by Kara Hart
“Who are you?” he asks me. “Did I say you could come over?”
“Do you really want me to leave?” I ask, looking down at his crotch. I look away knowing he saw me, and my heart starts to flutter at how wrong this all feels.
“You can stay,” he says, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. “But I don’t play any games.”
“The game is truth or dare,” I ignore him. “It’s easy. Do you know how to play?”
“I know how to play, but I told you already. I don’t play games,” he says.
“Okay you go first. Ask me truth or dare.” I smile.
“I told you I’m not—”
“Dare,” I interrupt him. “I choose dare.”
“Fuck, you don’t let up, do you?” he laughs. “Alright. I dare you to take a shot.”
“Okay. A little boring, but your wish is my command,” I laugh. He pours a shot and slides it over. I take it down easy.
“Okay, it’s your turn,” I grimace as I feel the alcohol burn down my throat. “What is this shit, anyway?”
“It’s the cheap stuff.” He smiles. “Only the best.”
“There you go. You smiled. That’s like the first time I’ve seen you do it, I think,” I tease him.
He groans and ignores me, taking off his jacket. I immediately notice his arms practically ripping at his shirt’s seams. “Dare,” he says, looking directly into my eyes.
For a second, I get jittery. “Dare?” I laugh. “You sure about that? I can tell you to do anything.”
“How much damage can a girl like you really do?” he says with a sly smile. He takes a swig of whiskey, just for the hell of it and sighs with satisfaction.
“Watch me, bad boy,” I say, taking the bottle of whiskey from his hand. “I dare you to drink the rest of this bottle.”
“Shit,” he groans. “Seriously?”
“Seriously, my friend. You’re drinking this entire thing,” I hold up for him to grab, which he does with hesitance.
“If I puke tonight, you promise to hold my hair back?” he laughs.
“I’ll take care of you. Don’t you worry,” I say.
“Oh god,” he tips the bottle back and pours the rest of the contents down his throat. He makes a proud face when he finishes it and says, “Piece of cake. Truth or dare, baby?”
“Baby?” I laugh. “Um, I guess dare.”
My heart starts to beat, heavy and fast. I get goose bumps when he opens his mouth. He smiles, catching a glimpse of the fear that resides within my body. “I dare you to take off that jacket,” he says, staring at the zipper.
I look down at my blue jean jacket and smirk a little. “You dirty man,” I whisper. I unzip my jacket and throw it over a nearby chair.
There’s a brief pause and he’s staring at the spaghetti straps around my shoulders. There’s a second where I think he’s going to reach out and touch me, but he doesn’t. He snaps out of it and says, “Truth.”
“What happened in Buffalo?” I ask him. “Come on. You can tell me.”
“You want to write about it or something? Why are you so interested in what obviously causes me some amount of distress?” he asks, running his hands through his hair.
“Because…” I smile. “I want to know.”
“It’s not something I want to talk about,” he says, walking to the hallway. “I think you should leave.”
“Soren, come on. It’s not a big deal. You don’t have to—”
“Leave,” he says.
But I don’t leave. I walk up behind him and place my hand over his shoulder. His head droops down and takes a few huge breaths. “My best friend died,” he says. “We owned a business together. Been friends for at least twelve years. That’s all I’ll say about it.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. He turns around and says, “It’s cool. I should have chosen dare. I take my choice back. Dare.”
Feeling the top of his shoulder like that, I felt close to him, like we’ve known each other for a long time. It’s probably the whiskey talking, but I actually liked the feeling. I close my eyes, only to open them with a new look of confidence. “I dare you to do what you’ve been dreaming of,” I say.
He steps forward, but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t smell like fuel or engine oil anymore. Now, I can smell his cologne, the scent that he so obviously carefully chose. For me? Probably not, but I’m here now. I’m standing right in front of him. We’re so close to each other that we’re practically touching.
He slides his fingers under my shirt strap. He lowers it down my arm, slowly. All we’re doing is breathing and staring at each other. There are no words that need to be said. He removes the second strap and my shirt hangs, only by my breasts.
