On a Dare

by Nadia Aidan

  "Come closer."

  She stepped closer, but stopped short of walking in between his legs.

  "Closer,” he whispered.

  She took a single step and stopped when her thighs brushed against the hard bulge between his legs. She let out a gasp and started to move back, but couldn't when Dylan reached out and cupped her ass with one hand to stop her.

  He ran his hands over the full globes that were completely exposed. She shivered as his hands caressed her bare flesh.

  "That was a nice show, but now it's time for you to strip for me."

  She opened her mouth to protest, but instantly snapped it shut. That was part of the bet, and she knew it.

  "I'll help you,” he said when apparently she didn't move fast enough. He reached behind her and one by one he undid the tiny eye hooks until finally the strapless corset would have fallen to the floor had she not held it to her with both hands.

  Annoyance flashed across his face as he covered her hands with his own. “Let it go, Lena,” he said softly and again like he'd done with the hooks, one by one he pried her fingers from the top until it finally did drop to the floor.

  She sucked in a breath at the same time he let out a low hiss.

  "God, you're beautiful,” he whispered reverently.

  She glanced down expecting to see him staring at her bare breasts but was shocked when their eyes met. She gulped deeply when a current of electricity pulsed between them.

  Her eyes never left his when he lifted a hand to tweak one nipple and then the other between his fingers. At the first touch of his lips against her stiffened peaks, her eyes slid closed and a breathy moan escaped her lips. He palmed the weight of her full breast in one hand while he gently suckled at the other. When he drew her hardened flesh deeper into his warm, wet mouth and nipped gently she felt the cream from her pussy gush out to stain her g-string.

  "Dylan,” she cried out hoarsely and dug her nails into the back of his head when he lifted her breasts, pushed them to together and worshipped her nipples with his mouth and tongue. Heat began to pulse at the centre of her core and she swore she would have collapsed to the floor if it weren't for the strength of Dylan's arm that shot out and wrapped around her waist to steady her.

  With one arm still draped around her, his hand at her back, he released her breast from his other hand and let it slowly skim down the side of her body. When he reached the thin scrap of fabric that was her g-string, he hooked his finger beneath it and tugged it down her legs until it fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood there before him, completely nude.

  She wanted to wrap her arms around her body to shield herself from his gaze. In all their time they'd been friends Dylan had never once seen her naked, not even an accidental walking in on her in the bathroom scenario. She stared down at the floor, suddenly feeling shy and nervous.

  Abruptly he stood to his feet and switched positions with her. She shot him a puzzled look.

  "Sit down,” he said and gestured to his empty chair behind her. She sat down, holding her legs pressed together with her palms against her knees.

  "Open your legs,” he whispered, his eyes boring into her.

  She swallowed hard and slowly parted her thighs. At the sight of her juices glistening along her slit, she dropped her gaze to the floor, mortified.

  "Look at me,” Dylan rasped out tightly, a tiny muscle in his jaw jerking beneath his skin.

  She held his intense gaze and followed his every movement as he dropped down to his knees and hooked her legs over his shoulders.

  "Dylan,” she said in alarm when she realised what he was about to do, but he ignored her. Instead he buried his face in her cunt and she nearly shot out of the chair at the first brush of his tongue along her moist folds. When he wrapped his lips around her tiny nub and sucked hard, she could no longer hold back. Tangling her hands in his hair, she held his face between her legs as he ate her pussy.

  "Yes, oh yes,” she moaned over and over again. She clenched her eyes shut and groaned loudly when he pushed his tongue inside her and fucked her with his mouth. When he pushed deeper and curled his tongue up she nearly shattered right there.

  The blood rushed to her head and pounded in her ears as she felt the pulsing vibrations of her impending climax begin to pump harder inside her.

  When he reached around to shove two fingers into her wet sheath at the same time he fastened his lips around her clit and nipped gently, she instantly exploded.

