Dare (The Dare Trilogy)

by Sara Frost

  “Just some German magazine. Kind of a what’s on guide. There’s even something in here about us?”

  “Really?” she asked, reaching out her hand eagerly. To her surprise, Cam pulled it away. When she looked up at him, he was blushing.

  “Well,” he said reluctantly at last, “when I say there’s something about us, it’s really about Optima, with just a couple of lines about Black Ark.”

  “Let me see,” she said slightly more forcefully. “Hey, at least you made it into a magazine. What have I had written about me? Absolutely nothing.”

  “Oh, I’m sure that’ll change,” Cam replied with a smile, handing her the magazine.

  She flicked through the magazine, coming at last to a double page spread dominated by photos of Darius and other members of Optima. Scanning the text, she found the name of Black Ark but couldn’t read the lines. “What does it say?”

  “Not much, just that we’ll be supporting them on Berlin and throughout the rest of their European tour.”

  “Well,” she replied to this, handing him back the magazine and snuggling up to him, “I’m sure after your performance tonight there’ll be a lot more about you in the media here soon. You were amazing.”

  “Amazing, eh? High praise indeed coming from you.”

  She glanced up at him and saw that he was staring down at her. “Am I that much of a bitch?” she asked.

  This caught him by surprise and then he laughed, shaking his head. “No, you’re not a bitch. You just have... high standards. I’ll be honest, it annoyed me a bit when I first met you—I’m not used to, well, you know, having women be critical of me.” This made Dianne arch one eyebrow and open her mouth to speak, but he lifted a hand as he continued to explain: “I realise, though, that there’s a lot more to you than meets the eye. You don’t give out praise lightly, and you’ve got real talent—and I’m not just saying that. You’ve got real talent.”

  “Thank you,” she said, mollified by this and placing her head on his chest. She loved the scent of his skin, fresh with soap, and kissed him gently. Something else occurred to her, however and she lifted her head back up slightly, looking towards his handsome face and blue eyes.

  “I do have high standards, you know. That goes for a lot of things.”

  He smiled warmly at this. “I guess I should be flattered.”

  “You should.” Her fingers came up to his washboard abdomen, softly stroking the musles and skin. “I like you, Cam. I like you a lot.”

  This made him frown slightly. He was recognising something in the tone of her voice. “And I like you. A lot.”

  “It suddenly occurred to me,” she said. “This is the longest I’ve been with a guy for years. I’m not really a slut, you know but... well, they tend to be short affairs, even one-night stands. I don’t want to get hurt.”

  “I won’t hurt you,” he said quietly.

  “Are you sure?” She stared at him, accusingly, and he looked back at her completely baffled for a moment. Then a flash of intelligence filled his eyes. “You mean Elizabeth, don’t you.”

  She nodded.

  “That night, in Paris. I’ve explained. She was playing me along—and I do need to apologise for that. I shouldn’t have gone along with it, but, hey, I’m a stupid man and sometimes even I get a kick out of being flattered. But she was really interested in you. I’m pretty sure she was doing Darius’s dirty work for him.”

  Still Dianne stared at him. “But wouldn’t you like to fuck her in the ass, like she offered? I mean, isn’t that what all men want?”

  He opened his mouth and closed it at this, his eyes looking pained. “How can you even ask that?” he asked. He began to pull away from her, but Dianne grabbed his hand, forcing him to look back at her.

  Without saying a word, she slid backwards along the bed, pulling down the sheet that covered his lower half as she did so. His own fingers ran through her hair, still damp and sticking to her shoulders, and his face looked at her in slight confusion—a look so emotionally vulnerable that Dianne felt herself opening inside, a thrill running through her loins as she thought of what she was about to do.

  Her own fingers were clinging to the sheet, slowly dragging it along Cam’s muscular thighs. The pubis, as clean as the rest of his shaved torso, came into view, and the shaft of his cock, already thickening in anticipation of what was coming. Pulling the sheet completely free of his genitals, she saw the heavy member twitch sideways, the steel ring in the tip of him glinting in the light as it bounced up and fell back against his leg, gravity succeeding in dragging down the heavy weight against the blood that was starting to flow through it.

