Page 67 of Dare (Fighting Fate)

“Okay,” she said, not really giving a shit about whatever the rumors were. I loved that about her. She knew she had nothing to be concerned about. Or so she thought.

With a touch that was so soft it was barely there, I ran the tip of my nose over her skin. “I heard something about you and Amber, and a dare, and the Murphy brothers,” I said, licking up the side of her neck, just below her earlobe.

Jess immediately started giggling, but it quickly turned to full laughter as the moment drew on. “Oh my God!” she said. “I so want to deny it, but I can’t. It’s so true.”

“Hmm . . .” I murmured against her skin. “That hurts, Jess. That cuts me deep. I can’t believe you’re only with me because of a dare.” Sucking on her lobe, I pushed her legs wider apart.

“Well, you know,” she breathed, her head pushing back, exposing her neck to me even more. “You’re pretty hot. It wasn’t a hard sacrifice to make.”

Pulling back, I smirked down at her. “Playing with people isn’t nice, Jess. You should know, I’m going to have to punish you now.”

Meeting my gaze with an intense stare, her lips curled upward. “I dare you.”

Her breath shook as I leaned down, taking her mouth with a heated kiss, but I broke it just as quick. Reaching forward, I pulled a silk scarf off the headboard and sat back on my haunches, smoothing it out in my hands. She watched me curiously, her gaze sparking with excitement. “You started this, Jess,” I said, holding the scarf in front of her face. “This is your fault. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that dream of yours since you tormented me with it. So, this is your punishment.”

Placing the soft strip of black material over her eyes, I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. “Lift your head up for me, Jess,” I whispered.

Without pause, she raised her head, waiting for me to tie it off before lowering it back down again.

Grabbing a hold of her hands, I crossed them over at her wrists above her head and reached for another scarf, wrapping it around them firmly before tying it to the headboard. Letting my hands move slowly down her arms, I followed the contours of her body, skimming over her shoulders and chest, down to caress her soft, round breasts before trailing them across her stomach.

She shuddered under my touch, her breath growing heavier with every movement. “Tell me what happened when you were like this in your dream, Jess. What did I do to you when I found you here?”

Her lips parted, her chest rising as she arched underneath me. “You tasted me.”

“Where?” I demanded. “What did I taste, Jess?”

She moaned. “Down there. My pussy.”

I hummed. She could bet her ass I did. I didn’t care if it was a dream, a dare, or something else. I would always taste her pussy, because she tasted fucking amazing. Just the thought of it made me so hard it was almost painful.

Running my hands up the insides of her legs, I rubbed soft, slow circles over her skin with my thumbs. Her body arched, her pelvis tilting, begging, crying out for more. Goose bumps spread over her skin as I kissed the inside of her knee, licking upwards until I was kissing that little crease, right beside her sweet spot.

“Eli . . . ” she breathed, the sound shaky and desperate.

“Like this?” I asked, lapping closer.

She whimpered. “More.”

Breath hot, I hovered over her clit, watching her tense, strain, and arch, trying in vain to get to me.

“Eli,” she begged. “Please—”

Using the flat of my tongue, I gently moved it over her clit, stroking and circling, again and again. Slow at first, but then, as her body wound tighter, her legs pressing open as she arched, I started working her faster. Using my thumb, I stroked over her opening, lightly teasing. “What now, baby?”

She moaned, but she didn’t say anything.

“You need to tell me, Jess. I can’t keep going unless you tell me.”

“Oh my God,” she choked out. “Fingers, Eli.”

I smiled against her pussy, repositioning myself so I could slide a finger inside and still taste her. As she pulled at the bindings, writhing under my touch, I added another finger, slowly working them in and out while I swirled my tongue over her clit.

“Oh my God, Eli. I’m going to come,” she cried.

I crooked my fingers inside her, working them faster, pressing my tongue harder as I flicked it over her tightening core. Then, with the softest of touches, I sucked on her clit and hummed.

Jess screamed, her legs clamping around my head as her body jerked, bucking and thrashing. It was the best rodeo ride of my life. I could barely breathe, but I was okay with that. If I was going to die from suffocation, it was the only way I wanted to go.

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