  "Dylan!” She cried out on a long moan as her legs shook violently and her sticky cum gushed from her pussy. He kept sucking at her clit and fucking her with his fingers as she rode out the last wave of her orgasm. Her entire body felt boneless, and she relaxed her hold in his hair at the same time her legs loosened around his head.

  She stared into his eyes, and shuddered again when he swiped his tongue through her slit one last time and licked his lips.

  He stroked his callused hands up and down her thighs for several lazy moments before slowly standing to his feet, and tugging her up with him.

  He sat back down and pulled her into his lap to face him so that she straddled him.

  "I said I was going to wait until we got home to make love to you, but I don't think I will manage to get very far as long as I have the taste of you on my lips,” he said hoarsely as he absently stroked her back.

  Lena shivered at his touch. She couldn't believe what they'd just done, in public no less, but she had to admit it felt damn good. Without saying a word she leaned forward and kissed him, letting him know that it was alright to lose control right then and there. He groaned against her mouth and deepened the kiss, twirling his tongue with hers. She shivered again at the sweet taste of herself on his lips. It was such an erotic feeling to drink her cum from his mouth.

  She cupped her hands behind his head and held him closer. God, she wanted him to make love to her. She couldn't wait either. She barely registered the sound of him sliding his zipper down to pull his cock from his pants, until she felt the tip bump against her belly. She stared down at his large erection and licked her lips. She wanted to taste him. She started to move off of him, but stopped when his hands clamped around her hips. She lifted her lustful gaze to his face.

  His face was flushed red and she could tell by the way his lips twisted into a frown that he was struggling to hold onto his last bit of control. He shook his head at the question in her eyes. “I am so turned on by you right now that I wouldn't last a second if you wrapped those pretty lips around my dick,” he choked out.

  The thought that she'd brought Dylan to the edge of his legendary restraint caused a tiny flutter of warmth to spread inside of her. She stroked her palm down his cheek and smiled. “Next time."

  He returned her teasing smile. “Definitely.” Then as quickly as his smile came it disappeared and he seized her hips in his hands and lifted her slightly off his lap.

  Lena held onto his shoulders and waited for him to join them. This was it. This single act would change everything between them, but she didn't dwell on that. They were here now and there was no turning back.

  "Fuck me, Dylan. I need you inside me,” she whispered seductively, still holding his gaze.

  Then with their eyes still locked, he settled her above his ramrod straight cock, and with achingly slow movements, slid her down onto his rigid flesh, and pushed his dick passed the clenching muscles of her tight, wet heat to bury himself deep inside her cunt.

  "Dylan!” Lena screamed at the same time he groaned out her name. She tightened her muscles around him trying to adjust to his large size.

  "Lena. Shit,” he hissed out when she clamped her muscles around him again. “Oh, God, Lena if you keep that up, I won't last much longer,” he warned and clutched her full hips in his hands to slowly pump her up and down his hard shaft.

  She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and settled her hands against his shoulders to just enjoy the ride.

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  Ch
apter Four

  "Oh, God, Lena,” he rasped against her ear as he jerked her down on his cock with rough strokes. He clenched his eyes shut and gripped her hips tighter. He wasn't going to last much longer.

  He groaned loudly and savoured the feel of her tight pussy gripping him with each powerful thrust. Her molten heat surrounded him and he revelled in the feel of her slick warmth every time he thrust his cock up inside her. He knew it would be like this between them—hot, explosive, intense.

  He reached around to grip her ass, forcing her to ride him harder, faster.

  "Dylan,” she gasped as he pumped her ass down at the same time he surged his cock up into her.

  He opened his eyes and buried his face between her lush breasts.

  "I love your tits, you know that?” he murmured against her chest as he released her hips to squash the full mounds together and suck on her hard nipples with loud slurping noises.

  "Uh, uh,” she moaned in a half hearted attempt to answer him as she took over setting the pace and slammed her pussy down on his hard rod over and over again.

