Dare Me

by River Laurent

  “Oh.” She gnaws at her lower lip worriedly.

  “Why did you never contact him before?” I ask. I’ve been so determined to fulfill her fantasy for her I’ve never taken the time to ask any questions before I left.

  “I didn’t think he would want to see me. He was part of a fine, wealthy family. I thought he might be ashamed of me. I was just a maid, Reese. I didn’t want to embarrass him. Even now, I won’t make this information public. I just want to see him before I… go.”

  I feel so sorry for her I could sob, but I put on a brave face and say brightly, “Well, it’s worked out for the best. You can tell him everything when he comes to see you.”

  All the excitement of the day is beginning to wear her out and her lower lip trembles slightly.

  “Don’t tire yourself out now. Go on, lie back and rest a little.”

  Like a little child, she obeys me. She rests her head back on the couch and looks up at me with shining eyes. God, how I love this woman. I squeeze her hand and get to my feet before I start bawling uncontrollably.

  “I need to go unpack the car and bring everything in. I want to give Dad a hand with making dinner,” I say. My voice is hoarse with emotion. I try to slip my hand out of hers, but she tightens her hold.

  “Thank you, Reese. Thank you for what you did. I don’t know what I have done to deserve you and your father, but I give thanks to the good Lord every day for the two of you.”

  Even though I didn’t want to cry, my eyes fill with tears. I swallow hard. This is what I mean about Morgan. After all the countless, selfless acts she has done for me throughout my life, she behaves as if this one thing I did for her is more important than everything she has ever done for me.

  “It is I who should be thanking God, for putting you in my life,” I say sadly.

  “We are both lucky, then,” she whispers.

  I kiss her and leave the room. As I carry my luggage up the stairs, I wonder what Drake’s visit will bring. I have no idea what to expect next.

  My intentions were honest when I first walked into that locker room, but now, as I dump my bags on my bedroom floor, they are all muddled with lust, passion, and the desire to see him again. I have a feeling that he isn’t done with me yet. I know I’m not done with him. I want him.

  I fall back onto my bed with a sigh. Sure, I know that he was using me to get what he wanted, but I’m hooked on him and craving for more. The only thing I want to do now is lock my bedroom door, slip my fingers into my panties, and spend a good hour alone with my memories of Drake Kelly and his massive cock.

  Chapter 5

  Drake

  I called the number that Reese left, hoping that I’d find some way to get hold of her again, but instead, I found myself talking to the lady claiming to be my real birth mother. My hackles were still up, but she was so incredibly happy to hear from me that I ended up listening to her with a kind of detached amazement.

  Was it truly possible for someone to pretend that level of sweet innocence and pure joy?

  I guess, if you’re pulling this kind of scheme, you should go all in and pick the sweetest, kindest, most adorable little lady you can find.

  Obviously, I agreed to meet her. The way I figured it, I’ll walk through her door, get to the bottom of the scam, then go find Reese and finish what we started. Any screwing that happens along the way, of course, will be purely incidental.

  The closest airport to my hometown is a small city about an hour north of it. It is a wet, thickly fogged day, and it sets the tone for the way I feel.

  It’s been forever since I was back here. Usually, my parents insist on coming up to me for the holidays. It works well because it gives them a nice break in the city, saves me the journey down, and means I don’t miss any of my training.

  I stride through the almost empty airport quickly, cherishing my anonymity. It’s rare to get a moment alone in the big city. No matter where I go, I always find myself cornered by fans, rival fans, or people who half-recognize me as that guy off the TV. Now, what is it you do again?

  I spot a baggage handler giving me a second glance, but it’s probably because I went to high school with his cousin or something. This town is so tiny it’s claustrophobic. Everyone knows everyone. No more than two degrees of separation between anyone or anything. And no fucking secrets. You can’t fart without everyone talking about it over coffee.

  “Drake?”

  I look up at him, and he grins widely. “It’s Simon. Simon Bateman. Elaine’s brother?”

