HazardsDare

by Frances Stockton

  “I smell like chocolate.”

  “Too bad phones don’t have smell-o-vision.”

  “Like chocolate, do you?”

  “On you, I’ll love it.”

  “When can I expect you back?”

  “Couple more hours here,” he answered. “I’ll need a shower when I’m done. I smell like vinegar.”

  “Why?”

  “Jax’s window-cleaning formula is all over me.”

  Imagining the smell of vinegar, she wrinkled her nose. “Ah, then I’m glad I can only smell myself.”

  “What else can you do yourself?”

  “Let’s see, I can brush my teeth, bathe, help patients continue to heal after Doc puts them together again, give great blowjobs to my guy,” she answered softly, feeling the aftereffects of pampering, massage and multiple orgasms.

  “You do give great head, baby.”

  “Thank you. You’re the only one to know so far.”

  “I’m honored.” He started to whisper something else, but a sudden sneeze overcame his voice.

  “Bless you.”

  “Thanks, vinegar’s playing havoc with my sinuses.”

  “Aw, when you come home, I’ll give you a rubdown…if you shower first.”

  “I’ll be sure to. No deflecting, Avery. What else can you do by yourself, right now?”

  She didn’t think she’d deflected anything. “What is it you want me to say?”

  “I think you know,” he said, whispering again. “What are you wearing?”

  “Umm, are we having phone sex?”

  “You are about to. It’s kind of awkward for me, given where I am and Jax’s proximity.”

  “Something tells me he’d like to join in.”

  “Would you like that?”

  “For Jax to join in with us, you mean?”

  “Yes.”

  The idea was tempting, yes, yes it was. Jaxon Wynter had this metrosexual magnetism that hinted that he was superb and sexually dominant in bed with men and women equally. On some men, the metrosexual style and attitude didn’t work. Jaxon perfected it.

  “I’d be tempted if you were there,” she answered, hoping that was the response he wanted. “Hazard, have you ever had a ménage?”

  Coughing a little, he answered, “Yeah, sorry, baby.”

  “Often?”

  “More times than I care to admit,” he said.

  “What’s it like?”

  “Sexy, orgasmic and adventurous if done right, but complicated and not for the faint of heart,” he answered after a minute. “If ménage is something you want to try, you need to be up front with me, Avery. Don’t pursue it on your own, you’ll end up hurt and used.”

  “Honestly, I know a few people who’ve tried them, my brother included until he committed himself to Ryan. They run a BDSM membership-only club at their castle. What happens there stays within the walls, but wondering what goes on is intriguing.”

  “You ever go to that club without me, Avery Grant, our relationship is over,” Hazard warned.

  “That’s a little hypocritical. We have a week together. What we do afterward is entirely open.”

  “I guess that’s fair. It’d kill me if you got hurt. BDSM clubs are serious shit. Going into that kind of lifestyle without doing research or finding the right person is foolish.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I’ve given it consideration. It’s not for me. Bondage, sure, I’m up for that. The hardcore side I leave to those who truly get off on it. Creating sex fantasies is more my style. I’ve got a number of them to carry out with you.”

  “Sex fantasies sound promising. There are a number I’d like to do with you. Honestly, though? I maintain what I said before. I’d not do them without you.”

  “Why is that?”

  “You make me feel safe enough to explore my sexuality, something I’ve never tried to do before. Had I met anyone else last night, I’d have come back to my room and fallen asleep on the chaise while watching old movies.”

  “You’re always safe with me. That’s what friends are for.”

  Friends. He considered them friends. That was a good thing. Except it felt as if he’d just popped her favorite balloon.

  “Avery, talk to me.”

  “I was thinking about what you said. I’m glad we’re friends too.”

  “We’re more than that,” he told her a few seconds later. “We’re not going to be done after this week. Not by a long shot, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Do something for me.”

  “Are we back to phone sex again?”

  “Only if you reach into that drawer and get the glass dildo.”

