On a Dare

by Nadia Aidan

  He wore a knowing grin. “Turn around,” he whispered over the din of the warm water cascading over their bodies. “And brace your hands against the wall."

  She turned around, bent over and laid her palms flat against the wet tiles. She peered at him from over her shoulder. “What tip is this?"

  He pushed her legs wider and stepped behind her to position his cock at her entrance. He met her questioning gaze. “It isn't a tip,” he said in a husky voice and dipped the head of his dick inside her.

  She closed her eyes and released a low moan.

  "You're already soaking wet. What were you thinking about before I came in here?” He groaned as he fed her his dick, inch by inch. She wanted to scream at him to enter her fully, but found it hard to find her voice.

  He pushed another inch past her tight muscles and stopped. “Were you thinking of what we did earlier?"

  She nodded. “Yes,” she cried out on a broken sob.

  He shoved himself deeper inside her, almost to the hilt, but not quite.

  "Which time?” He panted.

  She saw the image flash in her head and moaned loudly. “W—when you ate me out,” she stammered.

  "You liked that?"

  She nodded. “Yes, yes. I loved it."

  "I'm glad,” he said as he gripped her hips and surged forward, seating himself fully inside of her.

  She screamed at the feel of him stretching her. Pleasure, the likes of which she'd never known, unfurled in her belly and pulsed through her veins.

  He dug his fingers into the flesh at her hips and pumped his hips forward, thrusting his cock inside her, back and forth, over and over again.

  She threw her hips back at him, trying to keep up with his pace, but eventually the pleasure became too intense and she couldn't focus on anything but the throbbing need that pulsated from her core.

  He slammed into her on rough strokes, his balls slapping against her pussy, echoing in the small space of the shower over the sound of the streaming water.

  "Fuck me,” she cried out as his strokes grew deeper and harder. When he reached around with one hand to finger her clit she nearly slipped to the tub floor. Her pussy began to quiver with tiny spasms and she knew she was close to coming.

  Bracing her hands firmly against the wall, she pushed back into him to slam her cunt against his cock.

  "Harder. Fuck me harder,” she moaned.

  "Get on your knees,” he said in a gruff voice.

  Still joined, they slid to the floor together and he pushed her knees apart, to spread her legs wider. He then pushed her head forward so that she had no choice but to rest her head against her hands.

  Lukewarm water splattered across their bodies and dripped into her eyes, but she ignored it. With her ass high in the air, her body hummed in anticipation.

  With one hand between her legs, still toying with her clit, he placed the other against her upper back, between her shoulder blades to hold her down. He then rocked his hips against her to pound his stiff pole inside her. He rode her hard, with brutal strokes.

  She balled her hands into fists as tiny gasps tore past her lips with each stroke. His hips pistoned back and forth as he pumped his cock deep inside her while he rotated her tiny nub between his fingers.

  His thrusts grew harder and faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers at her clit. She clenched her eyes shut and opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Instead her body twitched wildly as tremors quaked from the centre of her core across her entire body. Somewhere in her euphoric haze she found her voice and screamed Dylan's name at the top of her lungs as molten juices gushed from her pussy to drench his pounding dick.

  She knew he was right behind her when he abruptly stiffened and called out her name on a low growl. He slammed his hard rod deep inside of her with a rough thrust. Moments later, with his cock buried inside her, hot liquid flooded her cunt.

  "Aahhhh,” he roared loudly as he pumped his seed inside her until it seeped from her hole and trickled down to the tub to be washed away by the water.

  They held themselves still in the same position for several long moments as they struggled to calm the wild beating of their hearts. Dylan was the first to recover. Despite her protests he slid his dick out of her and stood. He grasped her hips in his strong hands and lifted her to her feet to plant her down in front of him. Without a word, he quickly cleansed them of any evidence of their lovemaking, rinsed them, and shut off the water.

  With the utmost gentleness, he dried her off with her towel and wrapped it around her, before reaching for a spare towel to do the same to himself. He ushered her into the bedroom, laid down across her queen sized bed and pulled her on top of him, to hold her in his arms.

  She closed her eyes and settled into his embrace as he stroked her wet hair. In moments she drifted off to sleep. Although, somewhere in her subconscious she knew he remained awake, stroking her hair long after she'd fallen asleep.

  * * * *

  She stifled a yawn and stretched her arms out but stopped when her hand brushed against a hard object. The events of earlier instantly came flooding back and she whipped her head to the side to see Dylan's smiling face.

  "Hello, sleepy head,” he joked.

  She returned his smile. “What time is it?"

  "Almost six."

  Her eyes rounded and she shot straight up in the air. “Six? I can't believe my Saturday is almost gone.” She really couldn't believe she'd slept throughout the entire afternoon. She never indulged in a lazy Saturday.

  Dylan rolled out of bed and stood to his feet, and to her utter disappointment, with his towel still firmly in place.

  "Well it's not completely gone. What do you say we go grab some dinner from that new Thai place around the corner?"

  As if on cue her stomach growled. “Sounds like a plan,” she grinned sheepishly.

