Dare (The Dare Trilogy)

by Sara Frost

  These thoughts filled her head so completely that she jumped when a hand was placed on her arm. Turning, she blushed to see Cam staring down at her, his eyes warm and tender.

  “Want to stay?” he asked, his gesture slightly dismissive as he indicated Optima on the stage.

  “I think I’ve heard enough of Optima to last for a lifetime,” she replied. He laughed at this.

  As he went to fetch her coat she looked around. When she saw Janey at last, necking Tony in a dark corner of the room, she felt contented that things were back to normal—contented and a little sad for her friend.

  “So, what did Janey want to talk to you about?” Dianne asked as they walked back. Cam’s arm was across her shoulders, holding her gently against his chest.

  He laughed. “She was giving me a grilling,” he replied.

  “Oh, I’m sorry about that.”

  Cam looked down at her, his smile beautiful in that moment. “Don’t be. I was annoyed at first—you know, like ‘how dare she talk to me like that’, but then... It was okay.”

  “Janey can be like that sometimes. I’m really sorry if she pissed you off.”

  “Don’t be. She didn’t piss me off. Well, okay, she did at first, but then I got what she was talking about. It’s fine, really it is.” Cam was silent for a moment, looking ahead as they walked along the cobbled street, people passing them occasionally on either side of the road. Dianne said nothing, giving him time to speak.

  “She’s worried about you. She tells me that she’s never seen you like this before.”

  Dianne scowled at this, irritated by her friend’s patronising and high-handed manner. Before she could speak, however, Cam squeezed her shoulder. “It’s fine. Really. She’s never seen you so much in love before, that’s what she told me.”

  Looking up at him, Dianne saw that he was still looking ahead, smiling as he replayed the conversation with Janey over again in his mind.

  “It’s true,” Dianne said very quietly. Cam turned his face towards hers, his eyes glistening slightly as he smiled at her.

  “She wanted to know if I’d ever hurt you. She’d... she’d heard about Elizabeth.” Cam sighed at this. “I can’t ever apologise enough for that but... but nothing would have happened.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He nodded then paused. “Okay, if you hadn’t been here, on tour, then who knows? Maybe a lot would have happened. But with you – nothing. Nothing at all.”

  Dianne’s heart was beating faster inside her chest, as though her ribs would break. “It wasn’t... it wasn’t meant to happen like this, you know. I was just coming along for the ride, you know? Taking you up on your dare.”

  Cam nodded. “I know,” he said quietly.

  “But... I’m scared, Cam.”

  He frowned at this. “Why?”

  She felt foolish and turned her eyes away from his. “Janey knows me too well,” she said at last. “I don’t... I don’t want to get hurt.”

  “I understand. Me neither.”

  This surprised her and she looked up at him. He did not return her gaze for a moment but when he did his eyes were scared, vulnerable. “I guess that’s the problem with falling in love, isn’t it. You expose yourself, allow someone else the possibility to hurt you.”

  “Do you love me?”

  He paused for a moment, lifting up his face again as though searching the sky. “More than anything,” he said at last. “That wasn’t what I expected. Not at all.”

  They continued to walk along the street towards the hotel, neither of them able to speak for a while until, at last, Cam said: “She also gave me a piece of her mind in other ways. She really didn’t hold back.”

  Dianne laughed at this. “Janey can be like that.”

  “She told me that I better get over being so full of myself, that she’d heard Black Ark enough to know that we’d never be able to match your talent.”

  “What!” Dianne was incredulous.

  Cam laughed. “I’m just passing on the message, but you know what?”

  Dianne was unable to look at him, but her whole body was alert now, as though she were listening not just with her ears but every inch of her flesh.

  “She’s right. I’ve heard you play—not enough, and I didn’t appreciate it. I’ve heard you sing as well. You’ve got a good voice. Fuck that—you’ve got a fantastic voice.”

  “Thanks,” Dianne mumbled.

  “And I’ve been an idiot.”

  She frowned and only now looked up at him. His face was sincere, open.

  “I want you to join the band.”