  Avery automatically scooted close enough to the bedside table to open it and retrieve the gorgeous ridged glass penis. It felt heavy and slick and bumpy in all the right places.

  “Do you have it?” Hazard asked.

  “It’s in my hand.”

  “Get it nice and warm before you put it inside you. First, remove every stitch of clothing.”

  “I could fake it, you know? All you can do is hear what I tell you.”

  “Once you’re naked, put the phone on speaker and adjust the sound as loud as you need to hear me, then place it real close to your pussy. I’ll hear when you come just fine.”

  “Oh god,” she muttered, setting the phone aside long enough to undress and do exactly what he’d told her to.

  As soon as she was naked, she got into a relaxing position and set the phone as close to her quim as she could and not risk breaking it if she sat on it by the time this was done.

  Chuckling a little, she finally made her voice heard. “Okay, Hazard, I’m all set.”

  “Baby, you sound like I’m about to hogtie and flog you.” His voice came back to her loud and clear. The speakerphone was superior.

  “I’m a little nervous.”

  “There’s no reason to be. It’s only the two of us right now. Put aside any doubts you may have about how beautiful and sexy you are to me. Focus on my voice.”

  “Will you sing to me again, Hazard?”

  “Yeah, I can do that for you. I’ll sing something I’ve written.” Beginning with a hum, he began to sing.

  His baritone was deep, resonant, a seduction all its own. At some point she got lost in the lyrics that promised fidelity to his girl and she could have sworn he hastily added that she was his girl.

  Pausing for a moment, Hazard asked her to warm the dildo before using it on herself.

  Avery palmed the glass, stroking it as if the dildo were an extension of Hazard. “I’m stroking it to warm it up, but I’d sure prefer to be touching your cock, Hazard.”

  “That’s it. You’ve got it. Keep talking, baby.”

  She placed the dildo beneath the covers, warming it more by resting it just between her thighs. “It’s close to my pussy, but not too close, it’s being warmed by covers and body heat.”

  “I’m going to put a country twist on a song you may have heard before. Every time I sing touch myself, you’re to touch yourself for me. Imagine that your hands are mine. Imagine the calluses and roughness of my unshaven chin scratching your skin.”

  “You know I like that?”

  “Of course, you light up like Fourth of July fireworks. Stay with me, listen, learn your body in ways you’ve yet to explore.”

  “I’ve masturbated plenty of times.”

  “Then you know how to turn yourself on.”

  “You turn me on.”

  “Prove it, listen and seduce your body.”

  Avery thought she’d already been seduced until he began singing a country version of a song made popular by the Divinyls. Listening, she waited for the words, “I touch myself” and caressing herself from her belly to her breasts.

  No matter where she touched, her nerve endings danced with awareness of the man singing to her. Her needs as a woman were being met by his voice and by her hand, carrying her away to the place she’d only found in Hazard’s arms, heave
n.

  Getting lost in the moment, she came to realize that even though she was alone in the room, Hazard was with her, singing, helping her discover her body, a body she’d thought she’d known by heart long before now.

  Ultimately, she combed her fingers through the narrow trail of hair remaining on her quim, aiming for her clit. Sliding her finger up and down her creamy flesh, she found and teased the tension-filled morsel, automatically rocking her hips to seek an ease to the gloriously delicious sensations building within her.

  “Oh Hazard, I miss you,” she uttered aloud, slowly shifting attention to her core and pushing her middle finger deep inside, hoping he would know how desperately she wanted her fingers to feel as thick and long and warm as his.

  “Miss you too,” he returned, humming now.

  As nice as it was to feel her finger slide in and out, she had to add another. Three wasn’t enough and a little awkward.

  “Use the dildo, Avery,” Hazard told her, sounding as taken in by the moment as she was.

  Avery uncovered the glass dildo and brought it to her mouth. Wanting to lubricate it with saliva, she licked and suckled it, imagining she was doing this to Hazard’s cock.