  Cam leaned forward for a moment, as though to lift her head to his, but she quickly raised her hands, pushing him away, and he settled back down on the bed, watching her intently as she lowered her face to his loins again. For the moment, this was between her and his cock—that beautiful, immense thing that was shifting and stirring again as her breath played across its veined surface.

  Her robe had fallen open a little, and she could feel her breasts hanging down, the weight of them deliciously satisfying against her ribs. Raising her fingers, she softly stroked the length of Cam, taking him into the palm of her hand, feeling the heft of him heavy in her fingers. Her breath became a little staccato, more excited as with a sudden twitch his cock seemed to grow another inch, lifting up from her own hand so that it pointed towards her lips, the head purple now, hungry for action just as she was hungry to eat it. She rolled her thumb along the soft, silky skin of his glans, savouring the contrast of the hot, yielding flesh and hard, cooler steel, then grasped his shaft in her fingers, tightening her grip as she began to masturbate him.

  Cam lay back, one arm on the bed, the other behind his head so that his chest formed a wonderful V towards his narrow waist. He did not need to be told that for the moment he was to stay still, and his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. For the moment, his huge cock was Dianne’s toy and he was content to let her play with it.

  Her lips came closer, and a strand of wet hair fell across his abdomen. She brushed it away and then bent her mouth down further, opening it, letting the tip of her tongue flicker across the head of him, tasting him. Wider, wider she pushed open her mouth, so that now it could take the entire head of him into her, sucking for a moment, letting her saliva dribble across the smooth glans and tempting ring. With her wetness on him, she then drew back, sliding those sweet lips along his length, smearing it with her spittle, making him wet.

  Cam was watching her still, not moving, letting her take the lead. This made her grin. He still didn’t quite know yet what was coming.

  Now when she moved her head above his erection again, taking him into her mouth and forcing it down a couple more inches so that it filled her, almost touching the back of her throat and making her gag slightly for a second, she let her hand move down between the cleft of his buttocks. She pushed softly against a thigh and he, ever responsive, slid one leg across the sheet.

  Her finger moved to his anus, probing his asshole gently. Pausing in her oral play with his cock, she removed her mouth and sucked her finger, again grinning at him with wet lips as she looked at him. His smile was a pure smirk of pleasure. “You dirty fucking bitch,” he said warmly. She winked at him and dipped her head down to him again.

  Sucking him, enjoying the sensation of his hard flesh in her mouth, so sexy that she was almost drooling, her spittle running down his shaft, she pushed her wet fingertip against his ass once more. The flesh there was soft but also tight, and she had to apply pressure to her hand to make the tip enter him, causing him to gasp. She felt rather than saw him clench the sheets and, though he had been passive until then, his hand came up and grabbed her hair, fingers locking in the damp strands.

  Still she sucked, her head bobbing up and down as he held onto her—and still she pushed the single digit into him, more deeply now so that it sank almost to the knuckle. Drawing it in and out, he gasped as she went down on hi
m and fingered his asshole, and then his grip on her head tightened.

  “Wait,” he said. “Fucking hell! Wait a minute.”

  She lifted her mouth from his cock and smiled at him, her lips smeared with wetness. She was almost dripping elsewhere, her pussy opening wider, eager to be fucked.

  “Why?” she asked, her expression sultry. “Don’t you like it?” She still toyed with his asshole, more gently now, as she spoke.

  “I fucking love it!” he groaned. “But I’m going to cum in a moment if you’re not careful.”

  “I don’t mind,” was her reply, but he shook his head.

  “Not yet. Not until I make you cum first.”

