Dare to Submit (NY Dares 2)

“Mmm.”

“Good, huh?”

“You should try some,” she said.

A wicked gleam entered his eyes. “I think I will.”

Using his finger, he scooped up a dollop of the treat and traced a circle around her breasts, pausing to refresh the ice cream as he worked.

The coldness on her skin provided a delicious contrast with the fire inside her and the heat he generated with his large body alongside hers. He bracketed her on one side, captured her with his sensual assault on her body, lapping up the treat with slick licks of his tongue.

“Mmm.” Her nipples puckered and her clit throbbed, need piercing through her.

“Easy, baby. We’re just starting.” He reached for the chocolate syrup and drizzled it around her breasts and over her nipples.

She arched off the bed, writhing, her body seeking more, more, more. “Decklan, please.”

“Please what?” He leaned in, nuzzling her neck, nibbling her skin everywhere but where she needed his touch the most. “Tell me what you want,” he said in a dangerous voice.

She wanted his mouth on her nipples, desperately needed to feel him bite down and tug so hard she felt the pull deep in her sex. And she wanted his wicked tongue on her clit next.

But ask for those things? “I can’t.”

He gripped her chin and turned her face toward him. “You can. I’m not a mind reader, and if you want me to please you, you need to ask for what you want.”

She swiped her tongue over her lips and drew a deep breath. This was hard. But disappointing him wasn’t an option. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “Taste my nipples.”

“Ask me again. And look at me when you do.”

He was a tough taskmaster, but he wasn’t asking for anything he didn’t want to give. He just wanted her trust.

She swallowed hard. Forced her heavy eyelids open. “Lick my nipples.”

He leaned down and licked her lightly, first one, then the other, the light whisper coming nowhere even close to what her body craved.

“See? All you have to do is ask. Trust me with your desires, and believe that I’ll give you what you need.” His gorgeous eyes darkened with his words, his words giving her the courage to give voice to her needs.

Arousal, urgency, and his implied promise made her brave. “Bite down. Suck harder. First my nipples, then I want you to…” She hesitated.

“Say it,” he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.

She could do this. Had to or she wouldn’t get what she needed, and she needed him, his buff body and his erection pulsing against her hip. He was big, thick, and she shivered at the prospect of taking him inside her. Creamy desire coated her thighs.

He leaned over, his dark hair a heady contrast to her paler skin, and without warning, he bit down on one nipple. She moaned, the sharp sting of pain quickly morphing into pleasure. “Fuck me,” she cried out, arching her hips and begging him with her body.

“That I can do.”

He pushed up and levered over her, arms muscular, abs defined, and as she’d seen when he undressed, the cut leading down to his groin mouthwatering. Clearly the man worked out. And he smelled as good as he looked, everything inside her melting for him.

He dipped his head, cupped her breasts, and pushed the twin mounds together. She thanked God he hadn’t tied her legs, because she squeezed them tight, finding what little relief she could from the pulsating need. Without warning, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around the distended peak before tugging with his teeth, long and hard.

She tipped her head back and moaned, pulling at the restraints that bound her, the mixture of pleasure and pain arousing her beyond reason. He didn’t let up, licking, teasing, biting first one nipple then the other, pausing only to give the same treatment to the sensitive skin on and around each breast. With every tweak of a taut bud, her sex pulsed and throbbed.

She writhed beneath him, the sounds coming from her throat foreign to her own ears. “Decklan, please. Please, please, please.” Clearly she wasn’t above begging.

He reached over, yanked open a nightstand drawer, and pulled out a condom, opening the packet and sliding it on with shaking hands.

She reveled in the fact that she could bring this big man to the brink, wished she could wrap her arms around him, feel the corded muscles in his forearms and back. As aroused as she was by being bound, the desire to stroke and caress him was stronger.