  Going so far as deep throating the glass dildo, she prayed Hazard knew what she was doing. Moaning at the thought of doing this on him made it more real, made her moan and suck and lick some more.

  “That’s my girl,” Hazard said. “I hear you. I hear you warming that dildo up for your tight pussy. It’ll feel good to fuck yourself.”

  Withdrawing the toy from her mouth, she said, “It will. But it’d be better if it was you filling me up.”

  “When I get there, I will.”

  “I might be asleep.”

  “Then I’ll wake you up. Do it now. Fuck yourself for me.”

  Getting a thrill from the alpha command in his voice, Avery grasped the end of the dildo, bent her knees and parted her thighs extra wide to place the toy between her legs.

  In her peripheral vision, she saw her cellphone. She’d placed it close enough to her body that Hazard could hear what she was doing and far enough away to keep it from hindering movement.

  Penetrating herself with the saliva-dampened glass cock, she took it nice and slow, allowing time for her body to adjust to the thickness and nubs. The nubs stroked her right where she needed, the largest ridge placed at just the right spot to brush her G-spot.

  “Move your hand, baby.”

  Avery did so, loving the feel of the toy and the ease with which she took it into her body. Closing her eyes, she readjusted herself ever so slightly for more comfort and began thrusting in earnest, arching her hips into the thrusts, taking it harder.

  Needing a little more, she used her free hand to manipulate her clitoris, rubbing it while she fucked herself. Now would be a good time to have a hands-free sex machine.

  Since she didn’t, she kept thrusting and playing, going so far as to pinch her pulsing love knot between her finger and thumb and jerk it. Lost in sensation, the desire she’d known only with Hazard tightened deep inside, setting off sweet flutters of sensation through her whole body.

  Hazard’s voice grew deeper. He started singing again, his words deeper and emphatic. A groan from her lips caused him to stop and talk her through the self-pleasuring.

  Finally, she crested the waves of orgasm, sending her off into a world filled with Hazard’s voice and indescribable pleasure.

  It took several deep breaths to come back to earth and realize he wasn’t on the bed next to her. “Oh wow,” she said. “Hazard, that was good.”

  “You were so good that I’ve got a boner the size of a telephone pole and can’t open my fly to jerk myself off. Gonna have to escape to the bathroom after this.”

  “Too bad you’re not here. I’d help you come.”

  “Let me finish up here so I can get back to you.”

  “Okay.” Avery reached down to get the phone, placing it to her ear.

  “Do me one favor?”

  “Yes?”

  “Leave the dildo inside you for as long as you can. I’d like to think you’ll imagine it’s me making love to you in your dreams.”

  “I will,” she agreed, getting sleepier. “I’ll sleep great until you come back. Bye, for now.”

  “Bye, baby.” She told him to drive safely and turned off the phone. Wrongly thinking she’d never fall asleep with a dildo in her pussy, Avery settled herself more comfortably in bed and closed her eyes.

  A night of sex, masturbation and a day at the spa caught up with her. Sleep came easily.

  Chapter Six

  Avery came awake when she heard a rustle beside her on the bed.

  A linebacker-strong arm came to rest at Avery’s waist, drawing her against the broad expanse of his bare chest. The subtle brush of chest hair tickled a little, delighting her. The smell of Lever 2000 and a clean man tickled her nose.

  “Hazard, you’re home,” she murmured, half afraid she’d only dreamt the last day and a half.

  “I’m here, baby,” he assured, tightening his hold so they were completely aligned like a pair of spoons. As they lay together, he skimmed his hand down between her legs to carefully withdraw the dildo she’d managed to hold within her core.

  With the toy out of the way, he shuffled closer, his erection nudging the crack of her ass, tempting her to wonder if he’d ever take her in a way she’d never do with anyone else.

  Dare she tell him anal sex was on her bucket list?

  “Missed you, know that, Avery Grant?”

  “I do now. When did you get in?”

  “Just now,” he answered.

  “You showered quickly.”

