Dare (5 page)

She had never been so worshipped or aroused. She heard her own gasps and groans, her body moving restlessly against the silk comforter. Arms wide, she lay helpless as his mouth moved over her breasts. Unhurried, he nibbled her nipples gently, while he explored her body.

Dare rained kisses over her stomach and hips, nibbled on her inner thighs. He was so close to her warmth, she felt the hotness of his breath as he passed from thigh to thigh. She spread her legs wider, wished he’d put his cock against her again. Her clit ached to be touched, her body primed for invasion.

“Dare, please…”

“Hmm, please what, Livvy?” he countered, his teeth on her thighs, licking after each nibble, closer and closer to her center.

“Oh God, please,” she begged, breathless.

Her head came up off the bed as his dark curls moved between her legs. Watching him sent a spiral of heat through her stomach to her pussy. Her juices flowed, her body on the edge of release.

She opened her mouth to beg for more, and a scream broke free instead. Dare’s tongue flicked her clit rapidly. Her head fell back, hips arched, pressing against him.

Dare’s finger slid inside her. Her pussy clenched and yanked it deeper. She shuddered, finding it difficult to breathe. How could a woman survive this man?

His finger moved in and out, as his tongue worked over her and created a frenzy of heat and moisture. Her body tightened as she teetered on the edge. She reached down, his hair tight in her fist. He moaned his approval.

“Dare, oh God.” His finger quickened its pace as her body bucked. She screamed his name.

Her entire being pulsed and shook. A euphoric release washed over her.

Dare’s groan reached her and she would have smiled if she wasn’t so damn tired.

Her ears rang as her body settled, and her eyelids lifted. She stared up at the cream canopy, uncertain if she’d ever move again. Even with Mr. Red and her past partners, she’d never felt the earth move quite like that.

Dare moved over her, his cock at her entrance.

He smiled down at her, her juices visible on his chin. Her heart skipped a beat and she was sure it turned inside her chest.  He was patient, caring and sweet. All men should be like him.

Dare guided his cock over her clit. Olivia was surprised to feel the condom latex. She didn’t know when he’d had the chance to put one on, but wouldn’t question it. She trusted him.

Her body came to life again under his ministrations. His gaze burned hot as his cock slid against her. She wanted him inside.

Olivia hauled him closer, and her mouth clasped his. Her musky scent mixed with his own sweet taste. Their tongues tangled and caressed gently. Time stood still as they absorbed each other.

Her hips undulated against his, her clit connecting with the tip of his cock each time. They moaned in unison, their bodies glistened.

“Livvy.” He groaned, his lips moving down her neck. At a spot she hadn’t known was sensitive, he nibbled and licked.

Her hips bucked against his. “Now, Dare. Now, please.”

He gave her neck one last lick and pushed himself up on one hand. With the other, he gripped his cock, his gaze locked with hers.

Olivia held her breath as he seated himself inside her, slow and deep. She exhaled and ran her gaze over his features. His dark irises were black dots amidst the white of his eyes. His hair matted with sweat, cheeks flushed—he was a remarkable sight.

She could watch him all night. As his body started to move, her eyes closed. She focused on the sensations of their linked bodies. Holding himself up on both arms, Dare thrust his cock, conquering her.

Olivia clasped his forearms; her body rose and fell to meet his on the down thrust. He filled her to capacity. She never knew she could be so full and still want more.

She wanted all of him.

Everything.

Olivia opened her eyes and met his. She licked her lips. “You feel so good.”

As his breathing increased, so did the movements of his hips. He pounded into her relentlessly, deep, strong, sure.

The precipice climbed toward her once again. She’d never had an orgasm with a man inside her. She tightened her muscles, kept him seated deep within her.

Dare groaned and she clenched again. “Jesus, Livvy, you feel amazing.”

Not one to disappoint, Olivia repeated the action, pleased when Dare moaned.

“You’re so tight, so wet. My cock’s never had it so good.”

He moved back, grabbed both her legs and placed them over his shoulders. The new position brought him deeper inside her. Her head thrashed from side to side.

It was glorious. This man, the emotions washing over her…Olivia would never forget it.

He thrust into her, deeper and more powerful. He called her name as his body rocked against her.

“Please,” Olivia gasped each breath she took. “Oh God, don’t stop, please.”

“Yes,” His body moved with hers, converged thrust for thrust. “Damn, baby, you’re so hot.”

The bed shook beneath them. The headboard hit the wall.

Dare pushed forward harder. Olivia opened her legs wider, taking him deeper. On the next thrust, she screamed, “Dare!” She bowed off the bed as her orgasm washed over her.

Dare’s speed increased and his arms tightened around her.

“Jesus.” He groaned. Quick, rapid thrusts, then his body reined tight, and his warmth filled her. His breathing was labored as he slowed.

With a whispered, “Livvy,” he collapsed on top of her. Her legs slipped off his shoulders, his head found a home on the mattress beside her.

Olivia opened her eyes and smiled.

Happy birthday to me!

With birthdays like the one she’d just had, women would never fret over turning another year older.

Then again, not all men were like Dare.

And she planned to keep him all to herself for as long as she could.

Chapter Four

“Harder, Dare. Deeper,” Olivia groaned, and moved fast and desperate.

Her back to him as she rode his cock, Dare’s eyes nearly rolled back inside his head as he watched her ass pound against his stomach.

For the last two days, they’d made use of every room and surface in her house. He couldn’t believe what he’d discovered beneath the quiet, independent woman currently astride him.

She was someone he’d be crazy to let go, and he had no plans to do so anytime soon.  She stole his breath with her lovemaking, made him want to give her more—everything he was.