  He chuckled. “Great. Then I'll let you get dressed. I'll meet you downstairs in about thirty minutes,” he said just as he slipped out of her room.

  It was early spring in Atlanta so the air was still a little chilly at night. With that in mind, she threw on some jeans, a form fitting bone coloured turtle neck and matching boots with low heels. She slipped in some gold hoops, pulled her hair up into a simple chignon and applied just a light dusting of makeup. She checked her reflection in the mirror—simple, but elegant—her signature. She grabbed a small purse and a cream Cashmere sweater just in case it got colder and glided out of her bedroom. She bounded down the stairs to meet Dylan, who sat on the couch waiting for her.

  "Sorry, I'm late."

  He checked his watch. “You're not late, I was just early.” He glanced down at himself and grinned. “I didn't do much, but you—you look lovely."

  She smiled at the compliment and muttered a soft ‘thank you.’ “You look handsome yourself.” She actually wanted to tell him that his idea of not doing much was still more than enough. Like her he was dressed in jeans. Over his jeans he wore a gray blazer, with a white dress shirt beneath it and a black and gray tie at his neck. Only Dylan could make jeans look distinguished. He looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ or Playgirl, whichever imagination one decided to use at the moment.

  She shook her head and steered her thoughts back out of the gutter, for now. At least until they made it through dinner. After that, she would let them go wherever they chose to wander.

  It took less than ten minutes to travel to the restaurant and be seated. Lena drank in the rich and vibrant colours of the restaurant Thailand inspired décor before she settled into her chair to study the menu. After maybe ten seconds she closed it.

  "What?” She asked when she saw the grin on Dylan's face.

  "Let me guess—shrimp pad thai."

  She huffed out a breath and stared at him with mock irritation. “I can't help it. It's my favourite."

  "I know,” he said quietly and returned his gaze to his menu.

  Silence descended on the table, at the same time a current of electricity arced
between them. Those two simple words held a wealth of meaning. Without a doubt, he knew more about her than any other man on earth and she was sure she could say the same for him with regards to a woman. They were best friends, but they were more than that. Especially now. Even before today their friendship had been grounded in something deeper, something she put into words, but was there nonetheless.

  "What are you thinking?"

  Startled, she dragged her gaze to his face. She hadn't realise he'd placed his menu aside to stare at her. She struggled with the decision to make up something or tell him the truth.

  "You know I can usually tell when you're lying,” he said as if reading her mind.

  She narrowed her eyes and pinched her lips into a frown. There were rare times she hated that Dylan knew her so well, but this was certainly one of them. She blew out a breath. Truth it is.

  "I was just thinking that although I made the rule for nothing to change between us, things are going to change anyway,” she said quietly.

  His green eyes darkened and something flashed in their depths but before she could put her finger on the emotion she saw there, it disappeared.

  "They are, but that may not be so bad,” he whispered.

  Her heart quickened in her chest at his words. There was something about what he'd just said and how he said it that made her wonder if maybe she wasn't alone in her attraction. She chuckled to herself. Well from the experiences of the day she knew she wasn't alone when it came to the attraction, but what about more? Could he see her as being more than just his friend? The answer to that was what held her back, so instead of asking what she really wanted to ask she threw the ball back into his court.

  "If that's true then how would you like for things to be between us when these two weeks are up?"

  He steepled his fingers together and leaned back in his chair, with a smile on his face.

  "If I told you that then I would be revealing my terms for the bet?"

  She arched an eyebrow, now curious. “Your terms?” Something clicked inside her head and she tensed. “That would mean they're not material."

  He started to answer but stopped when the waiter reappeared. They gave their orders and before the man had barely turned his back she broached the question again.

  "I'm right. Your terms aren't material?"

  He held onto his smile, but his eyes were serious. “Nope."

  "Can you give me a hint?"

  "Nope.” He grinned.

  The rest of dinner and the ride all the way home were spent with her fishing for hints, but it wasn't until they were upstairs about to part ways to their separate bedrooms when he finally gave in.

  She parted her lips to say good night but didn't get a word out when he seized her small hand in his, dragged her down the hall to his bedroom and tugged her inside.

  He kicked the door shut with his foot and pulled her into his arms. Of its own volition, her body melted into his and she sighed as she twined her hands behind his neck.

  "I'll give you one hint,” he whispered and she shivered at the seductive caress of his warm breath along the sensitive skin of her ear.

  He backed her across the room and when her knees connected with the mattress she leaned back and they both tumbled to the bed, with him on top of her. Holding himself poised above her, he skimmed his fingers down her cheek.

  "My terms—they involve you,” he said softly, his expression completely serious.

  "Me?"

  "Yes, you,” he said and that was all he offered before he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

  Her pussy hummed to life as if she hadn't come three times already that day. She moaned softly when his tongue slipped between her lips to taste the inside of her mouth. With his body pressed against hers, she pushed off his jacket and undid his tie. The buttons to his dress shirt proved to be slightly more difficult as she clumsily fumbled with them. Somehow she managed to undo every single one until finally she could tug off his shirt and send it flying across the room where his jacket and tie now lay.

  She stroked her hands across the hard planes of his chiselled back just savouring the feeling of his muscles bulging beneath her fingers.

