Page 17 of Dare (Fighting Fate)

My body, almost at the top before that glorious fall, coiled, waiting, ready, but Wyatt’s fingers suddenly disappeared. “No!” I cried, confused as to why he would deny me this pleasure.

His breath warmed my cheek. “Not yet, baby. I need you to wait a little longer. I promise you’ll feel good soon, but first, I have a surprise for you.”

His hand stroked over my breasts, sliding down until his fingers caressed the inside of my thigh again. My head was a mess, my body even worse. His hands and mouth were keeping me in a constant state of arousal. I was so turned on I was aching.

Then a knock sounded on the door. “Wyatt?” I said, curiosity seeping into my tone.

Wyatt hummed. “It’s okay, baby. It’s just Eli.”

Eli? Why was Eli here? I felt the bed dip, then heard the click of the door opening. “Wyatt?” I said again. Voices murmured, sending a thrill of excitement through my body.

“Just stand there,” I heard Wyatt mumble.

The bed dipped again, and Wyatt’s lips were on my jaw. I felt him hover over me. “It’s okay, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

Wyatt’s mouth came over mine, his tongue softly running over the seam of my lips, asking for permission. Hesitantly, I opened. His tongue slid in, sensual and erotic as it stroked against mine.

I was hyper aware of Eli’s presence in the room, but Wyatt’s tongue was slowly distracting me. His hands ran down the length of my sides, exploring, roaming over my breasts, pinching my nipples as he moved his kisses down the column of my throat.

“Tell her what you’re thinking, Eli,” Wyatt murmured against my breast. “Tell her how she looks.”

I listened, my lips parting with a breath as I waited for him to speak.

Eli’s voice shook when he spoke. “Jesus, Jess. You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard.” There was a slight strain in his voice, almost like he was in pain or something. It made me want to ease it.

“See? I told you, baby,” Wyatt whispered against my ear. “You look fucking unbelievable.”

I swallowed hard before I heard Eli groan. “I can’t just stand here and watch, Wyatt. This is torture. I want to touch.”

Wyatt pressed his chest against mine, his hips resting between my legs. I tried to push up into him, rock against the hardness of his erection, but he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he slid his hand between us, his fingers finding the slick wetness as he rubbed my juices up over my clit.

“Oh God, Wyatt, please! I need to come,” I cried.

Eli groaned. “Fuck.”

Wyatt wasn’t going to let me come yet, though. His fingers danced around my needy area, sometimes sliding into me, sometimes fleetingly moving over my clit, but never enough to take me over the edge.

I was in a state of insanity. I just wanted my release. Wyatt was panting in my ear, his excitement increasing mine, making it worse. “Eli’s touching himself, baby. He’s got his cock in his hand. He’s going to make himself come just from watching you pant.”

The image of Eli moving his hand up and down his cock instantly came into my mind, and the heat pooling between my legs intensified. “Oh, God!”

Wyatt moved from between my legs. I could feel him climbing to one side of me, his mouth and hands roaming over my stomach and breasts. Then he was kissing me again. I groaned. I wanted him touching me again. Down there. It was all I could think about.

“What do you need, baby?” he said, his voice low and sexy.

“I need to come. Please . . . I can’t do this . . . please—” He nipped at the tips of my breasts, lightly running his teeth over them. “Oh!”

“I’m sure Eli could make you feel better, baby. Do you want him to touch you? Do you want him to give you your release?”

The sudden thought of Eli touching me almost brought me undone. Hell yes, I wanted him to touch me! “Yes! Please!”

Eli made a choking kind of sound before Wyatt’s mouth came crashing down on mine, so hard I thought he might actually draw blood, but I didn’t care. I was frantic for it. His hand squeezed my breast, his thumb working the nipple in fast, desperate circles.

Warm hands moved over my spread knees, making my body instantly relax, yet tense at the same time, and strangely, Wyatt disappeared. Like seriously, he vanished. I knew I couldn’t see with the blindfold on, but I just knew he was gone. I probably should’ve been concerned about this, but, as Eli’s hands slowly moved up the insides of my thighs, I didn’t actually care. It was my dream and Eli’s fingers felt like heaven. My clit ached for them to touch me.

Reaching the top of my thighs, he paused, his thumbs resting right where the edges of my panties would sit, my entire body throbbing.

“Do you want my fingers or tongue, Jess?” Eli murmured in his deep, rich voice. “Which would make you feel better?”

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