by Opal Carew
His lips grazed her neck and desire trembled through her.
She didn’t want to worry about choosing one of them. Or hurting one of them. She just wanted to be lost in these delicious sensations.
He set her on the bed then stepped back. She watched in fascination as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing the muscles beneath. He slipped it from his shoulders, then unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He stepped toward her and her gaze locked on the growing bulge in his black briefs. She licked her lips, wanting to see his naked cock, thick and pulsing with need. Wanting to taste it.
She rested her hand on his rock-hard stomach and stroked downward, then over his thick shaft, feeling it twitch beneath the thin cotton. She pulled the top of his briefs forward, revealing his mushroom-shaped cockhead. Then lower, revealing more of his lengthening shaft. She wrapped her hand around it, loving the pulsing heat within her grip. She leaned forward and glided her lips over his cockhead, caressing it, then she opened wide and took him into her mouth. She sucked, pulsing her mouth around him.
He groaned softly. “Oh, God, Ash. I love it when you do that.” He forked his fingers through her hair, sliding them through the strands.
She swirled her tongue over his tip, then glided deeper onto his cock, letting it fill her mouth more.
He coiled his hand in her hair and dragged her head backward, almost to the tip of his cock.
“As much as I love what you’re doing, I had something else in mind.”
He pulled her from his cock and back until she was gazing up at him, her head held firmly in place by his grip on her hair. He smiled, then dipped down to brush his mouth on hers.
“I want you to lie on the bed.”
It wasn’t a command, which surprised her. Wasn’t he going to take control?
She lay back as he requested, watching him. He knelt in front of her and his fingers brushed against her chest as he unbuttoned her dress. When he finished the buttons to her waist, he drew back the soft floral fabric to reveal her dusty mauve bra beneath.
He smiled. “Very pretty.” His finger traced along the scalloped lace edge of the cup, sending goose bumps dancing across her flesh.
He unfastened the rest of the buttons, then peeled aside the skirt. She lay there, her chest heaving, her body exposed to him in just her bra and skimpy matching panties. He tucked a finger under the top of her panties and drew them forward, just as she had with him, then peered inside. Her inner passage tingled as heat washed through her.
He smiled, then drew her panties down, slowly easing them past her hips. He glided his hand under her lower back and lifted so he could tug the panties downward, then he slid them down her legs and dropped them on the floor.
His hot gaze, locked on her intimate flesh, sent heated awareness through her. She felt wetness pooling between her legs and her nipples swelled against the lace. He rested his hands on either side of her folds, framing her between them.
“Your pussy is so damn sweet.”
His thumbs stroked her thighs in small circles and she parted her legs automatically, aching for his touch. He chuckled in delight. Then his head dipped down. When his lips brushed her inner thigh, an inch from her tender flesh, she sighed.
His tongue brushed her skin, then he lifted his head and she felt a wash of air on her intimate flesh. His fingers brushed against her and she murmured her approval. He stroked along her folds, lightly, causing tremors of delight to ripple through her.
“You are so soft. And wet for me already.” He lifted his head, gazing at her, his fingers hovering a breath above her. “Do you want me, Ash?”
She arched upward, but his fingers stayed out of reach.
“Yes,” she breathed, just wanting to feel his touch again.
“I want you, too,” he murmured. “You have no idea how much.”
Then his mouth dropped and the exquisite feel of it on her sensitive opening filled her with joy. He covered her flesh and drew it into his mouth, suckling lightly. Then his tongue glided along the slick flesh in sure strokes. She slid her fingers through his thick waves of hair, wanting to pull him closer, but he took her hands, entwining his fingers with hers, and drew them aside.
He lifted his head and gazed at her, his face glistening. “I’m going to make you come, and I want to hear my name on your lips. Will you do that for me?”
Her eyes widened at his request—more because it was a request—and she nodded.
Then his mouth dropped again and he found that special place—the bud of flesh that became the center of her world when he touched it—and he suckled. She moaned at the pleasure pulsing within her. He licked and swirled over it, then suckled again.
“Oh, Dare. That’s so good.”
He chuckled against her, the warmth and vibration sending her pleasure higher. She arched and he drove his tongue inside her, stroking her moist channel. Then she felt his fingers glide inside her. His mouth moved to her clit again as he moved his fingers in and out in slow, gentle strokes.
Her breathing accelerated as he stroked and licked her. Her nerve endings quivered with pleasure, sending heat washing through her entire body. She pushed against his hands, wanting to grasp his head and pull it tight to her, but he held them firm. When she gave up and relaxed, he stroked his fingers between hers, then along her palms and over the sensitive undersides of her wrists. Tingles danced along her skin.
Then he suckled again and she gasped.
His fingers moved faster inside her and she squirmed beneath him, wanting more. Needing more. His tongue vibrated on her clit while his fingers thrust deeply in and out. Her whole body quivered, then shuddered as intense pleasure swelled inside her belly, then radiated outward.
“Oh, I’m so close.”
