Page 62 of With a Broken Wing
“If you’re too scared, just say that.” She winked, leaning forward in her seat. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” I leaned back and crossed my arms.
“Sissy,” she said with a breathy giggle.
I raised my eyebrow at her. “Behave, sunshine, or we will skip straight to me carrying you out of here and to my bed.”
She swallowed. “Okay, fine. What is your biggest fear?”
“That’s an easy one. Losing you.”
She gasped. “I thought it was spiders,” she said, her eyes wide.
“It was, until I almost lost you.” I reached across the table and grabbed her hand, squeezing it in mine. “Spiders come second, though.” I winked.
She hesitated to speak, toying with some internal monologue I wished I could hear. Her forehead creased when she drew her eyebrows together, and when she started to gnaw at her bottom lip, I spoke up. “Your turn. Truth or dare.”
A soft smile returned to her face, and she wet her lips with her tongue. “Dare.”
“Go to the bathroom and take your panties off. Bring them back with you as proof.” My voice sounded almost as feral as I felt remembering the way she’d dropped the black lace on the table the last time we played.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
Raising an eyebrow, I tilted my head. “I don’t think that’s how this game works. You chose dare.”
“I’d have to be wearing them to take them off.”
“Fuck.” The devious look on her face was enough to make my cock swell, and I leaned forward. “It’s time to go, sweetheart.”
* * *
She was breathing heavily by the time we walked in my front door, and she gasped when I pressed her back against the wall in the entry. “Truth or dare,” I asked her with my mouth hovering over hers.
Her throat bobbed when she swallowed. “Dare.”
“Take off your dress,” I said, stepping back from her and moving to the living room. I slid my suit jacket off before making myself comfortable on the couch.
Pulling her lip into her mouth, she followed after me. One strap at a time, she slid the dress over her shoulders. She rolled her body, slowly dragging the bright pink fabric down her milky skin. Her nipples peaked when her fingers passed over them, but I followed her hands to her abdomen.
When she dropped the dress, it landed in a silky heap at her feet, leaving her in nothing but strappy silver heels. The muscles in her thighs flexed when she stepped out of the dress, but when I put up a finger, she stopped walking towards me.
“Crawl to me, sweetheart.”
“Is that a dare?” She dropped to her hands and knees, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and watching me from under her eyelashes as she moved. Her hips swayed side to side, and with each movement, my erection grew harder behind my zipper.
She stopped in front of me, sitting back on her heels and running her hands up my thighs to the buckle on my belt. “Is this what you want?” She fumbled to undo the belt, pulling it from the loops on my pants and dropping it to the floor next to her. When she unzipped my pants, I lifted my hips so she could pull them off.
My erection bounced free from the restraints of my boxers, and when she wrapped her hand around it, I hissed. She licked her lips, parting them and sliding them over the head of my erection. She flicked the tip with her tongue. With a quiet hum, she pressed it flat against the underside of my cock and slid her mouth towards the base.
“Fuck. Yes, sweetheart.” I dropped my head against the couch when she sucked. She moaned, and I moved to wrap my hand around her neck. “I can feel myself in your throat. Do you like swallowing my cock?”
She nodded and whimpered, continuing to slide her mouth up and down my erection. My balls tightened, and her lips made apopsound when I pulled her off me. “Demetri,” she whimpered.
“Come here,” I said, guiding her into my lap. She straddled me, rocking her hips against me.
I pulled her face to mine, nipping at her lips and sliding my tongue along hers when she opened her mouth. I moved my fingers to her clit, rubbing in small, tight circles. Her pussy clenched, and I lifted her, sliding her onto my cock and groaning.
Letting me continue to devour her mouth, she lifted her hips and slid back down, slowly riding me. Her breaths grew shorter, and as they did, she picked up her pace. Still, she let me have complete control of her lips.