  The world spun around her for a moment, then her defences kicked in. “Fuck off, Cam. Don’t do that to me.”

  “I’m serious. Join us. Sing with us. Sing with me.”

  “You need to get your head sorted,” she told him. “Can you imagine Dan agreeing to that even for one moment? There’s no way I can pull a Yoko Ono on you all.”

  He laughed again, and his laughter was warm and heartfelt. “Well, we ain’t the Beatles, that’s for sure. Hell, we ain’t even Optima yet. We will be, though. And it’ll happen sooner if you’re up there with us.”

  Dianne’s emotions were a jumble when they finally returned to the room. Cam pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the bed so that his broad, well-formed back was a pattern of light and shadow, his tattoos seeming to move with a life of their own across his muscles. All day she had dreamed of him, of what she wanted to do to him, and while he seemed to be giving her space to think for herself, to consider his offer, she instinctively knew that she couldn’t think. She needed to leave her mind, to abandon it for a time. She needed the purity of a hard fuck.

  He was surprised when she came behind him, sliding her arms around his waist, feeling his iron-hard abdomen beneath her fingers. She dug her nails into him slightly, and he laughed at this. “You okay?” he asked.

  “Mmm,” she purred. She could smell the sweat of his body, still fresh. That musk of his manhood was no longer disguised by soap and civilisation. She felt herself opening up, her sex so hungry for him, so desperate having been denied all day.

  As he turned, she lifted her arms around his shoulders, and he in turn half pulled her up, latching his mouth onto hers, both of them eating each other. Words were no longer enough—their hunger was deeper.

  She gasped when he let her go, her mouth slick with her saliva. She smelt his hair, the traces of shampoo still in it, a perfumed scent that filled her nostrils. His mouth worked at her neck, following its arch as she pushed her face backwards, her hands gripping him, her back curling as she pushed up on her toes, clinging to him as he held her in his strong arms.

  Down her collar bones he moved, kissing the dip at the base of her neck. Then with his mouth he pushed aside her blouse, exposing the curve of one breast, pushing his face into its softness as he hunted for her nipple, sucking on it and making her gasp. Opening his mouth wider, he took as much of her flesh into him as possible, sucking harder now, almost causing her pain as his tongue flicked across the hard stiffness of the nipple.

  “Oh God! Yes!” she hissed, her fingers in his hair, pulling him onto her. “Harder! Oh God!” She was so wet now, her pussy aching in desperation to be filled.

  Still holding her with one arm, the other reached around her waist, sliding her jeans past her buttocks as his hand pushed inside the crease of her jeans, feeling the sweaty, clammy sweetness between her cheeks. His finger pressed into her slit, almost brutal as they pushed into her and she groaned.

  He bit her breast, not hard to break the surface but firmly enough to send a spasm of delicious pain through her. “Oh, fuck!” she whimpered. “Fuck me!”

  He lifted his head and when she saw the look in his eyes, the demonic lust blazing there, she started to cum in that instant, his finger shallow in her pussy, her breast wet with his spittle. “I’m going to fuck you—I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget this. Never.”

  She trembled so much then t
hat, had he not been holding her up, she would have collapsed to the floor. Her breathing was rapid, irregular, and when he lowered her down she did sink to her knees.

  There was no time for foreplay. So often they had played with each other orally, pleasuring cock and pussy with lips and tongue, but now there was a desperate animal passion within each of them. Dianne fell onto her hands, her buttocks high in the air, the waistband of her half over her ass, semi-exposing it. Dropping behind her, one of Cam’s hands came up to her breasts, pinching the nipple, pulling it hard and making her moan as she dipped her head to the floor. With his other hand, he yanked down her jeans further, making the buttons pop open.

  He didn’t bother undressing her further. Her tight trousers formed a bond across her thighs, preventing her from moving even had she wanted to run away. She could feel him undoing his own trousers behind her and, glancing backwards, she saw that huge shaft that never ceased to excite her, the head purple and angry, a glint of steel from the ring that pierced the tip.

  “Jesus Christ!” she yelped. Her slit was open now, petals unfurled and soaking wet, eager to be filled.