  Nothing clicks and I stare at him blankly. “Sorry, man.”

  He doesn’t look embarrassed. “You used to date Suzie, Elaine’s best friend.”

  I frown. Fuck there have been so many Suzies and Elaines. They all blur into each other. I shrug apologetically.

  “Don’t worry about it. It was a long time ago,” he dismisses.

  “Yeah, it was,” I nod. “A very long time.”

  “It was a good game. We should go get a beer sometime,” he says.

  I grab my bag and heft it over my shoulder. “Thanks. I’m not around for long, but yeah, we should.”

  “Well, enjoy your stay, anyway,” he says, and I can’t figure out whether he’s being sarcastic or not.

  As I start walking towards the doors I pull out my phone and tap in the address of Reese’s stepmother. It’s all the way on the other side of town, on the practically-a-trailer-park side, as my mom once sniffed. I wonder if Reese lives with her parents. I step out of the airport and a taxi is waiting for me.

  I get in and give him the address.

  A powerful wave of nostalgia hits me as we cruise down the main street. So many years have passed since I last came back down this way, but it feels like yesterday that I sneaked out to go to clubs with my fake ID, and got into fights more times than I cared to count.

  It’s strange, seeing how things have changed and how things have stayed the same, the dive bar I went to after high school is now boarded up, but the little shop I got “sorry-I-cheated” gifts for my high school girlfriends is still open. I was such a dick then. I’m sure I got my first blowjob in one of the bathrooms of a bar on this street too.

  Less than an hour later I’m back in Petersville, the place that never changes. I pass the restaurant Mom and Dad liked to go for their anniversary. Their house wasn’t too far from here, but I wasn’t stopping in till later. Not until I’d got this situation with Reese all sorted out. A few minutes later I’m parking on the street my school bus used to go down every morning.

  It isn’t a long walk to the address Reese has given me. Petersville is so small that the difference between the ass side of town and the good is no more than two streets. Before long, I’m standing in front of a small, gray house. It’s sandwiched between two other identical houses on either side, but this one looked a little better-maintained that the neighbors’. I double-check the address, hesitate for a second, and then knock on the door twice.

  A few seconds later, I hear some movement inside the house, and sense someone approaching the door. The image of Reese naked and desperately rubbing herself on my dick flashes into my mind, and my cock swells rapidly. Suddenly, I don’t want to face anyone other than her right now. I’ve traveled all this way, wasted all these hours. My cock is fucking throbbing and all I want is to see her again.

  The door opens, and I find myself face-to-face with the woman I haven’t been able to get out of my head ever since she ran out on me. My heart leaps up into my throat. It’s one thing to have her in my head, but it’s a whole other thing to see her in front of me like this.

  She’s dressed in a tight black vest top that shows her curves off to perfection and a pair of baggy jeans cuffed at the ankles. She looks young and fresh. Her arms are bare, and I have to fight the urge to trail my fingers down her skin just to watch her reaction. Her mouth hangs open as she meets my gaze.

  “I’m here,” I remark, and peer past her into the corridor. No one else. Just her. My cock presses painf
ully against my zipper. “Can I come in?”

  “Uh, sure,” she nods, stepping aside. She seems more composed. Our last encounter was on my territory, but this is hers. I pause in the hallway, looking around and straining my ears, but I can’t see or hear anyone else.

  “Where are…?”

  “My parents are just taking a nap,” she explains, the words tripping from her mouth. “They should be down in an hour or so…”

  She trails off, and I see her eyes drift helplessly down to my lips. She clasps her hands in front of her, as though trying to put a barrier between us, and leans up against the wall behind her. Her top rides up a couple of inches, exposing a sliver of her midriff. The skin looks soft and golden. I glance down at it and run my tongue over my bottom lip. I can’t wait any longer. I must taste her, right this second.

  I step towards her, taking my time, and tuck my hands behind her head. Her hair is loose and flowing around her shoulders. The silky strands tangle in my fingers. She stares up at me for a moment, her lips part as I scan her face.