  He hissed when his cock ploughed deeper inside her, nearly filling her to the hilt.

  "I love your tits, your pussy,” he mumbled between sucking at the now glistening wet peaks of her breasts. “God, you feel so good wrapped around my dick. Fuck me harder,” he growled as he abruptly released her breasts and gripped her hips to once again drive the pace of their fucking.

  This time he ploughed his cock into her with hard furious strokes as he pumped her hips down so that she could take his hard length at a frenzied pace.

  "I'm so close. Faster,” she demanded and her nails dug deeper into his shoulders.

  Tiny spasms began to rocket through her at the same time her pussy clenched hard around him. He glanced up to see her head thrown back, eyes closed, with her mouth open.

  Suddenly she screamed his name at the same time her body jerked and she bounced wildly in his lap, her tits slapping against her rib cage.

  The sight of her coming was the last straw. Her cunt clamped around his hard flesh like a tight fist and he felt his balls tighten. His cock twitched inside of her and moments later it violently exploded.

  "Lena,” he roared out as his climax washed over him and he dumped jet after jet of his white hot seed into her spasming cunt. “That's it baby, milk my cock with your wet pussy,” he rasped as his semen continued to erupt from him and pour into her waiting sheath.

  "Dylan,” she whispered hoarsely before she leaned forward and collapsed against his chest, to rest her head against his shoulder.

  He stroked her back that now gleamed with tiny droplets of sweat. She panted softly against him, her breasts teasing the coarse hairs on his chest every time she took a breath. He held her while shudders continued rack both of them until finally their breathing returned to normal.

  He tilted his head to the side and placed a gentle kiss against her forehead, still stroking her back.

  "You know that was actually three tips,” he murmured lazily.

  She chuckled against him. “Really? What were the other two?"

  "I think this counts for tip thirteen—ride him in a public venue like a theatre or movie."

  He felt her smile against his shoulder. “I'll give you that one. What's the other?"

  "Tip seven—if you can't get to a strip club, put on some stripper heels, fire engine red lingerie and give him a lap dance."

  She laughed again. “So, we're gonna call what we just did a lap dance now?"

  He shrugged and smiled. “We don't have to. It just means you have to give me a lap dance later. You know I'm all for that,” he teased.

  She finally lifted her head to look at him, her eyes twinkling with laughter. “No, you were right the first time. We'll count it."

  He laughed at her as he leaned forward to press a long kiss against her lips.

  When he finally drew back, her eyes were slightly glazed with desire, and she wore a wicked grin.

  She took her finger and traced her nail down his chest. “You know what this means, right?” She said seductively.

  He shot her a puzzled look and shook his head. “No, what?"

  Her grin grew wider. “This means I'm winning."

  * * * *

  Dylan pulled back onto the highway and smiled to himself. Yes, she was indeed winning. Those tips had certainly worked, but he knew there were a fair share on that list that he was not looking forward to trying.

  He flipped his signal to get over into the far left lane and was about to speed down the highway all the way home, but froze when something curled around the bulge in his jeans.

  He glanced down to see it was Lena's hand and then looked up at her to see a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

  He gulped deeply and his foot nearly slipped off the accelerator when she started to massage him slowly though his pants.

  "Lena, I'm on the highway. This is dangerous,” he warned.

  She tugged her lips into a naughty grin. “But it's tip number four—do him at 70 miles per hour on the expressway."

  He shook his head. “Let's just skip that one.” He sucked in a breath when she undid the zipper to pull his growing erection from his pants.

  "Uh, uh, we have to do all of them.” She leaned forward then and he nearly slammed into the back of a white BMW when she drew the tip of his dick inside her mouth.

  "Lena,” he hissed out in warning, but she ignored him to take more of him inside her mouth.

  A hoarse groan escaped his lips when she cupped his balls in one hand, and pumped his now hard as a rock shaft with the other, while she slid her tongue inside the tiny slit at the head of his cock.