I reach out and touch his chest and look up at him. He touches my breast and it’s obvious where this is headed. Our lips crash together like magnets. His tongue pressed against mine takes me to another world. This man, this rock of a man, has his hands around my waist and I’m just trembling.
He pulls away and I smile. When I look up at him, he lets go and turns away. “We should call it a night,” he says.
“W-what?” I get confused and angry. “Why? What did I do?”
“It’s nothing that you did,” he says. “I just… I can’t. You should go.”
“Soren, I—”
“Just leave me alone,” he says. “I’ve got a big day ahead of me tomorrow. I’ll see you around, darling.”
Darling. He walks into his room and closes the door behind him, leaving me in the complete darkness of his kitchen. I don’t know whether to bang on his door or call out to him. In the end, I just leave him be and head home. It was a bad idea to become friendly with a guy like him, obviously. And once he entered my fantasies, things got even more weird.
If he wants to be left alone, I can handle that. I don’t need a guy like him cluttering my life.
Soren
I can’t bring her into this too. I’ve already ruined enough lives. I know she doesn’t understand. How could she? She wasn’t there when he was gunned down in cold blood. She didn’t grab him as the last remnants of his life poured out. But I was. I witnessed it all.
I’m the one with the burden to bear, so I did what I had to do by kicking her out. Right now, I need to focus on laying as low to the ground as I possibly can. No going out. No talking to fine women. That shit can wait.
The morning is hazy with clouds. It’s not cold yet, but will be later. I step out onto my porch to check it out and get some fresh air. Staying in the house everyday can make a man a little insane.
I think I might be going insane when I see her, actually. She’s running down the trail in front of my place, wearing the tightest little running outfit I’ve ever fucking seen. ‘Course, when she sees me, she looks away. I look away too, but it’s pretty obvious that we’re both running from what we want to say. I just can’t let that out.
As she runs past me, however, I have to look at her ass. It bounces up and down, defying gravity with every step. “Fuck, Emma,” I whisper. What I wouldn’t give to have her wrapped around my lap right now. I want to watch her rise and fall against me. I want to feel what it’s like to be inside her warmth. I want to know what kind of a fuck she is. Does she get dirty? Does she scream real loud when she cums?
But that ship has sailed, I guess. I’ll have to make due with celibacy for a while. I sit down inside again and pay my penance. After all, that’s why I’m here. I owe a lot now. Do I blame myself for my friend’s death? Hell yeah I do. I should have known better. I should have gotten tougher about the whole deal. In the end, there just wasn’t any choice, though. I was weak. I let them ruin everything.
The Good Boys are exactly what they sound like. They’re cheeky, enraged, buffoons, but they’re working class and they don’t give two fucks about no one. When they ask a favor of you, you always agree. That’s the sentiment around Buffalo right now.
I can only hear the conversations now. “I always felt weird about that Soren
guy,” they might say. I can picture all my friends turning their backs on me. That’s what everyone does when there is an obvious attack. No one wants to get hurt, so they whisper rumors. I don’t blame anyone for it. I only blame myself.
In the old garage, I lift the weights until I feel my muscles ache. Images of my father, smoking cigarette after cigarette flash in my mind. We used to all have training sessions out here. Now, Gabe is a fighter, professionally. My father always thought we’d be an unstoppable team.
When I turned sixteen, I got into cars. Classics, mostly. I still fought, but when I read about all of the different kinds engines and parts, I realized what I wanted to do for a living. Gabe was fine with it, but my father took the belt to me for it, over and over again. He thought it was a worthless pursuit. “It’ll only end in trouble,” he told me. Unfortunately, he was right.
I walk back outside, tired and out of breath. The cold, overcast weather feels good against my skin. It’s about to rain, I notice. I lean against the wooden railing and laugh to myself. I can’t believe I’m back here, looking at the front yard with a new set of eyes. The whole thing is fucking odd to me.