She could feel him smile against her. His fingers seemed to dance inside her, stroking her passage as they moved deep in her body. Her insides tightened, coiling like a spring. His tongue lapped over her clit, then he suckled again.
Then her belly pulsed and she tightened her fingers around his.
“Oh, Dare. Yes.”
Then it exploded in a sweet, effervescent fountain of joy.
She heard his name on her lips, a long reedy cry of pure bliss, as her body arched, thrusting against him.
His fingers kept filling her, and his mouth, so hot on her, stoked her expanding orgasm, urging it onward. Filling her with complete joy.
Her head spun and she laughed at the sheer ecstasy of it. She barely realized her hands were free as she stroked his hair, holding him tight to her, while his hands cupped her ass, his mouth working her like an expert.
Finally, she shattered completely, riding the wave he kept rising within her. She sucked in air, her throat hoarse from her continuous wails, then finally she fell limp to the bed.
After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and found him resting on his elbow beside her, grinning broadly.
“You seemed to enjoy that.”
Laughter bubbled from her and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. His tongue glided inside her mouth and the passion of his kiss took her breath away.
Then he pressed her back and reached around her to unfasten her bra. He stripped it away, then his mouth found her nipple and he suckled.
“Oh, God, Dare.” Then she whimpered.
He found her other nipple and licked and suckled until she was nearly in tears from the pleasure. He stood up in front of her and reached for her to rearrange her on the bed, but she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“No. I want to taste you first.”
His gleaming eyes locked on her with searing heat. He nodded.
She opened around him, his bulbous cockhead filling her mouth. Then she glided downward. Oh, God, it felt so good having his rock-hard shaft between her lips. She squeezed, then drew back and sucked on his cockhead. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, then sucked again, loving his groan of pleasure. She cupped his balls and caressed them gently
. Then she licked down his shaft and nuzzled her lips against the shaved sacs. When she took one inside her mouth, he groaned again. She caressed it with her tongue, pressing it to the roof of her mouth in a gentle wave of movement. He moaned, and his cock hardened even more.
“Enough, sweetheart.”
His hands slid under her arms and he drew her upward. She managed a few kisses along his abs and his chest before he captured her lips and drilled his tongue into her, pulsing deep. Then she found herself on her back sinking into the mattress, his body on top of her.
“God, I want you, baby. I want to be so deep inside you I might never find my way out.”
“Oh, Dare. I want you, too. I want you inside me. Filling me. Making me complete.”
He kissed her face. Butterfly kisses over her eyelids. His mouth covering hers. His tongue tangling with hers. She arched against him, loving the feel of his hard chest against her breasts. The sprinkling of coarse hair abrading her sensitized nipples.
His thick erection pressed against her belly, but she wanted it lower. Gliding over her moist flesh, then burrowing deep inside her.
He ground against her, continuing to kiss her. She arched, trying to leverage her body higher, so she could capture him inside her.
He laughed, then brushed her hair from her face, just gazing at her with a broad smile. “You’re in such a hurry.”
She slid her hand between them, then wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. It pulsed in her hand.
“You can’t tell me you’re not ready,” she said.
He kissed her again, his persuasive lips moving on hers. “I’m always ready for you,” he murmured. “But I could stay like this all day. Pressed against your soft, warm body.”
She squeezed him and he groaned. Then he laughed. “Especially when you do that.”
“God, Dare. Please, I need you.”
His smile slipped away and his smoldering blue eyes gazed into hers with an intensity she found unnerving.
“And I need you.”
She trembled at the tightly reined passion in his tone.
His body lifted from hers and he swept her hand away and grasped his cock. It glided over her slick opening and she widened her legs, inviting him in. He pulsed against her molten flesh, his cockhead barely dipping into her. She arched, wanting more, but he denied her. Giving her a brief taste of his hard flesh, drawing back, then dipping in a little again. He continued teasing her, giving her a mere inch at best, and she moaned in frustration.
Then he kissed the tip of her nose and … Oh, God, his thick shaft glided deep inside her. She swallowed him inside her body, her passage stretching around him. Accepting him.
She cried out at the exquisite pleasure.
“Ah, fuck, Ash. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
He kissed her again. As he drew back, she cupped his hard ass, determined not to let him escape.
He pulled almost all the way out, her fingers tightening around him, then he glided forward again. Pleasure pummeled her senses.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Yes. You feel incredible inside me.”
He drew back and glided deep again, taking her breath away. He nuzzled her ear as he sped up, his thrusts deep and steady. Making her head spin. Filling her with joy.
She surrendered to the rhythmic thrusts of his body, allowing him to carry her to a heavenly place of euphoric bliss.
“I … want … you … so … much.” His words were punctuated by thrusts.
She quivered as he nuzzled her ear. There were so many delightful sensations fluttering through her body and she was so close to the precipice.
“Ashley.” His breath quivered against her ear just as she reached the pinnacle. “I love you.”
She gasped, then her world exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm, blasting her to new heights of pleasure.
