HazardsDare

by Frances Stockton

  “Yeah, we’ll talk about that later.” Much later, because all he could think of was the warmth of her breath along the length of his cock.

  Then she licked him from base to tip, her tongue soft, warm and wet. Around and around her clever tongue went, lapping at him with gusto.

  Avery soon had him right where she wanted him, in her mouth, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. Her tongue played the head of his cock like a fiddle, finally parting her sweet lips to swallow him, and set up a natural rhythm that had his legs scrambling for purchase on the soft as silk duvet.

  Wanting to reward her for the excellent blowjob she was giving him, he homed in on her pussy. He loved that she’d waxed, leaving a tantalizing strip of soft blonde curls. Gripping her hips, he drew her back enough to lick her slit, clit to perineum, back and forth.

  She tasted like a woman, clean, fresh and sultry. He doubted any man had been given the opportunity to eat her pussy. Good thing, anything this tasty needed to be savored and enjoyed.

  Licking in earnest, he tongued her clit, circling it until the pulsing knot of flesh slipped into his mouth and he sucked on her until his cheeks hollowed out. Avery gasped and bucked, going wild.

  Aware that minutes had ticked by, he didn’t give a damn if someone knocked. Hazard was not going to give this up until Avery came. He hoped she gushed. He wanted to lap it all up.

  Running his tongue to her tight center, he stabbed his tongue deep into her, thrusting in and out as she resumed sucking his cock. The suction, wetness and warmth of her mouth had him thrusting and fucking back in earnest, even as he went at her cunt with gusto.

  Unable to see what she was doing, he didn’t need to. He felt it, loved the feel of her breath, the softness of her tongue and the way she knew to center attention on the underside of his crown.

  “Gonna come, baby, back off or it’ll be in your mouth.”

  “Almost there myself,” she murmured, tonguing him something good now. She was so fucking good, he counted himself lucky that she’d only done this to a dildo.

  Freeing her left hip, he skimmed his hand over the softness of her skin to her inner thighs…to her pussy. Drawing her clit between his teeth, he nibbled and sucked, putting his fingers to work by thrusting two into her core.

  “Oh, that’s good,” she praised, apparently liking the dual-fingered action.

  Scooting down some, he switched tactics, suspecting she’d go off like a volcano if he tongued her virgin asshole. There was no fucking way her ex had tried the move on her. He’d been a spineless weasel, no way.

  Shaking off thoughts of her ex, Hazard tickled her rosette with the tip of his tongue. Just that, just the tip and Avery drew off him in order to drop down on her elbows until her forehead smacked his inner thigh.

  It was a sure thing she didn’t expect him to do it again. “Hazard, what are you doing? Ohmigod, oh god, that’s so wrong!”

  “Should I stop?” he asked upon withdrawing and blowing hot air all along her rim. The nerves were incredibly sensitive there. She’d like it if she let him continue.

  “No, ohmigod, shouldn’t let you…can’t say no.”

  He smiled, tongued her sensitive rim again, licking, probing until his tongue opened her up and feeling happy to know she was getting off on anilingus.

  Avery trembled all over, her hips rocking so hard and fast now, he had to brace her with one arm to keep her from falling over.

  “Come for me, baby,” he commanded, managing to keep his fingers wedged inside her pussy, and thrust into her, losing count of the pace because she’d gobbled him up again.

  Only this time, she didn’t just suck him off. She took him to the back of her throat, paused, adjusted her jaw and swallowed his cock. Continuing to tongue her tiny rosette mercilessly, he fingered her vaginal opening, getting lost in pleasuring her.

  The sudden need to come gripped his balls, storming up his shaft with such force there was nothing he could do to stop it.

  “Hell yes,” he shouted, jetting hard down her throat. A knock at their door happened right as Avery cried out even louder, her cum drenching his fingers.

  “Oh no, we were loud,” she whimpered hoarsely, scrambling up and off him.

  “Whoa, careful, you’ll pull a muscle tensing up like that,” he soothed, reaching out to catch her before she fell off the bed. “I’ve got you.”

  “Room service is here.”