When Emma comes running back, the storm clouds have already fully rolled in. It starts pouring when she runs around the bend. I see her, knowing I’m her only form of shelter, and I want to turn back and go inside. Only, I don’t. I may be an asshole, but I’m not going to leave a girl, soaking wet in the cold.
I turn on my porch light and yell, “Emma! Come inside! It’s not stopping anytime soon!”
She looks ahead, trying to figure out the various ways she can get home without getting more wet. Of course, there’s no way. It’s cold as hell out for the summer, and she’s only got two choices: head back and get a cold, or stop inside my place for a few minutes until the sky clears up.
She narrowly avoids the rain and takes shelter under the porch roof. “Shit,” she sighs, shaking her head. She looks at me, confused as I open the front door. “I thought you told me to leave the other night.”
“I did,” I admit. “I’m not going to let you get wet out there. You’ll catch a damn cold.”
“How sweet.” She rolls her eyes and walks into my place. She holds her arms out and groans. “I’m drenched,” she pouts.
“I’ve got a good dryer in the other room,” I motion for her to follow me. “You can dry your clothes here and take a shower if you want.”
She laughs. Her clothes are dripping onto the tile, creating a small puddle. “So you can spy on me or something?”
“Suit yourself, woman,” I groan. “It’s your life. I’m just tryin’ to be helpful.”
She shivers and doesn’t say anything for a good few seconds. I walk back out to the kitchen and grab a pot of hot water to start heating it. “I’ll make you some hot chocolate. It should warm you up a little,” I call out.
“Thank you,” she shivers. “I guess I’ll take you up on the shower.”
I come back in the room and grab her a fresh towel. “The shower is in the bathroom right there. Here’s the dryer. It’s pretty easy to use,” I mutter. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
Looking at her, soaking wet and bearing those dark green eyes of purity, my mind starts to race. I think about what happened last night. When I touched her, her skin felt like silk. With her lips pressed against mine, she tasted like strawberries. She smelled of a spring field of flowers. Looking at her now, there’s a knowing between us. It’s like we want to do the unspeakable, but there’s no push.
“Well,” she sighs. “Okay. I’ll be out soon.”
I listen as she takes off her wet clothes behind that closed door. She comes out with a towel and I quickly look away. “No peeking,” she laughs, running into the bathroom. She closes the door, but I notice that she doesn’t lock it.
Control yourself, Soren. I focus on what’s outside my window. The rain is still pouring down. The trees are dark green, like Emma’s eyes. And that’s when I’m back at it again. I’m picturing her bouncing ass and it’s fucking glorious.
I make a decision. I walk up to the bathroom door. The shower is running and the curtain is surely pulled closed. I feel my heart racing. Sweet Emma. Maybe it’ll ruin everything, but I have to have you once.
I open the door and I see her shadow turn to me. She peers her head out from the shower curtain and sees me, but doesn’t say a word. I take off my shirt. I take off my pants. I take off all my clothes and unravel the curtain. She looks up at me, breath quiet and shaky. “Mind if I come in?” I ask.
She doesn’t say a word. What are you doing, Soren? I’m doing exactly what I want to do. With wide eyes, she reaches out and touches my abs. She likes my muscles. Women tend to like a man who takes care of the shop. I grab her hand and keep it there. Below it, my cock is hard as a rock. It waits to be touched by her, to have her lips around it.
“Dare,” she suddenly says.
I smile and nod. “I dare you to get on your knees,” I whisper. The water is hot and steamy. The room is fogging up. I kiss her sensually, and quickly, and I pull back against her bottom lip. She moans, high pitched and sweet. Right now, she’s my angel and I want to lead her into the land of temptation.
She drops to her knees slowly, her hand dragging down my body. “I dare you to open your mouth,” I whisper, placing my hand against her cheek. She pushes her face against it and kisses my palm. She slides her tongue around one finger, swallowing it whole. All the while, I just get harder and harder.
“I’ll have to open wide,” she says, face to face with it now. Her knees are curled underneath her round ass. Her back is arched and she’s ready for me. We both are lost in a fucking fantasy world. At least I am. A girl like her shouldn’t get with a guy like me. She’s too fucking perfect. It’s just not how things usually work.
