HazardsDare

by Frances Stockton

  He sat up long enough to rip away the special half bra created for the dress, sending it sailing out of sight. Back into position, he lowered himself down to continue ravaging the tender skin of her collarbone and sternum.

  Shifting downward as he went, he made his destination clear. It was all so incredibly exciting to be so out of control that they didn’t need a bed to have sex. With Hazard, she didn’t care where they were just as long as he was the man fucking her.

  And he delivered big, nearly causing Avery to come when he tongued one nipple, drawing most of her breast into his mouth. Sucking strongly, he compelled her to arch her back. Absently aware that she was thrashing and moaning, she wrapped her arms about his broad shoulders and hung on tight.

  “Suck my tits, Hazard, yes, please don’t stop,” she implored, as every draw and suck of his mouth on her nipple sent a streak of lightning straight to her clitoris. Her pussy was drenched with wanting.

  Goodness, was that her talking dirty? He growled something, affirmation maybe or a compliment, it was hard to say.

  He freed her nipple, blowing warm breath on her overheated nub, making her more desperate. Sweetly, he placed a tender kiss to the tip before turning his head to feast on her right nipple and breast with merciless delight.

  She loved it, welcomed it. This was what sex was supposed to be—fun, a rumpus, a time to connect and let go with someone special.

  Hazard was certainly someone special.

  Refusing to think about how special he could be to her, she clamped down on all thought save the fact that Hazard suddenly stopped what he was doing to reach into his back pocket.

  Withdrawing his wallet, he withdrew a couple of condoms and set the wallet aside.

  “Thank you for remembering,” she said, relieved to see the protection.

  “You’re safe with me. I’ve been tested as part of my physicals and I never have sex without a condom,” he reassured, grinning. He had such a nice smile. It was warm, tender.

  “So are you. I’m also on the Pill.” She’d been tested several times when she was with Timothy, even though they’d always used condoms.

  She’d insisted on it and he’d hated it. But that was just too bad. She wasn’t about to let herself get sick.

  “Do me a favor, Avery?”

  “Anything.”

  “Careful, my idea of anything might be pretty kinky.”

  “I hope so, Hazard.”

  “In that case, unbutton my fly for me.” Bracing himself on his arms, he did a push-up, holding steady for her to reach up and touch his huge cock, forcing him to expel a breath. “Dammit, Avery, do it. Keep that up, I’m done. I want you too much.”

  “All right, I’ll behave,” she said, teasing him with a wink and a stroke of her finger down the length of his very long, very thick cock, still restricted by blue jeans.

  Unwilling to tease much longer, she worked to unleash his erection, slowly unbuttoning his fly and expecting underwear. His cock sprang free. Nothing but jeans had kept him in check until now.

  Hell, he had the biggest, thickest penis she’d ever had the fortune of seeing before. No man should be this endowed. Having to touch him regardless of the consequences, she smoothed her fingers up and down his steely length, loving the veined girth and silky-soft tip.

  Precum had already slipped out of the tiny opening. Working it all around, she felt the power of his linebacker’s strength as he stayed propped on one arm and wrapped his hand around hers.

  Thrusting into her fist, he set up a tantalizing rhythm, becoming longer, impossibly harder. “Fucking hell! In you, Avery, I need to be in you.”

  Losing focus, he dropped down, nearly crushing her in the process. She didn’t mind having him on top of her at all. He felt great. Heavy, yes, however she liked being tackled by Hazard.

  Doing another one-armed push-up, he ripped open a foil packet. But it wasn’t enough to get him sheathed. Having to sit up, he pushed his jeans down to his knees, causing his cock to aim right out at her.

  “God, you’re huge!”

  “Um-hmm,” he uttered, at last sheathed and ready to go. “Still with me?”

  “Haven’t left.” Her dress was bunched up around her midsection, revealing that her newly waxed quim was bare except for a narrow landing strip.

  “Thought this was going to be fast and rough,” she said as his eyes traveled down the length of her body, only to home in on the part of her that needed him the most.