  “They’ll wait.” Bringing her down to him, he hugged her close, not caring if the delivery person had to wait a century before she calmed down.

  The knock sounded again. “Room service,” a man announced.

  “Hold on there,” Hazard called out. “You all right, Avery?”

  “Better than I’ve ever been in my whole life,” she admitted, sounding suspiciously like she was crying again.

  Some women cried after orgasm. It happened. Yet he didn’t like being the one to make Avery cry. “You sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. Guess I’m a crier,” she said against his bare shoulder. “Likely this will end after a couple of bouts of sex, unless you’ve given up on me.”

  “No way will that happen. We’ve only just started.” Hugging her to him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this satisfied after sex.

  “Good. Now go get the food. I’m starving.” Playfully, she slapped him flat on his ass hard enough to sting. Hell, yes, he liked that. Few women tried to get rough with him, he liked when Avery did.

  Letting her go, Hazard got off the bed, grabbed up Avery’s towel to knot it around his waist and headed to the door.

  “Cover up,” he warned before checking the eyehole to make sure it really was the delivery guy.

  Dressed in a cowboy getup, the waiter wasn’t in standard garb for a hotel. But nothing about Dare was standard. The roadhouse was all about cowboy grub, steak, burgers, hot wings, chili and cornbread. To wear a penguin suit would have been weird.

  “Hey, thanks for waiting,” he greeted after opening the door.

  “Sure thing, Mr. Osbourne,” the waiter said. Two domed-covered platters, Cokes, condiments and napkins were on a cart. “Where should I put this?”

  “Just bring it in and I’ll take it from there.”

  The guy pushed the cart through the door. Hazard took the check, added a generous tip and scribbled his signature on the bottom line with the pen included in the black billfold.

  He handed the billfold back, realizing that the guy’s eyes were glued to the other side of the room. Swinging around, he saw that Avery had covered up with a blanket. Not much bare skin was showing, but she looked all mussed up and flushed, evidence that they’d just fucked.

  “Keep your eyes to yourself, buddy,” he warned in a deadly serious whisper. “You blab about her to your buddies, you can consider your ass kicked.”

  “I’d never break Dare code, Mr. Osbourne. She’s pretty. Forgive me for staring.”

  “Yes, she is. And mine,” he stated. “Got it?”

  “Yes sir, when you’re done, wheel the cart out to the hall and call down to the front desk,” the guy said, stammering a little as Hazard backed him out of the hotel room.

  Huh, imagine that? The delivery guy barely noticed him. It was true that Dare had made a name for itself as a small town with Vegas-style fun and sin meant to be kept under wraps.

  Running into a football player or a Hollywood director was par for the course for residents. But that kid hadn’t cared who answered the door. Avery had been his focus.

  Not that he could get upset about that. She was pretty. No. She was more than that. She was beautiful.

  Belatedly aware that he’d told the boy Avery was his, Hazard waited for the panic to set in. Rather, he felt more settled, probably because they’d just had fantastic oral sex.

  Orgasm and blowjobs did that.

  Yeah, that’s what was happening. After-sex glow and all that, it’d never been this nice before. He could safely admit he had a crush on his secret lover. No one need
ed to know, right?

  Glad to be alone with Avery, he slid the deadbolt home on the door and slapped the brass door hook into place. A shuffle behind him brought his attention around.

  Buck naked, Avery dashed across the room to the closet, slid open the pocket door and withdrew a sage-green bathrobe. Only after it was knotted around her waist did she turn around and face him.

  “Everything okay with the food?” she asked, padding up to him.

  “Seems fine,” he answered. He hadn’t even looked.

  “Took you a few minutes to get rid of the waiter. What did you say to him?”

  “Gave him a big tip,” he said.

  “And an autograph, I bet. Folks around here might be used to men like you and Gabriel Krystiyan being here, but it has to be cool to run into someone who makes headlines.”

  “Gabriel Krystiyan?” Gabriel was a babe magnet. He constantly had women around, sometimes two or three at a time. “You met him already?”

  “Not personally, no. Jaxon mentioned him. I’d love to see a magic show.”