There she is, though. She’s on her knees and I’m guiding her head toward my cock. Her mouth is open wide. When she wraps those gorgeous lips around the tip, I nearly fall over. I run my hands through her hair and moan loudly.
She gives head like a pro. Soft, deep, and she knows what to do with her tongue. I pull it out from her mouth and bend down, falling on my knees with her. I kiss her again, only this time it’s hard, passionate kissing. Our tongues are meant for each other. Goddamn, she tastes so fucking sweet.
I open my eyes to see her beauty. Her body is beautiful and soft, sweeter than apple pie. “Get on your back,” I tell her. She lies down without question, the hot water pouring over my back as I push my body over her.
“I want to taste you, darling,” I whisper, kissing each nipple. My tongue lightly grazes her beautiful, creamy skin. I kiss down her body, across her stomach, as she laughs from it being too ticklish. When I get down to her pelvis, she quiets herself and breathes through her nose, pressing her mouth closed.
“Lick me,” she whispers.
I drag my tongue across her sweet pussy and close my mouth around her. I pull back and she moans, pushing my head back down. I loosely insert two fingers inside her and move in and out with a hard rhythm. As I taste her, I ache for her. As I give her pleasure, I yearn to feel her.
I press my mouth around her firmly and give her all the pleasure in the world. Because when this woman cums, she’s going to turn around and push that ass up for me. She’s going to give herself over to me and give me what I want.
I cup her ass in my hand as I devour her. She begins shaking as I run my tongue all around her. “Soren,” she whispers. “I’m going to cum.” I press my tongue harder against her, using my fingers alongside it. Her breath grows louder. She starts moaning from the back of her throat. I look up at her and her eyes become fixed and open, wide and alarmed.
She cums like she’s fucking showing off. Her body writhes against the tub, as her palms grip the sides of the shower. My tongue moves in unimaginable ways. I love giving women pleasure. It’s something I pride myself on. When I see her cute little toes curl forward, I know I’ve gotten her. She’s all mine now.<
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I pull back and stroke my cock as she breathes uncontrollably. She looks at me with a huge smile plastered on her face. “Who are you?” she asks me.
“You know who I am,” I tell her. “Sit on this cock. Now.”
She makes no hesitation. She climbs up on my lap and kisses me, all cute and lapping at my tongue. I pick her ass up and set that hot pussy down, feeling it slowly consume my cock. My world completely shatters. “Fuuuuck,” I groan. I didn’t expect her to feel this good. It’s better than anyone I’ve been with. I’m not prepared.
So, let’s see what I’ve got here. This is a girl with a perfect ass, a tight pussy, and sensual curves. I fucking hit the jackpot and I’m ready to cash in.
I hold around the curves of her ass as she gyrates her hips. We’re so close to each other right now and her tits are nearly pressed against my face. I kiss her sternum and lick her neck. I drag my mouth across her tits. I feel an excitement like no other. This is everything I’ve been wanting. This is the relief I’ve been waiting for.
Everything that I’ve been running from, all those problems, quickly start to fade away. It’s her that’s in front of me, that’s yearning to please me. This girl is out of my league, yet she’s here, and we have this strange connection. I’m not even sure what to make of it yet. Maybe it’s nothing.
But right now, this is my obsession, my prize. “My pet,” I tell her and she smiles and gives herself over to me.
She leans her head over mine and whispers, “How bad did you want me, when I first picked you up?”
“The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to take you,” I tell her. “The way you loathed me… the way you feared me. My cock was hard the moment I sat in your car.”
I grab her tits and place each one tenderly in my mouth. I taste her smooth skin and tight nipples, as she presses her pussy downward. I’m as deep as I can go, but I’m not done with her yet. I pick her up and turn off the shower. I grab a towel for her and slowly dry her off. I massage her shoulders and make her feel like a fucking queen.
Then, I swing her over my arms and head for the bed. I throw her on my mattress. I tell her, “Turn around and get on your knees.”
