All the Little Truths (English Prep 3)

His nose brushed over mine, and I braced myself for the impact. I wanted to see the stars behind my eyes. I wanted his tongue tangled with mine despite my earlier pleas for him to realize I was selfless and everything good.

“I told you I wouldn’t kiss you until you begged for it.”

“But it’s truth or dare, and you picked dare.” Our lips were brushing along one another just enough to make me throb. “Need I remind you of the rules, Eric?”

He growled, keeping his eyes on mine. His mouth opened at the same time his pupils dilated, and I stopped breathing when his lips crashed on mine. His tongue swept in, bringing me back to life, before he pulled away so fast I almost whimpered.

His voice was raspy as a swallow worked itself down his throat. “Truth or dare, Maddie?”

I was panting. “Dare.”

He smirked. “I’ll give you two options.”

My eyes narrowed.

“I dare you to, one”—he held up a finger—“beg for me to touch you, since I won’t do it otherwise, or two”—he held up another finger—“touch yourself.”

The room grew hot with his enticing words. My mouth parted as I stared at him and his lust-filled eyes and plump lips. “This is a dangerous, dangerous game…” I whispered, pushing my beer bottle to the side.

He lifted a brow. “Which one? Truth or Dare? Or the game we’ve been playing for weeks?”

I licked my lips. “Both.”

He nodded. “So, what will it be? Do you want me to touch you, Maddie?”

God, yes.

Something wicked stirred inside me as I watched his breathing become heavier. He was turned on, and I was feeding off of it like the devil feeding off a sin. “I do.” I smiled coyly as I took my shirt off and dropped it to the ground. “But I want to touch me, too.”

Eric’s eyebrow hitched as his pupils dilated. I began tracing my finger around the lacy cup of my bra as he watched my every move. “Truth or dare, Eric?”

He kept watching me. “Truth.”

“Is it true you want to watch?”

He blinked slowly, his mouth opening just slightly. “Yes.”

My nipples hardened instantly, my finger moving dangerously close to the edge of my jeans.

“Truth or dare?” Eric whispered, leaning back onto the couch cushion, giving me more space to explore.

“Dare.”

He clenched his jaw, his hand fisting on his jeans. “I dare you to unbutton your jeans.”

Done.

My finger shook slightly as I pushed the metal button through the slit and again as I unzipped them. The only sounds were the zipper and the shifting of Eric and me on the couch every few seconds. We were both basically foaming at the mouth, ready to strip each other bare, but if I knew anything about Eric, it was that he was stubborn. He truly wouldn’t touch me until I asked for it. Maybe he was trying to be respectful, especially since he knew what had happened to me, or maybe he just wanted to win the game.

“Truth or dare, Eric?”

Eric kept watching my fingers as they fiddled with the top of my panties, dipping down for a moment and then back up.

“Dare.” The single word felt like a brick falling to the floor.

“I dare you to touch yourself, too.”

He groaned, throwing his head back, the cords of muscles popping back and forth. He unbuttoned his jeans, all while staring at me intently, and bundled his dick in his hand. It was hard for me to see, because he was working inside his boxers, but the look of relief on his face when he touched himself made me even wetter.