  White hot lightning shot down his spine when she stroked her tongue back and forth, lapping up tiny droplets of precum, before she circled the crown along the ridge of sensitive skin.

  "Shit, Lena,” he said on a tortured moan, his hands clinging to the steering wheel for dear life. He didn't know how he did it, but somehow he managed to cross three lanes in order to settle in the far right lane. He set the cruise control to 50 and let his right foot slip from the accelerator, that way he hopefully wouldn't hit anything. He kept his left foot poised against the brake just in case.

  His gaze darted between focusing on the traffic in front of him and Lena's bobbing head.

  Still holding the wheel with one hand, he slid the other to the back of her head to tangle in her hair.

  If he hadn't been driving he would have closed his eyes and savoured the warmth of her mouth gliding up and down his dick. He thrust his hips upward meeting her stroke for stroke. She sucked him faster, her one hand applying gentle pressure as she massaged his balls in her palm while she tightened her other fist around his rigid girth to jerk him off.

  "Lena,” he croaked out when he felt the growing tingling sensation building at the base of his spine. His hand gripped the wheel tighter and his toes curled when she took him all the way to the back of her throat. She deep throated him several more times until he stiffened. His breathing became laboured at the same time his orgasm surged inside of him. For a moment he did close his eyes when he shot his first load into her mouth.

  He roared out her name in climax and his body jerked with tremors as he pumped his seed down her throat. She worked her lips up and down his shaft, sucking him dry until he was spent. He started to relax but was jolted to attention when a burning pain zoomed from the head of his cock all the way to his toes.

  "What the fuck,” he yelped as he quickly yanked his cock from her mouth. He stared at her in alarm. “What the hell was that for? You just bit my dick.” He frowned when instead of apologising she smiled.

  "That was tip number twelve—a playful nip along your man's package will send him over the edge in the middle of fellatio."

  He stared at her in horror. “Over the edge, straight to my death. Trust me, that tip does not work."

  He shot her a dark scowl when she threw her head back and laughed as he slipped his now li
mp cock back inside his pants and zipped himself up. How dare she laugh when he could still feel a slight twinge of pain at the tip of his dick?

  "Okay, so tip twelve didn't work, but four sure did.” She grinned.

  "I don't know if you should even get full credit for four; you were supposed to do me. Besides it says 70 and I was doing 50 all the way,” he said with a teasing leer.

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh don't be a sore loser. You know it counts."

  He shook his head and launched into a long protest. They spent the rest of the trip arguing over one point until they finally settled on half credit for each.

  * * * *

  It was close to three when they arrived back at the house. As soon as they entered the door, Lena headed straight to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. She ran the rose scented bar of soap over her tingling flesh and scrubbed hard. When she dipped it between her legs a moan escaped her lips as images of Dylan eating her out flashed through her head.

  She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside.

  "I can't do this to myself,” she muttered, hating the dejected sound she heard in her voice. “He doesn't see you as more than a friend, so don't start with the stupid fantasies,” she told herself so she wouldn't forget the rule she'd laid down. This was just light-hearted fun, nothing more. As long as she remembered that she would be fine—she hoped.

  She stilled at the sound of her bathroom door shutting. With a soap covered hand, she pulled back the shower curtain and peeked around its edge to see Dylan in all his nude perfection sauntering toward the tub sporting a very eager hard on.

  "Is there room for two?” He grinned and stepped inside.

  The two times they'd been intimate earlier in the day, he'd been fully clothed so she took her time drinking in the sigh of his perfectly chiselled, muscular body. She slid her gaze across his broad torso that was corded with hard muscles, only slightly hidden by a small smattering of dark chest hair. She followed the trail of hair down his taut abs to his hard cock, which jutted out eagerly from its nest of dark curls. While she fixated on his cock a tiny droplet of cum beaded at the tip and she licked her lips in anticipation before she reluctantly dragged her gaze back to his face.