Double Dog Dare You

by Lacey Black

  “I want to know how many I can get you to say while you come.” I swear his devil horns are showing as he smirks up at me from between my legs, a wicked grin on his handsome face.

  Then he starts to work his tongue, and I know it won’t be long until I’m coming.

  Royce alternates between sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue, all while his fingers pump into my body. I can feel my orgasm looming on the horizon, and all it’ll take is that one little push over the edge until I’m flying. I’m not sure I’m ready for this to end, but I know I’m not strong enough to stop it either. There’s no stopping this freight train of desire from overcoming me completely.

  With both fingers still buried deep, he curls them upward and slides them along this magical spot within. The result is like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Blinding lights that burst behind my eyelids as my orgasm crashes through me. His mouth is latched on to my clit, sucking and milking every drop of release from my body. When I finally start to ride the waves down, my throat is dry, and my body shakes uncontrollably.

  Royce removes his fingers, but gently laps at my clit with his tongue. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He places open-mouthed kisses along my trembling thighs.

  My entire body burns with a blush as I glance down. He’s between my legs, his lips glimmering with my wetness, and his eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand suns.

  I want him.

  Bad.

  Before we’re able to further our evening, we’re interrupted by Jack’s wet, cold nose pressed to my outer thigh. I gasp and try to cover myself with my hands. Royce chuckles this low, gravelly sound that only causes more wetness to flood between my legs. He’s so casual as he looks between my exposed body and his dog. “You have horrible timing, Jack,” he says, as he pushes up off the floor and stands. “We’re going to have to work on that. Come on, let’s go outside one last time.”

  Jack takes off for the back door, but Royce makes no move to join him. His eyes are locked on me as he licks his lips and wipes his chin with his palm. “We’re not finished.” He gives me a pointed look before turning and leaving me lying on the couch.

  In my mangled panties.

  I try to right them, but they’re too stretched out to fit properly. A giggle spills from my lips as I think about how exactly they got in this particular condition. I just let Royce Rigsby go down on me, and if his parting words were any indication, I’d say there’s more to come.

  I sit up on the couch just as he returns. Jack comes over and gives me a kiss on the hand before heading over to his bed and dropping down on the plush pillow. He settles into his spot and rests his head on his paws, exhaling deeply.

  Royce approaches and reaches for my hand. “As amazing as you look in nothing but your underwear, how about we head back to my bedroom and take those off?”

  Nibbling on my lip nervously, I nod. “I’d like that.” And I would. I know this is the step I want to take, even if it’s one I’m not familiar with.

  He takes my hand and pulls me to his chest. Our fingers link as his lips descend to mine in a lazy kiss I feel clear down to my bare toes. With our lips locked, he guides me down the short hall and to what I assume is his bedroom. It isn’t until I feel something firm, yet forgiving, hit the back of my knees that I finally open my eyes, gasping for air.

  I glance around through hooded eyelids and take in the room around me. Faint light filters through the windows, spilling across the large bedroom, which is decorated in earthy tones and dark wood accents. I can see a bathroom through an open doorway with a large garden-style tub. I’d love to explore his space further, but when my eyes meet his, I can tell the only exploring will be of each other.

  Taking the initiative, I reach down and grab the hem of his T-shirt and pull upward. When his abdomen is exposed, I almost groan in pleasure. Abs. Like real, honest to goodness abs. Eight of them. I toss the shirt over his head and trace each hard ridge with my fingertips. His flesh is warm and soft and there’s a dark, thin happy trail that disappears behind the button of his jeans.

  I want to explore it…with my tongue.

  “I’d be okay with that,” he grunts as I score my nails over his skin.

  “What?”

  “The tongue thing. You whispered it, most likely not intending for me to hear, but I wanted you to know all the same I’m game for some tongue action,” he says, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Shall I take off my pants?”

  Pressing my palms to his abs, I give him a grin. “Yes, I think that sounds like a superb idea.”