  Does she want this as much as I do?

  Her eyes half-close and her breath comes quickly, and I have my answer. I press my mouth to hers, and suddenly, we are grabbing each other and making out against the wall as if we haven’t seen each other in a year, not a couple of days.

  She smells as I remember, sweet and soft and utterly addictive. She moans softly against my lips, and slides her arms around my back, pulling me closer. I can already feel my cock hard as a rock against her hips, and she begins to grind against me lightly. Teasing me. Dammit, this woman knows exactly the effect she has on me and isn’t afraid to use it. Warning bells go off, but it doesn’t stop me. Nothing can anymore. I’m that far gone.

  I want to pick her up and fuck her right there and then, but I don’t have a condom at hand and as much as I fantasized about fucking her with my bare cock, I’m not that stupid. I slide my hands down and grope her tight ass, enjoying the way she gasps into my ear at every touch. God, she feels good.

  “I’ve kept up my end of the bargain,” I growl into her ear. “What are you going to give me in return?”

  She meets my gaze, and her eyes are wide, something dark pooling somewhere in the black of her irises as she gasps, “Anything.”

  I suck in a sharp breath. Having this woman whom I want more than anything in the world offer herself up to me like that is as intoxicating as taking a drug. Part of me wants to take my time and explore every inch of her body, to bring her to the realms of pleasure she’s never even come close to before, and another part of me wants to hear her coming at that instant, her screaming my name and feel her body tensing under mine.

  There will be time later for feasting on every inch of her luscious body. Now, I lean in and kiss her neck as I pin her arms above her head. Thank God, her parents are asleep. I’m not going to need long, but I don’t want to have to rush this more than I already need to.

  I slide my lips down her neck and over her collarbone, and her entire body writhes against mine in response. “Yes, yes, like that,” she moans. She’s so sensitive, it as if every touch is driving her crazy. Wait until she sees what I have in store for her.

  I move further and further down her body until I’m kneeling in front of her. I meet her gaze from where I’m sitting on the floor, and I can see her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen and reddened. I reach up and slide my fingers into her mouth, and she closes her eyes and sucks on them obediently. Her tongue works the pads lightly, and I bite my lip to avoid groaning with pleasure. Can I get her to blow me right now? No, no, I have better things in mind. No matter how good her mouth feels around my fingers.

  I pull my fingers from her mouth, reach down, and drag her jeans down her hips so that all that’s between us is her thin cotton panties. I press a kiss against her pussy through the fabric, blowing my warm breath softly against her most sensitive spot. She lets out a small cry, gripping the wall behind her for support, and I realized at once that I’m gonna need to find a way to keep her quiet if we’re not going to wake her parents.

  In one swift motion, I rip her panties on one hip, then the other. Hooking my fingers around the flimsy fabric I yank them off her. She gasps in surprise. Before she even has a chance to close her mouth, I push the bundled fabric into her mouth.

  Yeah, that should work well enough to keep the noise down.

  Her eyes open wide as she stares down at me, but she doesn’t try to take them out. My cock aches to see her like that, her plain white panties stuffing her cheeks and her thighs part obligingly for me. This girl is way dirtier than I’ve given her credit for. I must admit I love the thought of guessing just how far she will go.

  My eyes travel down from her face to her pussy. Her outer lips are already puffy and her clit is protruding from between begging me to touch it. I spread her lips wide so I can tease her clit and drive her mad the way she drove me insane. She bucks forward at my touch, squeezing her hands into fists as I stroke along the inside of her slick lips. She gushes onto my fingers as I move my mouth closer and she feels my breath on her bare pussy.

  I know we don’t have much time, but my God, teasing her like this is just so damn tempting. Her pussy is already dripping and her reactions are so intense, that I could have happily spent the entire day pushing her until she couldn’t take any more. But we don’t have all the time in the world, and I want to make her cum.