Her humor and mind were ferocious and keen when it came to politics, literature. Much to his surprise, she was knowledgeable in sports, too.

“Dare!” Head thrown back, Olivia’s cry of pleasure bounced off the ceiling. His heart lurched.  She’d soon be the death of him.

He clasped her ass, lifted and slammed her down on him, relentless. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

She purred.  Damn, she was amazing.

“Play with your clit. Make yourself cum, baby.”

He could feel her fingers work her nub. Her juices ran down his cock and between his ass cheeks. He smiled, certain he’d send her shooting for the stars even faster and higher.

He worked two fingers between her ass, finding her hole.

Olivia jerked and nearly fell off his lap. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I know you need,” he whispered. He grabbed her hips and set her astride him properly again. His fingers played between her cheeks.  “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. Just trust me.”

His index finger worked into the hole, not quite to the knuckle but Dare could feel her breath quicken and her hips followed suit.  Oh, yeah, she’d liked this all right, but she had no idea.

“Keep rubbing that clit, Livvy.”

Her hips moved in consistent tandem, his shaft growing larger inside her. He shivered.  He only needed to hold on long enough to bring her the very best pleasure. And that was saying a lot considering all the sex they’d indulged in over the weekend.   Hell, she was the best he’d ever had and couldn’t believe how much more carnality there was to find with her.

Uninhibited, strong, wild and all-woman…being with her knocked him on his ass…literally.

“Oh, God. Yes, please, please. Hurry.”

His finger seated all the way inside her anus, he worked the digit in and out. As she impaled his cock on the down stroke, he pushed deeper inside her, drawing moan after gasp from her lips.

Her pussy tightened around his cock. “Damn, Liv…”  Dare gasped, not knowing if he could hold back any longer. His sac felt as if it would burst, but he found great pleasure in the feeling. No other woman ever made him feel so out of control or alive.

Hips pumping, Olivia leaned forward, placed her palms on his knees and gave him greater access to her ass. He pushed a second finger in. Dare pounded her anus as she jockeyed his cock, faster and harder than he’d ever been ridden before.

“Yes. Damn. Come for me.”

As if waiting for his permission, Olivia slammed down on him, threw her head back and screamed as her pussy tightened around him, and flew off the cliff. Her release washed over them, as he filled her with his own.

Breathing hard, thankful to be on lying down, he withdrew his fingers and jerked her limp body back against his.

He pushed her damp hair to the side, and kissed her neck and cheek. “You, okay, babe?”

Olivia let loose a small sigh. “Umm, better than all right. I’m not sure how well my legs will hold me up, though.”

Dare laughed.  One thing he’d come to love about her was her sense of humor. She continually surprised him.

Wait a minute. Had he used the
L
word?  Dare took a deep breath. That word never entered his vocabulary. With Olivia though, it didn’t seem so frightening.

“Hey, where’d you go?”

Her voice shook him from his ponderous thoughts. He noticed her staring at him, cleared his throat and smiled. “Right here with you. Exactly where I want to be.”

She grinned, eyes lighting up. “Yeah? Good, because you promised me an omelet…about six hours ago. Time to pay up.”

She rolled off him and over the side of the bed. After grabbing her robe from the floor, she slid her arms into it.  He would have preferred her to walk around in his t-shirt again but that had caused the delay in making her omelet. He had a hell of a time keeping his hands off her when she wore it.

“Woman, if you weren’t so damn sexy, I’d be able to resist you.”

She peered over her shoulder at him, her smile bright. “You just didn’t want to cook. Even though it was your turn.”

He sat up against the pillows and headboard, then watched her walk around the room picking up their discarded clothing. “You know, every time you pick up our mess, you have to do it all over again the next time.”

With a jovial laugh, she turned to glare at him, hands on her delectable hips. “I’m not one for having such a mess in my house. I bet you if I went looking, I’d find an article of clothing, boot, wallet or something in at least every room.  You’re a distraction yourself. I haven’t got a thing done all weekend.”

He pushed back the bed sheet and waved a hand down his frame. “Well, I wouldn’t say you’ve done
nothing
all weekend. Look at me. My poor body is wiped out.”

She pursed her lips, dropped the clothes in her hand and moved closer to the bed. She grabbed the hand sanitizer from the bedside table and handed it to him.

Leaning down, arms bracketing his sides, she kissed him gently. “Aww, darlin’, have you reached the end of your prowess? Do you need a few days rest?”

He captured her face between his palms and took her mouth. Tongues swirled and teeth scraped. He drowned in her taste.

Butterscotch from the candy she’d eaten earlier and a hint of peppermint still lingered from her recent brushing—she tasted as magnificent as she had the first time he’d kissed her—nearly forty-eight hours ago.

She would kill him, slowly but surely.

He gazed deep into her hunter green eyes. In that moment, he knew she was all he could ever want in a woman. The way she focused on him, aroused him… Hell, it was more than that. It as if her world revolved around him alone. It was intoxicating.

No one else had ever looked at him like that. He hoped to see it in her for a long time to come.

*

Olivia’s heart dipped in her chest, certain it would stop beating if she didn’t get away from this man. She pulled back and turned her back on him. She snatched her hairbrush off her dresser and attempted to tame the mess on her head.

She was starving. Maybe it was time to take a few minutes for herself.  “You’re welcome to the shower if you want. I’m going to throw a load of laundry in the wash.”

Her gaze met his in the mirror. She was certain he could read her deepest thoughts. He smirked as he pushed himself out of bed and made his way over to her.