  “Took a shower at Jax’s place.”

  “That was nice of you.”

  “Sometimes I’m nice. I’d be nicer if you’d let me make love to you.”

  Becoming acutely aware that the dildo was gone, she desperately wanted Hazard to replace the glass dick.

  When he’d been away, she’d felt empty. Masturbation and phone sex helped fill that void, but she’d truly missed him. Now that she’d gotten to know him for the person he was, she didn’t know how she’d let go if their feelings turned out to be part of a holiday vacation.

  “Hazard, did you mean what you said on the phone?”

  His fingers splayed out across her tummy, the lightest strokes along her bellybutton delighting her fancy like nothing could. Instead of using his strength to his advantage, he was gentle, patient.

  His cock, rampant and hot, was pressed right up against her, leaving a slightly sticky trail of precum between her butt cheeks. She was so tempted by the idea of being taken there, she ground her hips.

  Fear of discomfort stilled her.

  “I said a lot on the phone. You’ll need to be more specific,” he answered, drawing his hand up along her body to cup her right breast. He was so big and strong, yet his touch was sensual and slightly roughened by years of training for the rigorous requirements of professional football.

  “You’d said that we wouldn’t be done at the end of the week. Be honest, please. I can’t pretend that I only want us to be casual fuck buddies anymore. I simply can’t.”

  “Face me. I’ll tell you the truth.”

  Hazard brought her around until they lay face-to-face. He smiled at her, looking incredibly handsome and better than she remembered. His hair was freshly washed and hung down to his shoulders like warm caramel, framing his face and accenting his lion-like eyes.

  “Did you mean it, Trevor?” she asked, using his first name to emphasize the importance of his response.

  “I spoke from here,” he said, placing his hand over his heart. “Are you having second thoughts? You’ve had a lot of time to think today. If so, say so now, Avery.”

  “The only second thought I’m having is the foolish idea that we could have a no-strings-attached affair. Before we met, I had a crush on you. My crush has become so much more significant than that.”

  “Strings w
ere attached the second we looked at each other from across the club. They can’t be undone.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No need to apologize. Do I look mad?”

  “You said you didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t want one. Not until now. I was wrong.”

  “Do you want to be my mine, Avery?”

  Unable to fight the smile that came to her face, Avery’s heartbeat fluttered with joy. Yes, oh, yes, she did want to be his.

  “Yes, as long as it doesn’t scare you away. If all we have is this time in Dare, I’ll treasure it forever.”

  “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go when we leave Nevada.”

  “And that doesn’t scare you? Scares me,” she confessed. “You’re the first man I’ve wanted who wasn’t pushed onto me by my brother or father and I realize I’m risking a broken heart. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

  “Scares the ever-loving hell outta me, but not being with you scares me a helluva lot more than your family.”

  “There’s so much I’d like to do and learn from you. So yes, I’ll be yours. Will you be mine?”

  “I already am,” he stated, the panic she feared he’d feel at this moment nonexistent. He smiled. His was confidence in full force. “The only thing I ask for in return is honesty.”

  “I’d never be any less.”

  “That’s my girl,” he praised, leaning in to kiss her lips.

  Drawn into his body with the stroke of his hand up her back, she welcomed his embrace and his kiss. Kissing him was magic. His touch was sincere. Opening up to him, Avery loved the way he stroked her and made her his only focus.

  His affection and sincerity was revealed in the depth and passion of his kiss, in the strength of his touch that never once made her afraid of pain or abuse. On the football field, he was aggressive and bold. In bed, he was skilled and cognizant of her needs.

  As much as they wanted each other, they didn’t rush. They explored. By the time he peppered kisses all over her face and throat, their hips were grinding against one another, each seeking that elusive, invisible web of desire that ensnared them together in a sensual dance of their bodies.

  At last, he pressed her back into the mattress, stopping only long enough to reach into the bedside drawer and extract a condom. It wasn’t long before he was sheathed and back where he belonged, on top of her.