  “I’ll take you tomorrow night if you’d like.”

  “I would love that.” Avery lifted a dome lid off one plate. “Burgers and fries, excellent, I’m starving.”

  “Keep my plate warm for a few minutes. I’m going to take a turn in the bathroom and clean up before eating.”

  “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Politely, Avery set the dome back over the plate.

  “You’re hungry. Eat if you’d like.”

  “Not without you, it wouldn’t be right.” She moved the cart across the room to the kitchenette. “If anything cools off, we’ve a microwave.”

  She scooped up one of the Cokes, popped the lid and sipped right from the can. Hazard hurried to the bathroom. If she was going to wait, he intended to make it fast.

  Avery waited until Hazard closed the bathroom door before collapsing into the nearest chair. Incredibly, she didn’t think he’d noticed her trembling.

  It wasn’t that she was nervous any longer. Oh no. Their bout of oral sex on each other still had her heart racing and her legs were all wobbly. How she’d managed to walk around the room and remain upright was beyond her knowledge.

  For once, she was glad her mother insisted she take dance lessons. She’d absolutely hated ballet, hated the plié, pirouettes, pase de valse and trying to go on pointe. But she’d given it a go because her mom urged her to at least try to learn grace and balance.

  She’d achieved all but pointe. She simply couldn’t take the pressure and didn’t have the heart of a ballerina. She’d even tried other types of dance, tap and jazz, but she’d preferred hanging out at the barns and visiting the horses than being in dance studios.

  Wanting something to do, she walked over to the food tray. The domes were still warm. She heard the shower run briefly, followed by splashes at the sink and the crinkle of plastic wrap.

  The hotel supplied basic toiletries, including toothbrushes. He must have claimed one of the brushes. That was incredibly considerate, especially since he’d done the most decadent thing she’d ever experienced, anilingus.

  Mercy be to the person who figured out that little maneuver could be so pleasurable. And thank goodness she’d never dared let Timothy try such a thing. For reasons she didn’t want to concentrate on, Hazard doing that to her had been incredibly exciting and intimate.

  Tempted to sneak a French fry from one of the platters, she kept her fingers to herself and sipped on her soda. Better to cool off than get overheated again too soon.

  They could make it through a meal without jumping on each other. Sure they could.

  Hazard opened the door, startling her. “How was the shower?” she asked to cover the way she’d swung around as if she hadn’t known he was there. Her saving grace was that she didn’t spill any soda.

  “Real nice,” he said, watching her set the cold can down on the food cart. “Didn’t linger, but maybe I’ll coax you into taking a longer one later.”

  “Uh, no,” she refused.

  “Why not?” he asked, coming toward her wearing nothing but a towel and making her drool a little.

  “My hair, it took over two hours to achieve this look. There’s no way I’m letting it go wild tonight. As it is, the humidity in the shower alone would make it go frizzy.”

  “Thought this week was all about going wild.” Hazard filled out a towel better than any mortal man should be able to do. He was all defined strength and steel, with not an ounce of body fat. “You took a shower before. How’d you keep it dry?”

  “Stylist taught me to wrap it up in a big towel. And I used cool water.”

  “Clever,” he said.

  Caught up in appreciating him, she discovered what she loved about him was that he wasn’t too muscular to put his arms down or too big to wrap her arms around. He was a tall man, yes, and capable of crushing an offensive lineman and smashing QBs to the turf. That required stamina, skill and agility, not just overly developed muscle.

  And he had a light-brown dusting of chest hair in the shape of a T across his chest, thinning out at his navel and disappearing behind the towel. She absolutely loved that about him, thinking it made him more male, more real, instead of a cookie-cutter stud.

  A stud with ripped abs she longed to lick and nibble. She couldn’t fathom how she’d gotten to be the one standing here with him. But she’d take it and love it, living for each moment, each kiss and touch.

  His hand had come up to stroke through her straightened hair. She loved it when it was silky soft like this and unexpectedly accepted the beautician’s suggestion for pale-blonde highlights and brown lowlights.

  “I do like your hair, Avery. Just remember, it’s okay to let it get curly when you’re ready. I’d like to see it untamed.”