He continued to pump inside her, then drove deep, pinning her to the bed as he groaned his release.
She drew in deep breaths as ecstasy slowly faded, his big body over hers, his cock deep inside her still pulsing. His arms held the bulk of his weight but she felt trapped. He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand as he watched her.
She grasped the edge of the sheet and drew it tightly to her, feeling a little too exposed. Then she cleared her throat.
“You love me?” she asked.
He smiled, his eyes twinkling.
“Why did you say that?” she stammered. She didn’t know why she was so thrown off. She loved him. Him loving her should bring her joy, not make her nervous as a cat.
“Because it’s true. And I thought you’d want to hear the words.”
“But … I’m in love with Adam.” Then she bit her lip, wishing she could suck back the words.
His eyebrow arched. “Then why are you here?”
Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Oh, God, he thought the worst of her. She tried to scramble from the bed but he caught her arm.
“Ash, I’m not accusing you of cheating on him. I know you’ve been straight with him. And you came here to talk so we could figure things out.” He pulled her into his arms and held her close. “I just meant that you’re here because you love me, too. Now we have to figure out what to do about it.”
“You make it sound like there is a solution.” She gazed at him hopefully.
“There’s the obvious one … that you choose between us. But maybe there’s a solution that might lead to all of us being happy.”
* * *
Ashley pulled the robe around her and tied the sash at her waist, then opened the bathroom door. Dare had refused to tell her more, suggesting they continue the conversation over dinner. She’d taken a shower and dried her hair, now she smiled as she looked forward to sitting in his elegant but cozy dining room and gazing at him across a candlelit table.
She walked into the living room and saw he was sitting on the couch. And there was no hint of dinner cooking.
He stood up and smiled as he stepped toward her. “You look wonderful in my robe.”
He pulled her close and kissed her. His tangy, masculine cologne reminded her of their bodies tangled together and desire blazed through her.
She stroked his chest and smiled. “Maybe we should save dinner and our conversation until later.” As much as she wanted to hear what he had to say right now, she wanted him more.
He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “I would love to, but unfortunately both dinner and our conversation will have to wait. Something came up and I have to leave.”
Disappointment washed through her. And a niggling thought that it was probably Helen who was interrupting them.
She unfastened the sash on her robe and let it fall open, then she took his hand and slid it under the fabric to rest on her naked stomach.
“Are you sure I can’t entice you?”
“Ash, I really have to…”
But she slid his hand to her breast and cupped it over her soft flesh. His sentence faded to a groan. He tightened his hand around her and her nipple hardened, pushing into his palm.
“You’re a hard woman to bargain with because you know exactly what I want.”
She pushed herself on her tiptoes and nuzzled under his chin, dragging her teeth over the whisker-roughened flesh. “So you’ll stay?” she asked in her deepest, most seductive voice.
“I want to, baby. I do.” But he drew his hand from her breast, then pulled her robe together and retied her sash, tugging it snugly closed. “But I really have to go.”
She frowned as he walked across the room.
“I’ll wait until you get dressed so I can see you out.”
She turned, dejected, and went back to the bedroom, then returned moments later dressed and ready to go.
“So is it business? Or Helen?”
His eyebrow arched. “Does it matter?”
She followed him to the door.
“She just seems to take advant
age of your good nature.”
“My good nature? Most people think of me as controlling and hard to get along with.”
She grinned. “They don’t know you like I do.”
“I would think you’d believe that more than anyone.” He leaned in close and brushed his lips against her temple, sending tingles dancing down her spine. “At least the controlling part.”
She ran her hand down his chest. “Well, I do love that about you.”
He tipped up her chin and kissed her, his lips warm and enticing.
“But with Helen, you don’t seem to take control enough.”
He drew back and sighed. “Helen has problems. I know it seems like I’m too lenient with her, but she needs a special level of understanding.”
“You know she’s not a teenager anymore. But that’s how she acts. She just seems to want attention, and it seems she’ll do anything to get it.”
How did she tell him his stepdaughter was a spoiled brat?
“Look, there are things you don’t know. Let’s just leave it at that for now.”
They reached the door and he turned to face her, resting his hands on her shoulders, then gliding down her arms. “Now that we’re in a relationship I know we need to talk about this, but I can’t right now. I have to go.” He leaned in and kissed her. His mouth was warm and persuasive, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Her heart fluttered in excitement.
Then he eased back, his deep blue eyes reflecting her own need.
“I’ll call you later.”
* * *
Ashley sank onto her couch and dialed Jessica’s number.
“Hey, I was just going to call you,” Jessica said when she answered.
“Yeah? Well, I just got home from Dare’s.” Her voice sounded morose, but she couldn’t help it. She tugged at the tassel on the corner of the pillow beside her. “We were supposed to spend the evening together, but he got called away.” She leaned back and stared out the window at the darkening sky. “I assume it was because of Helen. He always puts Helen first.” She frowned, her heart aching at the feeling of rejection. “He’ll probably always do that.”