  A sigh escaped her lips when his hands skimmed along her bare stomach, and past her ribs to pull off her turtleneck. Despite her neat bun, some of her locks got caught in the tight fabric and she knew by the time he got her shirt off her hair was in wild disarray. She didn't care. She kicked off her boots with her heels and shimmied out of her jeans while he did the same.

  No sooner had their clothes disappeared, they were back in each other's arms.

  "Open your legs,” Dylan murmured between placing tiny kisses along her neck and collar bone.

  She eagerly spread her thighs so that he could settle between them. With his face still buried in the crook of her neck, he hooked his arms behind her knees to spread her wider and leaned forward to brush the tip of his cock against her now dripping hole.

  "Dylan,” her voice hitched slightly when he dipped the head of his dick inside her only to pull it out.

  She clenched her eyes shut and thrashed about against the bed as he did that over and over again until she finally begged him to stop.

  "Please, please. Stop teasing me,” she pleaded.

  His warm breath fanned against her neck as he chuckled. “Tell me what you want and I will."

  He stroked his tongue against her neck and her back arched off the bed.

  "I—I want you,” she cried out.

  He laughed again. “I know that, but what do you want me to do,"

  She groaned in frustration. She couldn't believe he wanted to play games when she was so close to losing her mind. “I want you inside me. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me,” she babbled, hoping one of those was the right answer.

  He moaned against her neck and inched his way inside of her. “God, you turn me on when you talk dirty,” he said and then jerked his hips forward to bury his cock inside her on one hard thrust.

  She let out a hoarse scream and locked her ankles behind his back.

  He pumped his hips back and forth to shove his cock inside of her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room.

  Lena scraped her nails down his back when he rotated his hips as he slammed his cock deeper inside her. Her legs began to tremble and shake as she struggled to keep them wrapped around his hips. Suddenly her cunt tightened around him as tiny contractions exploded from somewhere deep inside her.

  "Dylan! I'm coming,” she cried out as she threw her hips up at him. Flashes of light exploded behind her shut lids and she clung to him like he was her sustenance as wave after wave of her climax crested inside her. Hot juices poured from her pussy to coat his dick in its sticky warmth as it trickled down and stain the sheets beneath them.

  "Shit, shit,” Dylan groaned before he sucked in a sharp breath. He pounded his cock inside her on deep, stabbing strokes, and she held him tight.

  His thrusts became rough, primal even as he rode her with hard, vigorous thrusts.

  "I'm sorry, Lena. I can't be gentle. I can't stop it,” he grunted against her neck where he still had his face buried.

  "I'm yours Dylan to fuck how you please. It's alright, just let go. Come inside me,” she whispered as she tunnelled her fingers through his sweaty hair. She wrapped him in the cocoon of her embrace as he fucked her wildly with frenzied strokes.

  "Shit, Lena,” he hissed and slammed his dick inside the tight grip of her cunt one last time before he abruptly tensed.

  "Lena,” he grunted hoarsely. Seconds later she felt his cock grow harder and then a gush of warmth flooded her sheath. “Mmmm,” he moaned against her neck, his hips rocking back and forth on a lazy rhythm as hot jets of cum continued to spurt from his dick.

  She clenched and unclenched her pussy around his spasming cock.

  He hissed. “That's it baby. Milk my cock with that tight pussy of yours."

  She worked her muscles until sh
e was sure he'd emptied his balls of every last drop of cum and his dick softened. “God, Lena you have such good pussy. You don't know how good it feels when I'm inside you,” he murmured softly as tiny tremors continued to rock his body.

  When his climax finally subsided, he released her legs, but still remained on top of her. She stretched them out along the bed, wincing at the slight soreness in her thighs.

  He rolled off of her to drape her across his body. “I'm sorry if I hurt you. I don't know what happened. I kind of just lost control."

  She lifted her head from his chest to stare into his apologetic eyes. She touched her fingers along the stubble at his chin and smiled. “I think I like it when you lose control,” she said softly and leaned her head back down on his chest to snuggle deeper into his warmth.

  She ran her hands up and down his chest, through his coarse hair. “What tip was that?” She asked sleepily, letting her eyes drift closed.

  The deep rumble of his laughter bubbled up from inside his chest to vibrate across her body. “As far as I know that wasn't a tip. Just good ole fashioned lovemaking."

  She yawned softly. “That's good to know. The way we were going earlier I think we will probably run out of tips in three days."

  She fell asleep to his rich laughter, dreaming about all the things they had left to try.

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  Chapter Five

  "Sooo, how did the weekend go?"

  Lena lifted her lips into a secretive grin. “It was nice.” She thought back to how she and Dylan ended up spending Sunday hiking across Sweetwater Trail, just outside the city limits. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. They'd barely made it back to his car before they were ripping off each other's clothes. “Very nice,” she added after giving it a second thought.

  Maia rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair at Fune Sushi Bar, a trendy restaurant off of Peachtree, in the popular Midtown Atlanta district, where they sometimes met for lunch. “I can tell by that goofy, dreamy look on your face that it was better than nice. So what did you do?"