The Dare (7 page)

he swallowed hard and shook her head. “I don’t even know you.”

“Trust your instincts then.”

Her instincts screamed to take wild advantage of this man before she had to leave.

“I have to wash my hair, there’s stuff in it.”

He stepped away from the door. She hesitated, not knowing what to do with the handcuffs, so she thrust them into his hands, ran into the bathroom, and shut the door. She leaned against it, breathing heavily. Oh dear Lord, how she just wanted to let him have his way with her. She swallowed hard and winced at the rawness of her throat. She would never forget this trip for so many reasons. She needed to get her mind off the hot captain, take a shower, wash her hair, get dressed, and forget she ever met him. As she stepped into the shower she wondered why she was showering here. Why didn’t she just get dressed and go back to her room?

Once she had washed her hair, she stood beneath the warm blast of water, allowing it to sluice over her body and cleanse her skin. She wished she could cleanse her troubled soul as easily.

She felt a cool draft of air and knew the door had been opened. She stood still, wondering what he was going to do. Long minutes passed before she opened her eyes and gasped.

Simon stood at the opening of the walk-in shower, the towel still wrapped around his waist, offering the handcuffs to her.

If she took them … Her gaze met his and she saw the fire raging in their green depths. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. If she took the cuffs—she would—oh hell. She would never see him again after this. No one but the two of them would know and her instinct told her she could trust this man not to harm her.

“All you have to say is yes, sweetheart.”

She swallowed and backed up toward the showerhead, and slowly raised her arms, crossing her wrists.

“Jesus, Kat,” he said huskily, stepping into the shower. Gently, he cuffed each wrist with the one set and cuffed them to the showerhead with the other, pulling her body taut, forcing her back flush against the cool marble wall.

He yanked his towel off and she caught her breath. He was swollen hard, the red head of his beautiful cock glistening with pre-cum.

“Are you always so ready?” she breathed.

He reached out and traced his fingers along hers before entwining them as he moved in and lowered his head to her lips. “Only with you.”

Katy’s body shook violently beneath the warm spray of water. She’d never met a man like Simon. He was not only 100 percent testosterone driven, but he was way out of her league in the beautiful people department. She was a lab rat to his Adonis.

The anticipation of what he was capable of doing to her sexually was so overwhelmingly thrilling, her stomach flip-flopped as if she were riding the Big Dipper on the Santa Cruz boardwalk. And she knew he could,
would
deliver. Accepting the handcuffs wasn’t about emotional trust; that was something she doubted she would ever give a man again. This was about pure, unadulterated lust. She wanted to experience that same kind of womb-shattering orgasm she had experienced when he’d been fucking her into oblivion two nights ago.

She was a wanton and she had no desire save for him to take her there again. When she had what she wanted, they would say their good-byes and that would be that. If that made her bad, then she wanted to be bad to the bone. At least once in her life. While the threesome had been epically amazing, what made it that way was Simon.
He
was the high-water mark of her sex life to date and would most likely hold that honor until the day she died. This was the gold medal round. She’d be a fool to pass it up.

He pressed his big hard body against her smaller, softer one, pushing her flush against the tile. “Katrina,” he said softly, an edge of want clinging to her name. The way he said it, all deep and slow and sexy, conjured up long breathless nights of tumultuous lovemaking on the beach. Oh, my …

“Yes, Simon,” she gasped as his teeth scraped lightly along her jugular and his tongue licked over her throat. She closed her eyes as a long low moan slipped from her lips.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

He chuckled low, nibbling her neck. “You have me, now what do you want to do with me?”

She hung helpless, at his mercy, and he wanted to know what she wanted? She didn’t know. She’d never been asked what she liked by a man. Evan had been on a single-minded mission to get her to orgasm. Maybe because they both tried so hard, they had missed something. All along the way, she had been too inhibited to ask. The previous night had blown the top off her sexuality. She’d come so easily with Simon and then Evan right afterward, but only with Evan because she was so primed from Simon. It was all Simon. It had been amazing and if there was one thing she knew for sure—“I want you to take me to the place you took me the other night.”

His eyes blazed possessively as his hands tightened around her fingers. “I told you I would never share you.”

“No,” she gasped when he nibbled her chin. He had yet to touch her body with his hands and all she wanted was him all over her. “The orgasm.” Shocking herself that she admitted it, she would not take it back. She wanted what only Simon had been able to give her. “I don’t care how you do it, just take me there again.” She opened her eyes to his brilliant gaze. “Please.”

His lips swooped down and took hers in a long, deep, intensely intimate kiss. Her body arched into his, her fingers tightly entwined with his. His skin branded her skin. His cock was hard and thick between them. Impatient for him, Katrina raised her legs around his waist and locked them behind his back, allowing his body to bare her weight and not the showerhead. He moaned as she rubbed herself along his thick shaft. His response to her fueled her confidence and her desire. She was so hot, so wet, and so aroused, ripples of panic flashed through her. She wanted him inside of her.
Needed
him inside of her. He was like a drug she had only had a taste of, and she was already addicted to the euphoric highs that came with being touched by this man.