  He rubbed the head of his erection against her, making it wet with her juices—a brief concession to foreplay. Then, without warning, he slid it in, pushing it so hard that half the shaft entered her immediately, forcing aside the velvet walls of her sex and making her scream with a mixture of pleasure and pain. As she cried out, he slapped her buttocks hard with one hand, while with the other hand he grabbed hold of her hair, pulling it back so that her neck arched upwards.

  “Fuck! Oh Christ! Fuck me!” Dianne’s howls were barely coherent. Her sex was pulsing around his cock, so wet that he slid in and out of her with ease, his thrusts harder than they had ever been, slamming into her. When he released her hair, she collapsed forward, her face down on the floor and her buttocks high in the air, sensuous curves beneath his hands as he spread her cheeks to allow him deeper access to her.

  “Jesus! Ngh! Ugh!” Her voice was a mixture of bellows and whimpers, and she felt his thumb sliding around her asshole, rubbing her before sliding in easily. Her anus sucked him in and then clenched as she panicked. “Oh God, not... oh shit! Please!”

  “Don’t you fucking worry.” Cam’s voice was determined, a hard edge to it as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I need to fuck you hard, so shut the fuck up and just fuck, you dirty bitch!”

  Her arms were spread out before her, helpless, fingers clutching at empty air and the fabric of the carpet as he hammered inside her, forcing her face forward with each thrust. His thumb was locked deep inside her ass and her pussy clamped around his cock, pulling it deeper in. It hurt, it hurt to fuck this hard, but she had no desire for it to stop, for him to ever stop.

  Pulling his hand away from her anus at last, he reached round, grappling for her breasts, squeezing them. Again there was pain—but pain of such a delicious nature that Dianne began to climax, bucking beneath him as her hips fell to the floor, unable to sustain the meagre weight of her body anymore. Yet still he was relentless, allowing his body to collapse with her, pressing her down beneath him as his buttocks moved up and down, a hard piston that filled her with his length.

  “You want it?” he whispered in her ear? “You want me to fill you up—to fuck you hard?”

  “Oh God! Oh God—yes! Fuck me.” With that he seemed to do the impossible, pushing into her even deeper so that she yelled with lust.

  Squashed, unable to move, not desiring to move, her jeans as effective as rope around her thighs, her blouse half torn from her back, Dianne screamed. Her eyes filled with flashes of light and spasms shot through her abdomen. Cam did not stop—showed her no mercy. She wanted no mercy. All she wanted was to feel him on her back, his erection huge and swollen inside her, his hands grappling her breasts, his hot breath on her neck. All she wanted was to cum and cum and cum again, orgasm after powerful orgasm.

  She lost count of the times she climaxed then, and when he shot inside her, filling her so completely that she did scream once more, she was utterly limp. He lay on top of her for a while, the weight of his body a comfort even as he pinioned her to the floor. She was senseless, fulfilled—fucked, completely and utterly.

  It was Cam who seemed to rouse first, shifting slightly so that he took the weight of his body on his muscled arms. As he did so, the blood rushed back into Dianne’s limbs so that she suddenly felt pins and needles, groaning at this now unwanted discomfort. Carefully, he slid sideways, his wilting cock—still larger than just about any other she’d known, even in this flaccid state—slipping from her sex. She felt sad at that.

  “Shit!”

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I forgot to put on a condom. Heat of the moment, I guess.”

  She turned slowly, painfully towards him, her legs feeling as though a thousand needles were prickling her. Flailing towards him with her hand, she at last found his face and pulled him towards her.

  “It’s okay,” she told him, kissing him as he allowed himself to be drawn closer to her mouth. “I’m just going to have to trust you, aren’t I?”

  Chapter Twenty

  Dianne was walking in the clouds the next day, and the rest of Black Ark noticed just how lively Cam seemed to be. Even Dan had to grudgingly admit that the singer-guitarist seemed motivated to a new level.