  She let him draw her back onto the bed, her head sinking into the pillow as her robe fell open, revealing her breasts which rose from her chest, her belly flat and one thigh lifted slightly so that her leg formed a V shape. She was already completely wet as Cam’s strong, masculine body slid downwards, pausing over her one breast, taking the nipple between his lips and sucking it, leaving traces of saliva on the soft, smooth skin.

  As he teased her this way, his other hand moved between her legs which she parted, letting his fingers find her soaking slit. One digit slid along her wet labia and then pushed into her, making her gasp and her back arch, her breast pushed up into his mouth so that he suckled on her more voraciously. When he lifted his head, his own grin was infectious.

  Now he moved even further down her body, his massive cock hanging down between his thighs as he shifted into position, taking each of her ankles in his hands and gently pushing them backwards so that her knees rested on her chest. Lowering his mouth, he began to kiss her pubis, his nose nuzzling against her as he tickled her belly. When his mouth descended to her pussy, she sighed and reached one hand between her rolled back legs, tousling his hair as he began to lick her.

  Alternating between sucking her clitoris and labia, and pushing his tongue into her vulva, one of his hands moved away from her legs to the curve of her buttocks, making her tremble as it pressed against her anus. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Yes! Yes! Play with my ass.”

  She felt as though her stomach was going to flip. This was not the first time that Dianne had experienced anal play, but that unsatisfactory time was nothing like the hunger, the desire she felt now. She had some dim memory of pain and discomfort, but this time her body felt as though it was not in her control, that it wanted to do everything, to feel everything.

  All the time he continued to lick and caress her with his mouth, his finger gently probed her, testing her. She could feel her juices trickling down into the crevice between her buttocks, naturally lubricating her hole for his digit which began to enter her, making her groan once more. “Oh fuck!” she gasped. “Oh, yes!”

  Her sphincter was stretching a little around him now as he pushed into the knuckle, all the time licking and fucking her with his mouth. Her nipples were hard, stiff, erect little buttons on her generous breasts, and she held one leg up in the air, enjoying the tension in her muscles as she kept it high, her other sliding over Cam’s shoulders, pulling him into her.

  She felt the strangest sensation as his finger slid from her ass and he moved his head slightly, rimming her sweet hole, softly entering her with his tongue. Moving her hand from his hair, she began to rub her clitoris, feeling the soaking cum on her fingertips, her clit a solid bud that tingled and burned as she masturbated herself. Her mouth was opening in a silent O, and she could no longer hold her leg up as she began to orgasm. Instead she clenched both legs around Cam’s head as he licked and played with her ass, gripping him and her hand as her body racked and twitched, her back arching.

  She lost all track of time, having no sense of how long he was down there between her legs. As she pushed herself onto him, she was dimly aware of his mouth moving away from her ass, of one, then two fingers entering her as he licked and sucked her pussy, her own hand rubbing furiously. At last she could take no more, her orgasm so intense that she clamped her thighs in a spasm around her hand, rolling sideways away from him as her whole body shuddered.

  “Are you okay?” he asked when she could look at him at last, her eyes hooded and her face burning with the blood in her cheeks. She nodded and he bent down, his mouth hovering over her face. She reached up and kissed him, not caring that she could taste her own pussy on him, sucking in his tongue, her hand reaching between his legs and tugging on his huge erection almost brutally, desperate for more.

  He started to rise above her but she quickly moved her hands, placing them on his chest and firmly but gently pushing him away. “Lie down,” she said, almost breathlessly.

  As he did so, that massive cock rising up long and proud, she reached across him towards the drawer beside the bed, feeling the heat of their two bodies mingling as she did so. She fumbled with the drawer and, once she had pulled out a condom, she fumbled again, trying to open it. He helped her then after she had ripped open the packet, sliding the slippery rubber across his erection, pulling it down so that his cock glistened, slick and large.

  She was trembling again now, and for the briefest moment she wondered if she was doing the right thing. It was just so big! So fucking big! But she wanted it—some animal instinct inside her wanted everything, to let go, to purge the faults of the previous hour in an intense, mindless, ecstatic fuck.

