“I’ll have some,” Khalil says, moving to get glasses from the cupboard. The other three make plans for beer.
When he sets out the glasses, I dare Khalil to remove his shirt. I’m eager to see Devin and Marcos’s bodies, but they both intimidate me in their own ways, so I’m not ready to dive in with them.
Before collecting his wine, Khalil pulls his t-shirt over his head, his thick arm muscles flexing and extending, revealing his gorgeous chest. I guess the men have been showing restraint, because I immediately want to touch Khalil — not just look — but I hold back too.
The other guys are opening their bottles as Khalil leans back against the counter, seemingly in no hurry to return to the living room.
“Devin, I dare you to make a snack —” he says.
We all look at him, wondering if he’s confused about how this game is supposed to work.
“…out of Becca’s breasts,” he finishes. “Taste those pretty pink nipples.”
My pussy tingles so intensely I have to press my legs together. From across the island, Devin makes eye contact and gives me a long look as he moves toward me. There’s definitely lust in his expression, but also wariness, like he’s wordlessly seeking my permission for what he’s been dared to do.
I encourage him with a smile. If he can read my eyes, he should know how much I want it.
He touches me first, a finger tentatively stroking the side of my breast, then a warm palm cupping it, gauging its weight, giving it a little bounce. He slides his thumb over the tip, hardening it into a tight peak before he finally bows his head and brings his mouth to my breast.
His lips surround my nipple, drawing it gently inside his mouth. He’s cupping both breasts in his hands now, squeezing as he starts to suck with more conviction. Before he releases the first one, he drags his teeth across the skin, triggering a flood of heat between my legs. He sucks on the other nipple, and I have to seek out the edge of the counter for support as I watch his dark head move over me.
As I had suspected, it’s very clear that a man as caring as Devin knows how to please a woman. I can tell from these few actions, and a shiver passes through me to think that we’re just getting started.
I could almost cry when he stops. If he’d kept at it, I might have been able to come just from breast play alone. My wine glass provides a good cover for my frustration. I take a big gulp as I try to recover.
“Your turn to choose someone, Devin,” Shane says.
Devin glances around at the others and looks at my body, thinking. I suspect that my bottoms are coming off next, but I don’t expect the twist he puts on the dare.
“Marcos, I dare you to take off Becca’s shorts.”
Though he’s silent as ever, Marcos’s eyes say a lot, and another round of tingling — this time the full-body variety — hits me. The man stalks over like a predator, and I’m his very willing prey, though some nerves are rising at the thought of being nearly naked among this group of mostly fully-dressed men.
The man’s gaze is so potent as he stands in front of me. I straighten my spine, feeling the need to prepare for his touch. With his eyes still on mine, he sinks to his knees in front of me, hooks his fingers under the sides of my waistband and starts to pull.
As bare skin is revealed, I put my hands on his to stop him. “Just the shorts. The dare was only for the shorts.”
His grin tells me that he knew exactly what he was doing. Sneaky man, trying to remove my panties at the same time.
He starts again, sliding my shorts down my hips, leaning in very close so that the tip of his nose grazes my mound as it’s revealed.
I suck in a breath. This game is quickly becoming excruciating.
35
Greedy, needy and eager for more
Marcos’s hands drag slowly down along my thighs, his knuckles grazing my skin, his face still dangerously close to the thin triangle of fabric between my legs as he performs the slowest clothing removal in the history of the world.
Anticipating some kind of action tonight, I’d put on my sexiest pair of panties, silky pale pink edged with white lace, and I’m grateful I came prepared as I step out of the legs of my shorts. Marcos looks up at me from where he’s still kneeling in front of me, and I know he’s intentionally tormenting me. He knows I want more.
When he finally gets up, he says, “Becca should choose the next dare, since it was her clothing that was removed.”