight of her disrobing had caused his erection to swell, the sight of his naked torso decorated with ink made Dianne’s crotch become even wetter.

  Flinging her shirt to one side, she began to unzip her jeans, kicking off her shoes as she did so. Cam’s grin was even bigger now as he bent down, tugging his trousers off so that his cock sprang out. Dianne groaned when she saw it: her memory wasn’t playing her false—it was huge.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned, forgetting all about removing her own jeans now and instead dropping to her knees in front of him.

  Cam gasped as she took hold of his cock, bringing it to her mouth and licking all around the engorged, purpling head. She rolled the ring that pierced his slit around with her tongue before bringing her mouth over him, letting his erection stretch her lips wide as she tried to push herself down as far as she could go onto it.

  Holding her hair with one hand and groaning as she squeezed his shaft while she fellated him, Cam let his other hand slide down her front, pushing down one of the cups of her bra, exposing her nipple stiff with excitement, the flesh of her breast soft and inviting. As she continued to suck him, her head bobbing up and down now, he played with her, squeezing the nipple and teasing her back.

  “Oh, Christ,” she moaned, letting him slip from her mouth for a moment as she continued to masturbate and stroke his shaft. “I am so fucking wet!”

  He smiled at this, his eyes glittering fiercely. “Well, we’ll just have to make you even wetter before we finish.”

  He released her grip from him and crossed to the shower, the tight buns of his buttocks clenching as he leaned across and turned on the water. Dianne fumbled with her jeans, kicking them off as she watched him, desperate to be naked as quickly as possible. As the water began to splash across his muscular shoulders, his dark hair slick and wet in the flood, she almost came, her own knickers soaking as she pushed them down her thighs and kicked them off.

  She had not yet finished unhooking her bra when he reached out with one long arm, grabbing hold of her and dragging her towards the shower. For a split second she almost snapped at him prudishly, some hidden reserve wanting to make sure she was completely naked before she got in with him—then all hell broke loose and she laughed as she let herself be dragged beneath the warm spurts of water, her bra becoming transparent as Cam tugged at its clasps.

  For a few moments they explored each other with their hands as they kissed and kissed and kissed in the water. Both of them were utterly wet now, tongues pushing into each other’s mouth and sucking up the hot water as well as their hot breath. Cam squeezed Dianne’s breasts with one hand, digging his fingers into her yielding flesh as his other hand moved between her legs, hunting out her slit and rubbing along it as she opened up even more.

  For her part, Dianne slid her hand along his shaft, so massive that just holding it made her gasp and groan. As she masturbated it, the head of him rose above her navel, the ring a moment of coldness on her belly and she thought her legs would buckle. This made Cam move his hand from her pussy to her ass, holding the pliant flesh and pulling her up against him as they continued to devour each other.

  “God, I fucking want you!” he growled, his eyes hooded with desire.

  “I’m yours—you don’t know how fucking much I’m yours!” she gasped. Whatever doubts she may have had barely an hour before about being with him were banished now, replaced by a feral hunger. She was so open now, so ravenous for him, that she couldn’t consider anything else.

  If she was his, then in that instant he was also hers—at the very least, his cock belonged to her completely. As she masturbated him furiously, the sensation of that hot length in her palms, her small fingers barely able to circle it, she felt an orgasm building up and Cam took advantage of this, pushing his own hand between her legs from behind, one fingertip finding out her wet pussy and sliding into her. She whimpered as he entered her—but at no point did she let go of her tight grip on his erection.

  Instead, as he pushed her back against the tiled wall, the hard, cold surface making her gasp in shock because of the contrast to the warm, steaming water and the heat of his body, she looked down at the mighty thing she held in her hands. If the water from the shower was a flood over their bodies, then between her legs a very different flood was starting to pour.

  Bending slightly, Cam let her guide the tip of him to the source of that soaking desire as he placed both of his hands at the top of her thighs, just beneath the curve of he
r buttocks, lifting her up from the floor of the shower. She groaned again as she rubbed his pierced cock against her slit, feeling its tingling metal against the soft, smooth skin of her labia.