  He smiles widely as he unbuttons his jeans. “Superb, huh?” The sound of his zipper sliding down echoes through the room as he bestows upon me another of those panty-wetting smiles, like I won some big prize. “Know what else is superb?”

  A bark of laughter spills from my lips as I shake my head at his playfulness. Yet, I know he’s not exaggerating. I felt his erection pressed against me, several times. I know it’s…superb. “Maybe instead of telling me, you can show me?”

  He drops his pants, underwear too, and meets my gaze. “Oh, Bestie. I plan to show you. A lot.” Royce toes off his shoes and rips off his socks, tossing them somewhere into the room.

  When he stands before me, completely void of any clothing, all I can do is stare at the sight. He’s simply amazing. Cut, hard, and smooth from head to toe. This is a man who takes exceptional care of his body, and suddenly, I feel very lacking. I try to eat on the healthier side and participate in yoga whenever I can, but my workout routine is nothing compared to his. That much shows.

  A part of me wants to hide my own body. I’ve never been big on displaying it, even during sex. Lights are usually off or down low, and I don’t wear revealing clothes. But there’s something in his eyes, as he practically devours me from head to toe, that makes me feel…alive. Wanted. Sexy. Even with my less than perfect body, Royce doesn’t seem to notice it, which helps alleviate some of my nerves.

  My fingers itch to touch that dusting of dark hair on his chest. He holds completely still as I graze along his pecs and trail them down the valley of his abdomen. When I get to that happy trail, I hesitate. I’ve never just reached down and grabbed a man so boldly, but now isn’t the time to hide behind my shyness. Now is the time to take the bull by the horns.

  Or horn.

  I skim a finger across his balls and pause when he hisses. My eyes meet his, and I immediately know it’s not out of pain or discomfort. It’s out of desire. The look in his eyes fuels me on. I work my hand up and wrap it around his shaft. My fingers don’t touch, and my mouth goes dry. Without giving it a second thought, I drop to my knees and work my hand from root to head.

  I’ve never wanted to take a man into my mouth more than I do right now. I’ve always found enjoyment in giving oral pleasure, even if it was always more of a one-way street. My previous boyfriends definitely enjoyed receiving more than giving. One of them wouldn’t go down on me at all, saying he didn’t like the taste. For the longest time, I wondered if there was something wrong with me, but then I think back to Royce, and the raw pleasure he received from giving…. Well, let’s just say some men definitely enjoy it more than others.

  I lick the tip of his erection, savoring the salty taste of the little beads of moisture. With one hand still wrapped around him, I take him into my mouth as far as I can, which, considering his size, doesn’t seem like it’s that much. Another hiss pulls from his throat as I work my way down, licking and sucking.

  “Jesus, Quinn,” he groans. The sound is loud and carnal. It also goes straight to the apex of my legs and spurs me on. My hands start to slide easily, my grip tight. I pump hard and suck even harder. His hips thrust, and I swear I can actually feel him get harder and thicker.

  Suddenly, he pulls back, his penis popping from my mouth with a loud smack. I gaze up, confused. “What’s wrong?”

  Was I doing it wrong?

  His face is tight as he stares down at me. “Nothing�
�s wrong, Quinn. In fact, that was very right.” He crooks his finger and extends his hand. “Come here.”

  The moment I’m on my feet, he moves me to my back, laying me out on the top of his bed. His lips press firmly against mine, his tongue coaxing my mouth open so it can dip inside. I completely melt against him, my legs wrapping around his naked torso. His erection presses into me, and I’m reminded of the fact I’m still wearing panties and a bra.

  Royce runs his hands down my sides, as if he can’t touch me enough, eventually working his way to where the stretched material sits. “These must go,” he whispers, trailing his lips along my collarbone.

  “Definitely,” I choke out over my very dry throat.

  He sits and slowly starts to remove them. It’s a tad bit embarrassing because I know they’re completely soaked. Royce doesn’t seem to notice or mind, however. His eyes are riveted to my body as he slides them down my legs. Once they’re around my ankles and discarded, he sets his sights on my bra.