  “It will be, just taking a second to enjoy the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Easing back down on top of her, he wedged his cock tight against her mons, setting up a rubbing, circling motion with his hips.

  “Yes!”

  “I’m coming in. Open up those soft thighs and hold on to me. Don’t let go.”

  Feeling as though she were made for this moment, Avery did as he asked by hooking her legs up around his waist. Doing so caused her hips to leave the floor, spreading her open for his taking.

  Hazard lowered his head, kissing her as he entered her. His tongue slipped between her lips and teeth, twirling, seeking its match, his cock pushing in deeper, deeper still.

  The need to be fucked went into overdrive. Using the strength of her legs, she held on tight when he thrust, penetrating her pussy as deeply as he could go. Extremely aware that he was large, she felt truly taken.

  His thickness was incredible, making her aware of her soft femininity and his extreme hardness and vigor. He was so big that the tip of his cock pushed against her cervix, something she’d have thought would hurt.

  It didn’t. She liked being filled up by Hazard. With him, she was complete. Her vaginal opening accepted him, hugging him. The only problem was, he didn’t move.

  And dammit, she needed him to fuck her, like right now.

  “My god, baby, you’re tight! Give me a sec or this’ll be over too fast.”

  “I’ve only been with one man, Hazard. Show me how to fuck. I won’t break.”

  “No, you won’t.” With that, he drew back and thrust, his hips powering into her with the strength of pistons.

  As he continued to thrust, the dam he’d mentioned outside the door burst open within her, demanding she meet him thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss. Letting him take her for a decadent joyride, she was amazed that she could take on a cock the size of Hazard’s.

  “Yes! Harder, Hazard, fuck me harder! Nothing’s ever felt this right.”

  He gave her harder, his power so great it was a good thing he’d told her to hang on or else he’d have propelled her across the room. As it was, she was getting some rug burns on her back, but she didn’t give a fuck.

  Hazard was an answer to her prayers. His strength was amazing. Every thrust was rough and deep. Whenever he was deep, his groin would grind against her slit, miraculously crushing her clit exactly how she needed it.

  The need to orgasm grew stronger as she ground herself against him, learning how to rock and grind in accord with him. He seemed enormous and superhero strong, yet he did his best to be gentle and have a care for her head when they nearly collided with a table.

  Pausing for a second, he broke their kiss to look down at her face. “Pretty,” he praised. His long caramel hair hung down, brushing her chin and throat.

  “Someday maybe you’ll see me as beautiful.”

  He frowned at her, pausing in mid-thrust. “Avery, you are beautiful. I’d meant your hair.”

  “Guess you like the new me.”

  “Guess I do, now stop teasing and fuck me back.”

  Giving him what he demanded, she gripped him with her legs and knotted her hands through his hair. Propelling her hips back at him, Avery took Hazard’s cock deep, fast and furiously.

  Much like a lion, the linebacker in him roared and crushed her flat to the floor. Refusing to release her legs or her grip on his hair, she felt invincible, empowered.

  Something sweet and tender shifted between them, causing them to meet each other in a passionate kiss. Delicious tens
ion coiled low in her belly, drawing so tight it was almost painful, until the tension snapped like a slingshot, flinging her right into orgasm.

  “Ohmigod,” she uttered, the aftermath of climax leaving her breathless.

  Hazard tossed his head, uncaring about the grip of her fingers in his hair. “Come for me again, baby. The grip of your pussy when you come feels amazing.”

  With a grunt and a growl, he thrust hard, remaining buried deep in her pussy and grinding against her with such force she cried out in joy. Orgasm struck as if she hadn’t already come, this time a little deeper, a little different, but no less satisfying.

  Hazard grunted and nipped her throat, his cock thickening. “Coming, Avery, I’m coming in you,” he whispered hoarsely, the power of those simple words completing her.

  She’d made him come. Proud of herself, she wrapped him close and held him tight as his cock pulsed within her sheath. For a heartbeat, she wondered what it’d be like to feel his cum filling her up for real.

  That was impossible. They were nowhere near fucking without protection. To do so would not only be stupid, it would shatter the no-strings-attached rule they’d established at the club.