  Cam was breathing more heavily now. She did not weigh so much in his arms and he could hold her up easily, she knew that, but his own lust was beginning to course through his body like a fire—one which the water cascading around them did nothing to douse but, by contrast, stirred all the more. She gripped him tightly in her fist now as he began to buck against her, each thrust of his buttocks squashing her against the wall.

  And then he was in and Dianne could no longer hold back a scream of pleasure. “Oh fuck! Oh! Bloody hell!” Perhaps no more than an inch was inside her, as her hand continued to squeeze the base of his shaft, making him groan, but he was so thick that even that small amount stretched her open and made her start to shake with a violent orgasm, her legs trembling as he held them up.

  When she had calmed down a little, he shifted his hands slightly, bringing up her thighs so that they could rest around his hips, her calves and dainty feet falling down across his buttocks. She let go of his cock at last—he was hers in a different way now, buried deep inside her, and she grabbed hold of his shoulders and back with her arms, gripping on to him for dear life as he began to slide in and out of her more deeply.

  For a while she could do nothing more than dangle there, her arms holding onto him, her feet bouncing up and down as he thrust into her, filling her up so that she felt the ring in his cock pressing against her cervix. Her field of vision was covered in sparks of fire as wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through her, her breasts and nipples—so sensitive now—compressed by the strong muscles in his chest.

  Her senses reviving slightly, she lifted her mouth to his and began to kiss him, staring into the depths of his blue eyes for a moment before closing her own and giving herself up to him completely. He began to force himself inside her harder now, making her gasp before she sucked on his lip and his tongue, wanting to drag as much of him inside her as possible.

  “Fuck me, fuck me,” she began to moan after a while. He said nothing but pulled her body further up the wall, bending his knees slightly so that he could do what she thought was impossible and enter her even more deeply. She cried out at this, her head pressed back against the ceramic tiles, her wet, black hair matted to the surface. Hot water splashed over her face and his back as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, biting her ears, until she desperately clasped her mouth to his again, her screams of pleasure muffled by his lips as he bucked harder and harder into her.

  And now she could feel it again, the intense, vibrating pulsing of his cock as his seed began to rise inside him. “Oh God! Oh God!” she whimpered pathetically, her eyes wide and her fingernails digging into his back. It was as though she could feel every inch of him inside her, the walls of her pussy rippling in sympathy with the bulging movements of his cock as it began to spurt deep into her womb. Her face was a grimace, all sense lost as she cried out incoherently, losing herself in a flood of water, lust and orgasmic desire.

  He had to hold her for a while after that, his cock still hard inside her at first as her entire body trembled, shaking against his. His strong hands held her up and she gripped him tightly with her legs, still wrapped around his buttocks and waist, a reflex action to the pulses that still shook her deep inside.

  He kissed her again, more gently now, and she responded to him delicately. Her head felt incredible, as though she was utterly elated but could also fall apart at any moment. Slowly, softly, he brought her back to reality as his erection began to subside and slipped out of her, his arms supporting her in the shower until her strength was sufficient for her to support herself.

  As he held her upright, kissing her along her wet neck which she curved towards his lips, she reached across for the soap and began to lather it along his cock which now dangled thickly between his thighs. At her touch it began to revive a little and she laughed at this.

  “When did you get it pierced?” she asked, her own pussy quivering a little at the thought of how much pleasure his erection could give her.

  “Oh, about three or four years ago, not long after I’d left uni. Some girl I was seeing at the time was into piercings and she suggested it.”

  Dianne suddenly felt uncomfortable at this suggestion of another woman—partly out of jealousy and also the realisation that, in contrast to the previous night, she hadn’t taken up any protection. Cam felt her body tense. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” she lied, which made him frown.

  “Come on. I know that’s not true. What’s the matter?”

  “I just... I just better remember to take my pill,” she mumbled.

  He stared at her in confusion for a moment, then his face cleared though it remained serious. “You don’t need to worry,” he told her. “You know, about anything else.”

  She laughed, a little nervously. “How romantic I’m being. I really know how to spoil the mood.”

  He shook his head at this and, taking the soap from her hands, began to lather it up so that he could softly apply the suds to her breasts. “It’s okay. It’s important. Despite appearances, I don’t go shagging anyone I meet—in fact, I haven’t been with someone else for a while now.”