  I seal my lips around her clit and begin to suck lightly, flicking my tongue against her sensitive white bud to coax it out of its hood. She tastes as sweet as sugar, and I instantly crave more. Even through the panties, I can hear the near-shriek of pleasure she lets out when I begin to eat her out. I wonder how many times she has done this before. Whether this is the best she’s had.

  The stray thought of another man being with her makes me angry and jealous, and I roughly plunge a finger inside her. It makes her gasp. I withdraw my finger and push it back in, this time using a corkscrew motion and going slowly. Her thighs begin to tremble. With my other hand, I rub my cock through my jeans, trying to find relief as I furiously lick and suck on her pussy.

  I explore every inch of her cunt like that, slowly adding another finger. She leans more firmly against the wall to keep herself from collapsing to the floor. I suck on her lips, one fat one at a time, luxuriating in the feel and honeyed taste of them in my mouth. When her hips are rocking desperately, pleading for release, I move down to her slit and lap hungrily at the juices pouring down for a few minutes.

  Then, of course, like a dog returning to its favorite toy, I return my attention to her clit. I suck on it once more. It hardens in my mouth even as the muscles in her pussy grow tight around my fingers. I know she isn’t far from coming, but when she does, it is even more intense than I expect.

  Her cunt clenches my fingers tightly, gripping me like a vice, and her eyes flutter shut as her orgasm hits her. I have made many women cum in my lifetime, but this time, this is completely different. Her scream is barely muffled by the panties stuffed in her mouth, and I have to hurriedly wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright. It’s a full-body reaction, and I must admit that I’m a feeling a little proud to have drawn it out of her.

  I stand up, still holding her close, and pull the panties from her mouth. She opens her eyes, and I slide the fingers that have been inside her into her mouth. She parts her lips and sucks, gazing at me the whole time.

  Holy shit, this woman.

  I close my eyes and press my hips against hers, praying that we have time, praying that I can find some relief of my own before her parents come downstairs.

  Before I can even get my cock out, though, we hear movement from upstairs. She leaps away from me with a panicked look on her face and reaches down to pull up her jeans quickly. I stuff her panties into my pocket: a memento for later. I watch her as she tries to rearrange herself. Her lips are still glistening from her own wetness.

  I have to take a deep, steadying breath to avoid cl
osing the gap between us and fucking her anyway.

  Chapter 6

  Reese

  We both stand stock-still and listen to the noises upstairs. Someone is getting out of bed, and I’ll put money on it being Dad. Surely, they can’t have heard us? Even though Dad’s hearing is poor at best and the drugs effectively knock Morgan into such a deep sleep that it is sometimes hard to deliberately wake her up, I can’t be totally sure that they have been oblivious to everything that we’ve been up to down here. All I can hope is that Drake managed to muffle most of my noises by stuffing my panties into my mouth.

  I have no idea what I look like, but my face feels flushed, and my breath is still coming so fast I’m sure it must be blindingly obvious to anyone who lays eyes on me that I’ve just climaxed. Terrified that I’ll give the game away, I close my eyes and try to calm myself, but it’s hard, especially knowing that he’s right there, looking at me with more lust than I know what to do with.

  How am I supposed to react normally in front of my parents with a guy like this around?

  I force my eyes open and meet Drake’s gaze once more. I’ve had guys want me, sure, but I’ve never had anyone look at me like this before. As if he wants to devour me. Maybe it’s because I haven’t really wanted any other man to drag me off into his bedroom and never let me out again; their interest has never meant anything to me.

  Drake’s interest drives me wild.

  I take another deep breath and get a firm hold of myself. This isn’t about me. Though I can’t help cursing the fact that the first guy to come along in all my twenty years of life and who is my stepmom’s son, is also a man that I honestly want to be with. He’s here to see Morgan and I shouldn’t get in the way of that with my stupidly raging hormones.

  “How have you been?” I ask awkwardly, trying to disperse the heavy fog of desire that seems to have settled over the room since we drew apart.