  Her pussy was still soaking wet as she threw one thigh across his body, rubbing the slick tip of his erection against her labia, pressing her sex against the steel ring. She grasped him with one hand as she lifted herself up on her knees, pushing the fingers of her other hand into her mouth, slathering them with her saliva before she reached around behind herself, rubbing around her asshole which still tingled from his play.

  Her heart was beating hard now as she moved his cock slightly, placing it between her buttocks. She was nervous but also almost frantic. She wanted him—she wanted this.

  Cam was staring up at her intently, his beautiful lips parted slightly, his blue eyes shining as he stared at her, his hair messed up and the muscles in his neck and shoulders straining slightly. Her hand flailed free as she moved it away from her ass, the fingers of the other still clamped around his member, and he reached up to hold her tightly, reassuring her with his touch.

  She pushed down. She could feel his cock bending slightly as she did so, and her ass, willing as it was, resisted him. Adjusting her position slightly, her breasts shuddering with each breath, her thighs trembling, she moved again. She was so sticky and slick down there, but still it took several efforts for her to get him to enter her.

  There was a sensation of pain, which she had expected, and also the weirdest feeling of being stretched more than she had ever experienced before. She could not control her legs, which bucked, almost forcing him out, and Cam reached up to hold her forearms.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, watching with concern as her face went through a multitude of expressions from shock to grimace to an inexpressible look of astonishment. She nodded. “Gimme a minute,” she gasped. “Oh God. Oh... fucking hell!”

  She sat there, every muscle in her legs tense as she held herself up, the tip of his cock inside her. “Oh. bloody hell!” she cried out, screwing her eyes shut for a moment, gritting her teeth. She was unable to tell for a second whether this was pleasure or pain—or that the strangest feeling was also the most incredible pleasure that was flooding her body, almost making her orgasm again. She gasped and groaned.

  When she opened her eyes once more, Cam was looking up at her with such tenderness that she felt love flooding through her. Lowering her torso very slowly so as not to force his cock out of her, she began to kiss him. Then, even more slowly, she began to force her hips down millimetre by millimetre, her breath escaping between her lips into his mouth as she pushed her ass onto him.

  He did not move, but held her tightly and protectively, his hands on her arms, comforting and consoling her as she began to rise again then descend, always slowly. “You’re so big,” she blu
rted like an idiot. “You’re so fucking big. Fuck my ass. Oh God, oh fucking hell!”

  It was not long before an orgasm did start to flood her, and she was limp and helpless above him, her entire body trembling as he held her closely to him. Her pussy was aching, clenching empty air, her burning ass filled with him, stretched to a point that drove her mind almost to oblivion. Carefully, gently, he began to move his hips, rising up into her, making her groan and mumble incoherently.

  When he finally came, she actually screamed, utterly lost in that moment of the most astonishing emotions and feelings. He held her so tightly in his embrace now, locking his mouth to hers, that she felt she would never be able to move again, and as he throbbed and twitched in her anus she cried with a pleasure of utterly losing herself, blacking out for an instant.

  She collapsed on him and he withdrew from her very slowly, taking care not to hurt her in any way. She was still incoherent, almost blubbering as she lay on the bed, aware dimly that she was dribbling on the pillow. When he lay beside her, placing his strong arm across her shoulders and pulling her towards him gently, the hungry animal of her body pressed into him, eager for warmth and comfort. She had no barriers now between that animal and him, no way of controlling—nor any desire to control—what was happening to her.

  The flood of emotions, of a lust so intense in its purity that it had burned through her like a flame, had left her exhausted, and she felt herself slipping away into darkness, sleep pulling at her with its own, gentler joys.

  “I love you,” she whispered, uncaring who heard her if anyone. “I love you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  When Dianne awoke and turned to face the sunlight streaming through the window, Cam was facing her, his head resting on one hand and his blue eyes staring at her tenderly. His broad jaw and defined cheeks were in shadow, his hair tousled and spiky from rest.