  Collapsing on top of her, Hazard expelled a harsh breath, doing his best to keep from crushing her. But she didn’t mind his weight. Right then, while still entwined in his arms, still caught in the warm glow of multiple orgasms, she’d found happiness.

  And for whatever reason, hormones, a lot of great sex, relief that she’d climaxed so beautifully, she giggled just before tears started to fall.

  The next thing she knew, Hazard jerked upward. “Shit, Avery, I hurt you!”

  “No, no, you didn’t. If you pull out right now, I swear, I will do you bodily harm. Don’t you get it? Now I know what it feels like to have sex and like it.”

  “Then don’t cry,” he said, lifting up to swipe away her tears. “Why the tears, baby?”

  “I’m happy.”

  “This is happy?”

  “Yes, it is. Thank you for giving me such joy.”

  He fell back to the floor, turning them so they could lie side to side, still joined.

  “Are we going to go through this each time we fuck?” he asked, his words spoken against her temple, where he breathed a tender kiss.

  “Honestly have no idea. This has never happened to me. I had no idea sex could be fun!”

  “Fucking should be fun. If it’s not, then something is wrong and it’s time to end things.”

  Freezing at the thought that he was already having second thoughts about the remainder of the week, or God forbid, he’d remember his duty to her brother, she hoped he didn’t detect how quickly she’d gotten attached to him.

  They’d made a bargain. She’d stick to it. She just wasn’t ready to give him up yet.

  He withdrew then and removed his spent condom and stood up to walk to the kitchenette and deposit it in the trash, drawing her attention to the fact that he was still almost fully clothed.

  He’d only shoved his jeans to his knees. Her dress was disheveled, but her breasts were bare and bright red from being sucked and from his chin stubble. The hem of her dress was up around her hips.

  “Hey, what’d I say? You got all tense on me,” he said, coming back to kneel down beside her and stroke her hair back behind her ear.

  “Nothing, Hazard, I’m fine. Are you all right? I pulled your hair pretty hard.”

  He grinned wide, causing her tummy to do a somersault. “I liked when you got rough with me. Feel free to use my hair as your reins if you need to or dig your nails in my back. I can take it.”

  “You know what? I like you a lot. Don’t panic. Just saying that I’m really glad you agreed to come here tonight.”

  Hazard sat back, freeing her locks to run his fingers through his tangled hair. “I am too. You sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

  “I might have a couple of rug burns, but I welcome them. Ha, who’d have thought little ole’ me would end up with rug burns?”

  “Let me see,” he insisted.

  “It’s not necessary.”

  “That wasn’t a suggestion. Unless you’re prepared to be dumped over my knees, stand up. Let me make sure you’re all right.”

  Feeling more exposed now than when they’d fucked, Avery stood up on legs that felt suspiciously weak. She tried to hide her self-consciousness by slipping her dress the rest of the way off and flinging it to a plush chaise in the suite.

  A gigantic California king-sized bed with a decadent duvet and butter-soft sheets was on the other side of the hotel room in its own alcove, creating a sense of privacy from the tan loveseat, matching chaise and entertainment system. Next to the alcove was a kitchenette with a small fridge, sink, coffeepot, silverware and place settings for two and a microwave.

  The bathroom was large enough to have a shower stall and a bathtub with room enough for two. The whole suite was made for a romantic getaway. Fresh flowers were on a dresser. A bottle of ice-cold champagne had been waiting when she checked in that morning.

  Concentrating on the décor of the room and the feel of ultra-soft carpeting beneath her feet, Avery turned around to present her bare ass for Hazard’s inspection. His hand came up, the touch of his fingers extremely gentle whenever he pressed or stroked.

  “I’m sorry. I left a couple of marks,” he apologized, going right up on his knees behind her to kiss the upper swell of her right butt cheek, then the left, before standing up and doing the same to her right shoulder blade.

  “It’s okay. I’m not upset. Umm, I need to use the bathroom, if you don’t mind.”

  His arms came around her waist, keeping her snug against him. “I don’t mind.”