  Continuing to stroke her hair, he spread his fingers out like a makeshift comb, running them smoothly through her locks. Hypnotized by his rhythmic touch, she didn’t think to stop him when his head dipped closer and his mouth took hers in a kiss so sweet she sighed at the pleasure of it.

  He tasted like cinnamon toothpaste and smelled like hotel soap and temptation. “The food,” she uttered between kisses, having her voice swallowed by Hazard’s tongue.

  Seduced by Hazard’s kiss, she couldn’t let it end.

  “We’ve a microwave,” he said, easing up, but speaking the words against her lips so that she felt them.

  “You’re hungry.”

  “So are you,” he added, snagging her lip and biting it.

  “Ow,” she gasped, even as he erased the sting with a full-on French kiss.

  “Sorry, baby,” he apologized upon freeing her. “Can’t seem to get enough of you.”

  “Missed me, did you, Hazard?”

  “Yes.” Jerking away a measure or two, he looked down at her. His eyes were soft, heavy lidded. Bedroom eyes, some women called them. “Are you too hungry to fuck? If you are, stop me now.”

  Avery started when she realized his free hand had wedged between their hips to make a go at undoing the belt of her robe. “I didn’t think men could get hard this often. Will it hurt you if we keep up this pace?”

  “More like I’ll end up with blue balls if I don’t get inside you again real soon,” he admitted.

  “Oh dear.” She couldn’t very well let that happen. Impulsive as she could be by nature, she was a caretaker and it went against her creed to let a man be in pain.

  Hazard kissed her again, silencing further objection. It wasn’t as if she’d put up much of a fight. She wasn’t all that sure what she was resisting anyway.

  His tongue entered her mouth, seeking hers. Avery answered, twirling her tongue around his, letting the dance of seduction progress. His knee slid between her bare thighs, pushing up against her pussy. Need coiled within, drawing so taut, she began shifting her hips in unison with Hazard’s in search of relief.

  “Hazard, do something,” she commanded when all he did was free her lips to touch his kisses to her throat, the
roughened razor stubble on his chin and jaw brushing her skin.

  He knew. He must have known that the five o’clock shadow drove her crazy insane with wanting, even as his teeth nipped her skin, leaving a hot sting that vibrated outward and turned her on.

  The knot of her belt fell apart, the robe opening with a nudge of his hand. A swish of cloth made her glance down. His towel fell to the floor. Blinking twice, she thought she saw double.

  She wasn’t having vision trouble. His towel and her robe were a sage-green pile of terrycloth and cotton. Closing her eyes because Hazard gripped her hips and arched her over his arm to hold her steady, she moaned wantonly at the feel of his kisses heading southward to her breasts.

  Warm, moist and urgent, his mouth took ownership of her right nipple. At times he bit down, shaking his head and sending a gazillion frissons of pleasure whipping through her body, all aiming for her clit.

  Driving her need higher, he switched to her left breast, this time lapping gently, teasing and twirling and kissing her ever so gently.

  “Hazard! Please,” she growled, feeling as ferocious as a lioness.

  “Please what? Would you rather eat?” Drawing her up so they were face-to-face, he grinned knowingly. The man knew he’d won.

  “Fuck me, please.”

  “You sure, wouldn’t want the burgers to cool off.”

  “Screw the burgers. Fuck me!” Managing to pummel his shoulder, she flinched at how hard his muscle was.

  “You ever take dance lessons?” he asked, walking her backward. Since she had no idea where they were going, she had to trust him not to slam her into the wall or a chair.

  “When I was a kid, yes, I did. I sucked at it.”

  “How much you want to bet you were better than you thought?”

  “Sorry, I’m not following.”

  “Dance with me. Find out,” he invited, bringing her up nice and close to his splendid body.

  He positively radiated with warmth and confidence. The feel of his erection suddenly nestled between her legs was a gigantic reminder of how good it felt to be fucked by him.

  In her ear, he began to sing. “When you came in, the air went out…I don’t know who you think you are…but before the night is through…I want to do bad things to you…”