  I giggle at how easily he reaches behind me and just flicks the double closure open, exposing my breasts. “Wow, that was fast.”

  He gives me a smirk as he reaches for his bedside table and opens the drawer, pulling out a condom. “Not my first rodeo,” he replies, ripping open the foil package with his teeth.

  I watch in complete rapture as he slides the protection over his length and comes back to cover my body with his own. His touch is gentle, yet there’s an eagerness written in his eyes that tells me all I need to know. Those hazel orbs burn with lust and something that makes my insides tingle.

  “Quinn?” His voice sounds scratchy and strained as he holds his erection at my entrance.

  “Yes. Do it,” I gasp.

  “You sure?” he asks, searching my eyes with his own.

  “More than anything I’ve ever been sure of,” I reply honestly. “Please, Royce.”

  He closes his eyes, as if the sound of his name on my lips is too much to take, and presses forward, filling me completely. I feel the stretch, the slight burn, but it’s the sense of utter fullness that is my undoing. I know in this moment, the one where he’s entirely seated inside of my body, things have absolutely changed.

  Changed the relationship I have with Royce.

  There’s no going back now.

  Not that I want to.

  I’ll never be the same.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Royce

  I have to stop and take a deep breath the moment I’m seated inside of her warm, tight body. The urge to thrust is intense, but I push it back and focus on her. On Quinn.

  My Bestie.

  The look on her face is my undoing. It’s part ecstasy, part amazement as she adjusts to my size. I’ve had women compliment my cock before, but nothing compares to the way Quinn looked at it. Let’s be honest, praises for my dick are pretty much life. I’m a guy. But there’s more to it with her. It’s as if I’m the only guy in the world. The only one who can give her what she needs.

  And that’s the best fucking compliment I could ever receive.

  I keep her gaze as I gently pull out. My body wants to drive back inside, but I hold back. Not until she’s ready. A sweat is already breaking out on my body, but I ignore that too. I won’t move until she gives me the cue. With just the tip inside her sweet pussy, I wait. Her legs fall open just a bit, her heels poised on my hips. The look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know, yet I hold back until I hear the words.

  The ones that tell me she’s mine.

  Quinn reaches up and slides her warm fingers across my pecs. They jump under her touch as heat spreads through my veins. “Why’d you stop?” she asks, a flash of insecurity in those heavenly blue eyes.

  “Making sure you’re okay,” I say through gritted teeth. The sex-part of my brain is demanding I move. Take. Yet, I hold back.

  “I’m more than okay, Royce,” she replies with the slightest smile. She looks down between her legs, and I follow her line of sight. It’s erotic as fuck, seeing how her body stretches around mine. “Please.” That single word a plea, a song, a beginning to the end.

  That one word triggers every animalistic part of my body and my brain.

  I hold my position above her, my eyes meeting hers one more time, as I thrust forward. White-hot lust pushes through my blood as I bury myself completely. My hips piston, my pace hard and fast, but Quinn doesn’t seem to mind. She opens herself up farther and hangs on tight, rocking her body to meet mine.

  The sweetest pants and moans of pleasure spill from her lips as I drive into her. My hands need to touch her skin, need to feel her against me. I cup a breast in my palm, sliding a thumb across her peaked nipple. She arches up, as if seeking out the contact. My hips move entirely on their own as I trail my hand down her stomach to her clit. With the slightest brush of my thumb over that sensitive part of her, I feel her pussy tighten. She gasps as I grind my pelvis into her, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy.

  “Oh God,” she whispers, her body starting to shake. I know she’s about to come a second time.

  I can feel it.

  I thrust forward once more, rubbing her clit and grinding my hips. Quinn detonates like the most beautiful firework I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. “Royce,” she gasps, riding out her orgasm.

  I’m too distracted though to follow, not ready for this to end.

  Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I change our positions, rolling her over and pulling her up on her knees. Her ass is poised high in the air. My cock twitches at the sight. Quinn goes up on her elbows and glances over her shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet, Bestie.” Her eyes flare with desire as I line myself up from behind. “Ready?” I ask, teasing her entrance with the head of my dick.

  “God, yes,” she groans.

  I thrust forward, balls deep in one stroke. It’s fucking heaven.

  She’s fucking heaven.

  With my hands on her ass, I rock my hips, filling her with each stroke. She’s so damn tight, so wet. All I can think about is making her come one more time. My body takes over, driven by lust. My hands glide up her back, my fingers tracing the divots of her spine. I never knew a woman’s spine could be this fucking sexy, but it is.

  Speaking of spine, there’s a tingle at the base of mine, and I know the end is near. There’s no way I can stop this freight train, barreling out of control and heading for the crash. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with the sweet chorus of her gasps. I need to hold off, make sure she gets off a third time, but I’m not sure my body is listening anymore.

  Suddenly, she reaches between her legs. I can feel her fingers graze against my cock as she plays with her own clit. “Fuck,” I groan, picturing her soft, delicate fingers sliding along her pussy. My fingers dig into her hips as I thrust harder, the start of my orgasm imminent.

  My balls tighten and my cock thickens. Quinn pushes back against me as she starts to come again. Her pussy tries to choke me in the best possible way, and I’m unable to ward off my release. She screams my name, riding out her own orgasm as I empty myself into the condom. I swear I blackout. It’s almost too much. The feel of her tight pussy, the way she reaches back and grips my balls between our legs.

  Too much, yet not enough.

  It may never be enough with her.

  We both fall forward, a heap of sweaty, boneless limbs and heavy breathing. I pull out of her body, even though I’d much rather stay there forever, and tuck her against my side. Her hair hangs limply in her face, and when I gently push it aside, the sweetest, most satisfied smile plays on her lips. It makes me feel like the king of the world.

  “Am I dead?” she whispers.

  A bark of laughter fills the room as I cup the side of her face. “God, I hope not. If you were, we wouldn’t be able to do that again.”

  Her eyes open, slightly hazy and unfocused. Her smile is genuine and sated as she gazes up at me. “Again, huh?”

  “Well, not right now. I’
m gonna need…six, seven minutes to recover,” I tell her, though I know that’s probably not true. I’m gonna need a little more time than that. My body and my brain aren’t on the same page yet. My brain says yes, let’s go again, yet my body is too busy floating down the post-orgasm river, completely satisfied and exhausted.

  “Six or seven minutes huh?” she asks, reaching down and gripping my balls in her delicate little hand. They’re still hypersensitive and ticklish against her touch. My cock, however, starts to get blood flow again as she trails a finger over the thick vein that runs to the head. It jumps, suddenly eager to play.

  “Maybe less, if you keep doing that,” I tell her, tucking her into my side and pulling her close.

  I realize quickly the mistake. This feels a lot like cuddling. I don’t cuddle. After sex, I’m usually pretty quick to close myself off. Sometimes, they hang around for round two, but most of the time, the women I’m with will head out to meet back up with their friends or home. After all, they were here for one thing, and one thing only.

  Sex.

  But right now, having Quinn in my arms feels too fucking good. Dangerous, but good. That’s why I tell myself it’s okay to relax and rest for a bit.

  After a few minutes, I adjust my position. I need to get rid of the rubber, and I’m sure Quinn could use a warm washcloth. She doesn’t say anything—hell, she barely moves—as I slip from my bed and make my way to the bathroom. I remove the condom and toss it into the trash before grabbing two clean cloths from the closet. I use the first on myself and notice under the unforgiving lights the faint scratch marks across my chest. They’re not deep or anything, but just red enough I see them. Flashbacks of her hands touching me, her nails digging into my skin, parade through my dirty mind.

  And my cock already starts to respond.

  I ignore the rapid blood flow to my favorite appendage and smile when I think back to my first text exchange with Quinn. I called it just that—a favorite amongst appendages. She completely ignored my comment and just went on about unwanted dick pics.