  She snorted at this, but he stared at her intently so that she couldn’t mock him—especially as his hands were making slow circles around her breasts, massaging them so sweetly that she was opening up again.

  “Why not?” she asked at last.

  “Oh, you know,” he said. “The usual. Broken heart and all that.”

  “Someone broke your heart?” Despite the sensation of his hands on her chest, she had to scoff at this. “I find that hard to believe.”

  He shrugged, not stopping the gentle motion of his hands. “Suit yourself,” he replied with a smile. “But, if it makes you feel better, I gave blood last month, and I came up clean—so really, there’s no need to worry about that.”

  She blushed at this and dipped her eyes away from his. Now she was utterly confused. Part of her was as horny as hell, wanting to grab him and have him take her again right there; another part of her was ashamed at the fact she was so transparent and easy to read; and finally, she felt the beginnings of jealousy at the thought of what kind of woman could break Cam Fraser’s heart.

  She tried to push these and other thoughts to one side as they climbed from the shower, laughing as they dried each other off. In the main room, she began to pull clothes from her bag as Cam rummaged through a suitcase, popping back into the bathroom when he had found what he needed in order to shave.

  He had also pulled on his jeans when he came back through and, while Dianne applied makeup she also found plenty of time to ogle that perfect V-shaped torso of his, with its toned pecs and six pack abdomen. She also liked the fact that his mouth fell open when he saw what she was wearing.

  “Wow!” he said at last. “I like it—I like it a lot!”

  “I’m glad,” she said. “It’s kind of girly and kick-ass at the same time.”

  She was wearing stockings and a short skirt, as well as a bustier top that presented her cleavage to best effect as well as showing off the ink on her arm—but her calves were almost entirely clad in a huge pair of biker style boots, the solid, thick leather making the overall effect look somewhat kinky as well as assertive.

  “You can kick my butt any day of the weak,” Cam gasped in appreciation, coming over to the side of the bed and picking up a clean T-shirt. Before he pulled it on, he bent over and kissed her appreciatively on the side of her neck. Then he paused.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, sensing his stillness.

  Without answering her, he came in front of her and crouched down. He was staring up at her face, his blue eyes glinting with some inner mischief.

  “Open your legs,” he said, very quietly.

  “Have we got time for that?” she asked, smirking but also frowning. “You
’ve got less than an hour till your on stage.”

  He raised an eyebrow but did not answer her question. “Open your legs,” he repeated, again his voice very low.

  Feeling her abdomen tremble with excitement, Dianne did as she was told. To her surprise, Cam slid his hands along her stockinged legs to her knickers and began to roll them down her thighs.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly bringing her legs together again. “We don’t have time for that!”

  “I know,” he said with a grin. “And that’s not what I’m after.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  His grin broadened. “I want a lucky token, while I’m on stage.”

  At first she tried to fumble with his hands but he refused to budge. Slowly, realising what he was asking, she looked at him in a jumble of emotions.

  “You don’t know the effect it will have on me,” he said softly, “knowing you’re in the audience without any panties on. I promise you, if you do this for me, I’ll give you the best performance you’ve ever seen in your life.”

  “This skirt’s awfully short,” Dianne began to protest. “I’ll do it gladly in my jeans.”

  Cam shook his head. “It has to be that skirt. Fuck! I’m getting a boner the length of my arm at the thought of it.” Although she could see there was some truth in that, Dianne began to protest again. “Go on,” he said, holding her with his gaze. “I dare you.”

  That word again. She knew it was stupid, but there was something about Cam’s dares that affected Dianne deeply. Without saying a word, she lifted herself up from her seat ever so slightly, allowing him to continue to slide her knickers down. As he did so, her skirt flipped upwards, showing the trim line of pubes that reached to the top of her pussy.

  When he had pulled her knickers free, he raised them to his lips to kiss them and stuffed them inside his jeans pockets. “Like I say,” he told her. “These will bring me luck.” At this, he then bent his head down and placed a kiss on her pubis, his lips pressing firmly into her warm flesh and making her groan.