Dare Me

Oz cackled the entire time as he dodged and swung with true force. They were fighting the way I’d seen Callum do with Logan over the years – both kidding and serious at the same time. I had no idea how it worked. I just chalked it up to boy behavior and tonight, it had my hand shoved over my mouth, stifling laughter and the semi-real fear that turned to excitement when Callum finally cast his hot, angry stare on me. Panting against the wall, I felt our eyes lock like magnets. I felt the words I wanted to hear at the tip of his tongue and I waited what felt like ages for him to speak them.

“We’re going home.”

Thank. God.

He pulled me away as Oz laughed and shook the Tarzan hair out of his face. “Fucking right. Now quit being a cunt and give that poor girl what you both want!”

Chapter Nine

Callum

I didn’t touch her on the way out. I didn’t touch her during the ride back or in the elevator up to the penthouse. I barely looked at her. Wouldn’t let her come near me either. I had every intention of claiming her.

She was just going to wait for it.

It wasn’t entirely out of my need to punish her for what she had me watch at The Pike. It was partly to give her a chance to breathe – take in all the air her lungs possibly could. Because once I sunk into her, there’d be no stopping till that body had come twice and sweated out every man’s touch beside mine.

“Go on.”

I had Lake walk ahead of me into the apartment when the elevator doors opened. She didn’t hesitate but I could see her body tightening with every neat step across the marble foyer. At the lounge, she’d had a clear idea of what was going to happen when we got home but I could tell now that she’d lost grasp of the situation. I’d reclaimed her comfort, taken back the controls. She got us to this point but now her body would wait for my prompt, respond only to me. It had always been a decadent back and forth with us.

Watching her, I thought of where I wanted her¸ which part of the penthouse best suited the way I needed to claim her tonight. When she paused and looked over her shoulder at me, her flushed lips parted and her hair spilling down her back, I knew. “Where to?”

“Upstairs.”

My stare raked up her smooth thighs as she walked ahead of me. She was walking sex. I suppressed a groan because just when I thought my arousal had pulsed to its ceiling, it found a second wind. I undid my belt, having swelled an inch for every one her skirt hiked up before my eyes. For Christ’s sake, I had never felt bigger in my life. I slid the poor condom out of my wallet. The steel between my legs was about to put it to work.

“Where now?”

“Left.”

A grin tugged my lips when I saw her hesitate. She hadn’t seen this room before. It was the only one in the apartment to which I kept the door shut. Before tonight, it was because it was a shame to the rest of my home. It was big, empty, undecorated. A blank slate despite the fact that I’d moved in more than a year ago. I just hadn’t had the vision for it. Save for two pieces, it was bare – no tables, no chairs, no paintings or shelves. But tonight, it was the room I needed Lake in.

She gave the sexiest laugh I’d ever heard upon stepping into it.

“Let me just guess where you want me.” There was an irresistible mix of surprise and arousal in her voice as she took in the room’s twin pieces of décor – two antiqued-glass mirrors the size and shape of my enormous windows. Lake chose one and walked up to it, hitting me with those bedroom eyes through the reflection. Once she was in front of the mirror, she looked at its counterpart to our left. Her tongue ran over her lip when she realized my intention: to drink in her beauty from head to toe, and at every angle because anything less was a shame and a waste. If I had a view of her gorgeous back, her spectacular front and her perfect side, I had everything I wanted.

Well. Almost. My eyes were set. My cock was getting there.

Lake gathered her hair and looked over her shoulder at me as I pulled the zipper down her back. I didn’t realize what a fucking weakness that was for me until tonight. Stepping back, I undid my shirt and zipper as she slid the dress down her mouthwatering shape. I wet my lips. I was never going to get tired of watching her heeled feet step out of puddles of cloth. I was never going to get sick of seeing her back arch as she unclasped her bra. Her body was an entire world of grace for me to admire.

“Off?” She lifted an eyebrow through the mirror.

“You know the answer to that.”

Once her breasts sprang free from their confines, my cock followed suit, and aggressively, as if asking what the hell had taken so long. Before I could even tell her where to put her hands, she flattened them over the glass. She leaned forward, curving her back and peering behind, presenting herself to me in a way that seized my last ounce of control. In one motion, I slid the rubber over my shaft and thrust every inch of myself inside her. Holy fuck. My fingers dug in her hips, her sex ripping a ferocious growl from my throat. Her own sharp gasp breathed back out in the form of a long moan, my name lost somewhere inside it.

“Jesus, Lake, you’re so fucking tight.” My eyes squeezed shut as I reveled in her wet heat wrapped around my cock like a glove. I was so fucking lost in instant pleasure that I went fifty full, deep strokes before remembering to take in her reflections. I opened my eyes to see her hair entwined in my fingers. I faced the mirror, relished her lip bit hard between her teeth. I thrust harder just to see her mouth fall wide open. Goddamn. Goddamn, did I like it like that. Getting greedy, I took in the view of her side – the dip of her back, the curve of her ass and the tantalizing bounce of her big, full tits. One look and she had me in sensory fucking overload.

“Christ, you have no idea how beautiful you are,” I rasped in her ear. “Look at me.” With a moan, Lake opened her eyes. I fisted a handful of her thick waves and stared into those deep pools of gold and green. Our lips curved in slow, pleasured unison. Fuck, yes. I took pride, full-on satisfaction in the way I made her look. Savored the paradise that glinted nonstop in her eyes as I pushed and pulled inside her, in tune with her, reveling in every twitch of her building orgasm till it gushed over my cock and rocked her whole body.

I took in every view of it. I watched her curves jiggle, her eyes squeeze shut. I fed on every second of it as I held her trembling sex tight over my cock. When she went limp against the mirror and gasped for breath, I pulled her head firmly back and gave her mine, parting her mouth and sweeping my tongue against hers. Her breath deepened with my kiss. I was still inside her, still hard as a rock, but I moved slowly, waiting for her to come back to Earth. And when she did, a new and sultry fire lit her eyes.

“Let me,” she murmured, grabbing my flexed thigh and slowing me to a halt. I panted. I was throbbing inside her but I hung onto what fine thread of self-control I had left and stood still for Lake, who flipped her hair to one side and turn to look in the other mirror.

Watching herself, the sexiest look on her face, she moved slowly forward on my cock, straightening her back, sliding herself all the way up to my pulsing tip. She clenched around me, squeezing till all the sensation in my body rushed to that singular spot. I let out a brutal groan. It was torture and bliss. I was in Heaven and Hell and just as I couldn’t take it anymore, she rammed back down to the base of my shaft.

“Christ, Lake!”