It scared her. No, it terrified her. Their combustive chemical reaction to each other. Because after this, it was back to the real world in just a few hours. And in her real world there was no Simon. Her epic one-night followed by this one-morning stand was her last chance to be with him. To be shattered by him. To launch to a place she had never known existed. Could she handle the letdown? The inevitable craving for him that would infiltrate her waking moments as well as her dreams? She didn’t know the answer, and she didn’t care. She just wanted now to last forever.

He tore his lips from hers and caught her face between his hands. His breath was as shallow and hard as hers. “Kat, I can only promise you right now.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, Katrina bit back a cry of frustration. Emotion swelled painfully in her chest, catching her off guard. It was the story of her life. At least Simon was man enough to tell her the truth up front. For that alone, he stood head and shoulders above the others. Besides, it wasn’t like she could stick around for him either. “Then make right now count. Give me everything you have.”

His eyes widened as a tight smile pulled at his full lips. “Then hold on, sweetheart.”

“I will,” she whispered closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

His big hands slid down her neck to her shoulders, tracing slowly across the dip at her collarbone. His hips rotated in slow seductive swirls against hers, teasing and tempting.

“Simon,” she moaned, hanging from the handcuffs. “Please. Fill me …”

“Like this?” he asked, sliding a thick finger slow and easy into her as his lips caught a nipple and gently tugged at it.

“Oh—yes, deeper,” she begged.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue, as that big thick finger of his moved more deeply into her. He curled it upward and touched her where no man had ever touched her but him. She hissed in a sharp breath. And when he tapped against her, she nearly climbed on top of him.

He grabbed her ass with his free hand and in his efforts to keep her from sliding down his waist, he dug his fingers into her cheeks. She let herself go. Throwing her head back, her legs loosened around his waist, giving him full access to her. He was so big and strong, she felt both helpless and protected in his arms.

hen he dropped to his knees and wrapped her legs around his shoulders she cried out in surprised excitement. He was gentle as he probed her swollen folds with his tongue, lapping upward and around her clit like he had the other night. She could tell by his slow, savoring actions that he genuinely enjoyed going down on her. She thoroughly enjoyed his efforts. Even with her limited sexual experience, she knew he was good. The best. His tongue was thick, long, and talented. He used it with the precision of a surgeon, stroking, licking, spanking her hard little nub to heights where she had never gone. He held her steady with one hand and slid the other around her backside. Her hips rolled against his mouth as he ravaged her.

Breathless, she hung suspended in erotic nirvana. His fingers caressed her ass cheek while he rubbed his thumb up and down the tight bud of her anal opening. It was an erogenous zone of hers that she had never known she had until Evan touched her there by mistake one night. Simon didn’t try to enter, he just stroked and applied pressure as he licked and sucked her pussy. Slowly he plundered her seam, languidly sliding his tongue into her, deeply lapping her honey, making deep satisfied sounds. He nibbled her sensitive clitoris, then flicked it with his tongue, but what he did next, suckling it gently into his blistering wet mouth and holding on to it as he flicked it with his tongue, drove her crazy. He stroked her and licked her, kissed her and coddled her. He swirled his tongue around her, devouring her inch by inch until she could no longer contain the orgasm that had been building since she woke up in his bed.

His tempo quickened as her hips picked up rhythm. He didn’t mind her wanton thrusts against his face. His hand on her ass kept her in check, and as he dug his fingers into her cheek, and sucked her clit harder between his lips, her body gushed warmth. She roughly cried out when the orgasm tore out of her, vibrating from her core to his lips. He growled against her, enjoying the way her body shattered around his mouth. Her body twisted and writhed against him, pulling hard at the restraints and showerhead. God it felt good to be at his mercy. She relished the excitement of knowing he could do anything to her sexually and she would love it. Holding her steady, Simon pushed her toward another orgasm. “Ah, Simon,” she moaned, “I can’t—it’s too much.”

Her words only served to incite his lips and hands to a higher level of manipulation and pleasure. He slid his hand from her bottom and then pushed a thick finger into her convulsing body. His tongue swept back and forth across her clit, and just as she tensed for the next orgasm, he suckled her into his mouth and tapped her G-spot with a second finger. It sent her shooting to the moon.

God, she wanted freedom to dig her hands into his hair—oh, God, the intensity of the orgasm rocked through her, one shock wave after another. Her body jerked and heaved against his. “Simon …” she crooned. “Simon …”

He pulled away from her and all she could do was hang limp beneath the warm spray of water. He grabbed her leg and hiked her up against the tile. Wrapping her legs around his narrow waist he drove that lovely cock of his into her to the hilt.

