Page 35 of The House Guest
“No hands. That’s the rule,” I teased.
“I know how to do it,” he assured me.
Goose bumps covered my body as I did as he said, lying back on the lounge chair. Dorian placed a lime wedge in my mouth, which I held between my teeth. My chest heaved as I waited for what was to come.
Next, he sprinkled salt along my neck. It tickled.Is he really gonna lick me?
Dorian then poured a shot of tequila in a slow stream into my belly button. The alcohol stung my skin. But the feeling was nothing compared to the arousal building in me at the thought of what he might do.
He knelt beside my lounge chair. Desire pooled between my legs as his mouth lowered to my neck. I flinched at the first contact. Dorian ran his tongue along the nape where he’d placed the salt, the heat of his breath practically lighting me on fire.Oh. My. God.The feel of his tongue on my skin was indescribable. Yearning to pull on his inky black hair, I closed my eyes, relishing every second of the electrifying feeling. When I’d watched people taking body shots before, everything seemed to move a lot faster than this. But Dorian was taking his time. And I didn’t mind one bit. I opened my eyes and watched him lick his lips as he moved away from my neck.
The wait for something else felt like torture. But I knew nothing yet. Because a moment later, he lowered his mouth to my stomach. The sensation of his tongue lapping up the tequila in my navel was next-level arousing. He sucked my skin to sop it all up, then lickedthe last remnants with his tongue. I writhed, wishing he’d go lower, even if that certainly wasn’t part of the task at hand.
His breathing grew faster as he moved off my stomach and brought his face to mine, lowering his mouth to my lips and gently sinking his teeth into the lime. Somehow, he managed not to even graze my lips. Was he intentionally torturing me? My loins quivered as I watched him suck on the lime, my body desperate for more.
Then he tossed the lime aside and suddenly stepped away. It seemed we’d reached the end. Except my body hadn’t gotten the message. My nipples were stiff, alert, and waiting for more. My bikini bottom was soaked. I’d never wished harder for someone to go down on me.
But Dorian returned to his seat as if nothing had happened—as if he hadn’t just rocked my world. He deserved an award for bouncing back into a composed state.
I wanted to continue lying there, but I forced myself to sit up. Trying to seem unaffected, I cleared my throat. “Are we done with the game?”
He licked his lips. “I could keep going.”
This might kill me.“Your turn to ask a question, then.”
He reached for a card. “Have you ever had a fantasy about an inappropriate person?”
Another easy one for me.
“My high school teacher, Mr. Eaton. I used to fantasize about him. He wore sweater vests and glasses.” I tilted my head. “What about you?”
“You’re forgetting the game doesn’t work that way. I don’t need to answer that.” He grinned. “I’m kidding. I don’t care. It was my friend Evan’s mother, actually.”
“Really. She was hot?”
“Very. I fantasized about her a lot when I was a teenager.”
My cheeks burned with jealousy. I wanted him to wantme, not “Evan’s mother,” and I was more confused than ever right now. I knew he thought I was attractive, but this man could likely have any woman he wanted and had given me no reason to believe he’d ever try anything outside of this game. As erotic as that body shot had been, he’d stuck to the rules when he very easily could’ve taken advantage of me. Lord knows, I’d hoped he would.
“What was the dare that I missed, by the way?” I asked.
“You would’ve had to send a naughty text to someone in the room. Given that it’s just me here, I suppose I missed out.” He winked.
I wondered how I would’ve handled that. Would I have told him once and for all how much I wanted him and watched as he pretended I was kidding when I really wasn’t?
It was my turn to ask a question, and I reached for a card. “How many times a week do you pleasure yourself?”
“How many times a week or how many times a day?”
Okay, then.I let out a shaky breath. “I guess either?”
“What’s the dare?”
My heart began to race. “Slowly and seductively kiss someone in the room.”
Pick the kiss.
Pick the kiss.