  Odd that he agreed, but he hadn’t really let her go. Rather, his big hands splayed out, caressing upward to cup her breasts in each palm.

  “You have the perfect breasts,” he complimented, weighing them, squeezing. “C-cup, round and soft, they’re great for sucking and fucking. I’d like to fuck you like that, to watch you come apart while cum splashes all over your pretty breasts.”

  Promising herself to put that on her sex bucket list, Avery let her head drop backward to rest against Hazard’s big shoulder. “How do you know my cup size, much less how to fuck a woman’s breasts and get off?”

  “Best not answer that directly,” he murmured.

  He was probably right. Hazard was well known for his sexual exploits. He was a free man. Whatever he wanted to do as long as both parties were willing were within his right.

  So then why did jealousy pop her happiness like an overinflated balloon?

  “You’re thinking too much, baby. I can feel her wanting to return.”

  “Who?”

  “Sensible Avery. The one who’ll start questioning everything we say and do from here on out. Don’t. Don’t regret it now. It’s too late.”

  “You don’t like the sensible side of me?”

  “Actually, I do. I like you very much or I wouldn’t be here. But until this week is done, I’d prefer Wild Avery, who just wrestled me to the floor, demanding to be fucked.”

  “Then you enjoyed it too?”

  Hazard hummed his yes, his clever hands continuing to play with her breasts. “I’m curious about something. Did the front desk give you two keys when you checked in?”

  “Yes, the second’s on the nightstand by my bed.”

  “You okay if I keep the one I have, then?”

  “Sure, but why? Are you planning to leave already?”

  His hands caressed her flesh, moving so that his thumbs skimmed her taut nipples. “Does it feel like I’m leaving?” he asked, tugging a little and setting up a curious pang of need low in her belly.

  “No, but there’s no pressure for you to stay either,” she said, giving him an out. “The decision of when to call it a night is in your court, Hazard.”

  “I’m not going anywhere tonight. Unfortunately, I have plans tomorrow morning and I’m not sure how long it’ll ta
ke. I’d like to be able to have access to the room twenty-four/seven while you’re here.”

  “If you think I’m the type of person who’s going to sit in this hotel room waiting on you to show up, you’d be wrong.”

  “I don’t expect that at all. It’s easier if I have the key. We’ll work out a schedule or I’ll stay with you if you’d like. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she agreed, refusing to let doubts or regrets about being with Hazard creep in and ruin everything. She just didn’t like the harsh pang that tugged on her heart when he admitted he had plans tomorrow.

  It was possible his plans included another woman. And there was nothing Avery could do to prevent him from seeing them to fruition. No-strings meant no questions and no jealousy.

  “Tell you what, how about I order us up some room service while you’re in the bathroom?” he suggested, lowering his head to begin whispering kisses up and down the side of her throat.

  With the simplest touch of his lips against her skin, Avery’s doubts fled. They had now. That’s what she would hold on to and hope she didn’t make the mistake of looking beyond this week in Dare.

  “That would be great. Sex and tequila made me hungry.”

  “I’ll get us something substantial. We can store the leftovers in the fridge and nuke them when we’re hungry. It’s a sure bet we’ll need a midnight snack.”

  Hazard freed her to go find the room service menus. “Two places cater to this hotel,” she told him.

  “Roadhouse or Italian?”

  “Roadhouse. I’ve nothing against Italian, but I don’t want to smell garlicky afterward.”

  “Done deal. Go on. When a woman’s got to pee as badly as you do, she shouldn’t hold it too long.”

  “Hazard!” she gasped, belatedly realizing she was dancing on her toes a little.

  “Avery, go! Or I’ll do something drastic like turn the water faucet on at the sink over there.”

  “You wouldn’t dare!”

  “Never dare me,” he warned, heading right to the sink.

  Before he switched on the faucet, Avery made a dash into the huge bathroom and slammed the door.

  Chapter Three

  Hazard waited until Avery disappeared in the bathroom before running his hand over his face. He was half tempted to slap himself, but then how would he explain that to the woman he’d just fucked?