“Simon—” she hoarsely sobbed, barely able to speak his name. He filled her to capacity. Beyond sublime. He didn’t move as her pussy muscles spasmodically fisted him, pulling him deeply into her.

Her hips trembled as she resisted the urge to move against him. A whimper escaped her lips.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he cajoled, licking her parted lips. “Don’t move, not yet, or it will be over for us both.”

Her body convulsed around his, refusing to unlock around him, and because of it, violent tremors swept through his body. He pressed his forehead against hers and with his free hand dug his fingers into her wet tangles. “Kat,” he said softly, the timbre of his voice deeper than before. “You feel so damn good.”

Involuntarily her liquid muscles flexed around him. He moaned and because neither one of them could wait another moment, he moved in her.

“Oh, my, God … that feels so decadent,” she breathed, arching into him. His lips caught a nipple, and he sucked her as his hips moved back and forth, his thick hot shaft thrusting in and out of her. She was soaking wet and molten hot, the heat of their bodies steaming up the shower.

He clung to her as he filled her and filled her and filled her until the imminent release inside of her exploded with such force that the showerhead ripped from the pipe from the pressure of her body’s gyrations, crashing to the shower floor. As the orgasm ripped through her, she dug her fingers into his hair, pushed his head back, and kissed him.

His big body shuddered as his orgasm hit him. His raw moans of pleasure coincided with the last wave of her orgasm, and together, breathless, they crashed to earth.

They sank to the shower floor, Simon still inside of her, her legs still around his waist, his long powerful arms wrapped around her tremoring body, and for long minutes as they recovered, they held each other.

Katy closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest. His heart banged like a kettle drum against her. Hers matched it beat for beat. It was crazy lusty sex, and she wanted more.

Her muscles flexed around his semi-hard erection.

“I’m going to need a few minutes,” he chuckled.

Heat smattered her cheeks. “I didn’t mean for you to—you know, go again.”

He reached over to the corner of the shower and turned the spewing water off from the broken pipe, then pulled slightly away from her, his green gaze searching her face. He raised his brows and said, “Really? Once is enough for you?”

“Um, not that I was counting, but there was more than one for me.”

He grinned. “I was counting those, too, and I know.”

Once again Katrina became uncomfortable with post-coital chitchat. With her previous lovers, it had inevitably, when she failed to climax, turned into a “What’s wrong with you?” lecture. Now that she had orgasmed—several times!—she was still gun-shy. Besides, she liked Simon too much to go there. There was no point in making their inevitable parting harder.

“I’d love to spend the day in bed with you,” she said far more casually than she felt. “But I’m sure you have to get to work and I have a flight to catch.”

“Oh yeah, work.” He grinned, smoothing damp hair from his forehead. “I forgot all about that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, catching her completely off guard. “You’re quite the distraction, Kat. Where are you flying off to?”

Um, did she tell him where she lived? Did it matter? “Home.”

“Where is home?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah,” he said pulling slightly away to look directly at her. “It kind of does.”

“I live in Northern California, Bay Area.”

“There’re flights to the Bay Area every hour out of San Diego. Catch a later one.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t have a problem with that,” she said, shifting away from him, more than cognizant of the fact they were still very much physically connected. This conversation was too intimate for something that was going to be over as soon as she dressed and walked out the door. “But I have work to get back to.”

He gently lifted her from his cock. Semen flowed out of her and she groaned. Panic flashed through her, but she calmed when she remembered Simon’s comment about being clean when Evan tossed him the condom. Call her naïve, but she had believed him. She was on birth control, but still it was very irresponsible of her not to have insisted he use a condom …

The reality of the details they had failed to ask shed an unattractive light on what she had just done: sport fucked a virtual stranger. Wow, call her Katy-two-night-stand. Who knew she had it in her? It didn’t feel very good. Not good at all. Craptastic actually.

Scrambling to stand up, with both hands still cuffed she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself and stepped from the shower. She needed to leave because the urge to get all clingy was overwhelming. Not that she wanted to have his baby, but she wanted him to show interest in her beyond the here and now, because she liked him. A lot. Anything past right now was impossible, though. She wasn’t Barbie, and while she didn’t think Simon was shallow Ken in any way, she instinctively knew she was not the outgoing, cover girl type that she pegged as Simon’s kind of woman. If they did go past today, he would ultimately dump her for Barbie or one of her friends, and she’d back to where she always was, alone.

Holding her hands out to him, she asked, “Would you please unlock me?”

He stood, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. She was sorry to say good-bye to the sight of his lovely nakedness. He was a magnificent specimen.

Reaching past her to the counter, he grabbed the small key sitting there and unlocked the cuffs. As he slid them from her, he took each wrist into his hands and gently rubbed the angry red welts.

It made her uncomfortable, the silence and the caring act. She wasn’t going to linger and be asked to leave. She was pulling that trigger first. Drawing away from him, she said, “That’s okay. I need to go.”