  As such, their grumbling was kept to a minimum when he insisted that they return to Bohemia early in the day and practice for the forthcoming gig. Tony and James clearly had other things on their mind with Janey, but she seemed relieved to let them go and do something else while she spent the day with Janey. Dan had complained about not having time off to explore Prague (though Dianne was convinced that the kind of unsavoury activities he wanted to pursue wouldn’t be available during daylight hours), but eventually relented.

  “We’ve got another day in Prague tomorrow,” Cam had told him. “Then it’s off to Krakow and East Europe.”

  “I just hope I get a chance to cop off with some of those Czech girls tonight,” Dan grumbled. “Their just too fucking good looking for words.”

  “With your wit and charm,” Tony mocked, “I’m sure you’ll stand every chance of hitting it off—especially if they’re fudge packers, if you know what I mean.” He dodged Dan’s punch, yet even this couldn’t diminish the enthusiasm of the group.

  “More shopping, I suppose,” Janey mused after they’d gone. “I could get really used to being one of those ladies who lunches.”

  Dianne nodded but said nothing, causing Janey to look at her sharply.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Come off it, Di. I know you too well. Tell your auntie Janey all your troubles. Christ, I thought you were in cloud-cuckoo land this morning. Don’t tell me there’s something wrong with Cam.”

  “No! No!” Dianne shook her hands to dismiss the idea. “It’s just... well...”

  “Spit it out, girl!”

  Dianne let out a big sigh. “It’s getting embarrassing. My money’s running out. I mean, Cam’s willing to pay for everything but... you know, it’s not what I want to do.”

  Janey scoffed at this. “If I were you, I’d milk him for every penny I could.” Realising what she had just said, she suddenly looked abashed. “No, I know what you mean. You’re really not the person to do that. Come on—I’ll stand you for lunch today.”

  Dianne sighed again. “Oh, don’t give me that!” Janey scolded her. “Mind you, if that’s how it’s going to be, then I have a condition of my own. Come on, let’s get you out of those clothes and into something sexier.”

  Dianne had protested but only feebly. The truth was that, aside from a nagging worry at the back of her mind that soon she would have to leave the tour, she did feel like showing herself off, as much for Cam’s sake as her own. Nonetheless, she couldn’t quite dismiss the feeling that she wanted to keep her independence: that to be just a groupie for Black Ark was
in some way demeaning for her. Cam’s suggestion that she join the band in some way had thrilled her the night before, but in the harsh light of day she suspected that it was never going to amount to anything more than a foolish dream and she did not dare to let her hopes rise.

  To banish such thoughts, she returned to the hotel room. She and Janey had already wasted a good part of the morning and it was now early afternoon. She really wanted to see Black Ark during part of their rehearsals, and also to spend more time with Cam before the evening show: the effect of her outfit the night before had been electric, and she wanted a repeat performance.

  The summer day was warm and bright, and she stripped out of her regulation jeans and T-shirt, standing and admiring her body in the mirror. She felt good—really good. Cam Fraser may have been the most handsome man she had ever met, with a fit body that was so hot it was to die for, but with the curve of her breasts and hips out from her narrow waist, and her long hair hanging down almost to the nipple as she teased it with her fingers, she just knew in her heart that it would take a very long time for him to meet someone was gorgeous as her.

  Feeling more self-confident than she had in a long time, Dianne pulled on a pair of black fishnet tights, sliding them over calves and thighs and snapping the elasticated nylon over her knickerless midriff. She slipped a pair of denim shorts over these, the fabric cut so high that when she buttoned them up and turned to look at her rear in the mirror a delicious section of her fishnet clad buttocks were clearly visible. She cast herself a sultry look at this, placing hands over her breasts coquettishly, then bent down to lift up a tiny crop top, squeezing herself into it and pushing up her generous boobs, still sans bra, into the neckline. She was still young and firm enough for her breasts to form a natural cleavage without the need for extra support.

  After applying her makeup, she pulled on the heavy boots that she had worn during that night in Paris when Cam had taken her overlooking Notre Dame. Being around Janey had made her want to be more provocative, a slut with a kick-ass attitude, and as she finished her hair and looked at herself once more she knew that she would be lusted after by plenty of men—but that only one would be able to touch.