Do You Dare (Truth And Dare Duet 1)

Maddox tensed as I pushed his black slacks to his knees. His hard cock jutted proudly toward his stomach. Long and thick, glistening with his cum and my wetness. My heart drummed wildly as I brought my head closer to his length.

My lips closed around him without warning, and his hips jerked up as he shouted, “Lila!”

I took as much of him as I could down my throat, and I hummed, loving the feel and the musky taste of him in my mouth. “Fuuucck, Lila.”

He fisted my hair, and I peered up at him. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and I pulsed between my legs. He thrust into my mouth, silently demanding for more. His breathing was shallow as I sucked him and it was the biggest turn on, to see him this affected by my touch. I licked the tip, following the thick veins coursing the length of him, before I deep-throated him again.

Maddox hissed and groaned. His thighs clenched, his stomach tensing as I repeated the process. Sucking and licking.

“Lila… stop… fuck!”

Maddox was close, and I pulled away. I straddled his hips, both of us still fully clothed. His hardness rested against my wet slit.

His blue eyes locked on mine. “Don’t fall for me,” he rasped darkly.

Too late, baby.

My lips curled with a smirk, hiding my true feelings. “I just sucked your dick. Who said anything about falling in love? I just want you to fuck me. Do you dare?”

Maddox glowered dangerously, and I moved my hips, slowly gliding down his length as I took him inside my body once again. His hands came to my waist, and he gripped me tightly.

His hips bucked against mine, impatiently. There was a warning in his gaze, so I started moving, bouncing up and down his cock.

He felt so good, inside me… against me.

I never wanted it to end.

Maddox sat up, and his hand wrapped around my neck. My eyes widened, and his fingers curled around my throat. His grip tightened, not bruising, but the pressure was there, and I gasped. Even though I was fucking him, he still stayed in control.

I moved up and down his length, finding my stride.

Until Maddox grew impatient.

He growled and flipped us over. Hands fumbling, teeth grazing each other, lips fighting for dominance, we tore at each other’s clothes until we were skin to skin, bared and vulnerable to each other’s desperate touch and hungry eyes.

Maddox flipped me over on my knees, and he spread my thighs apart. Without warning, he plunged inside–one smooth, merciless thrust inside my body as he forced his cock through my tight channel.

His lips grazed the back of my neck, one sweet gentle kiss, even though he fucked me raw and deep, ruthlessly and filled with so much passion. My eyes blurred with unshed tears.

Maddox Coulter was fucking me.

My best friend was making love to me.

My heart cracked and withered.

I was powerless as he continued to ram himself into me, animalistic grunts spilling from his throat.

“Maddox!” I cried out his name, over and over again.

I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

“Lila,” he groaned in my ear, his breathing ragged. “My Lila.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my eyes closed.

Please don’t let this night end.

We found our release, moaning each other’s name. Breathless, heart pounding, pulse throbbing. We were utterly intoxicated by each other. I collapsed into the mattress, and Maddox slumped over me like a blanket. I teetered over the edge of consciousness, my body aching and sore, and my lips curled into a sleepy yet satisfied smile.

“Maddox,” I breathed his name.

His arm tightened around mine. “Lila.”

My eyes closed, and I slipped away… far, far away.

CHAPTER FORTY

Lila

I woke up, my body sore–deliciously sore. It was a good ache, and my lips twitched.

And then I remembered, the night before flashing before my eyes like black and white polaroid photos. Snap, snap, snap. Click, click, click.

My head turned and my eyes landed on a sleeping Maddox, next to me, both of us completely naked. We fucked multiple times during the night, over and over again. We passed out many times, woke up, fumbled for each other in the dark and did it over again.

I sat up, my heart hammering in my chest.

Last night had been filthy… beautiful… and everything I ever wanted and didn’t know I needed.

But we crossed a line, and there was no going back. My stomach churned with nausea, and I suddenly felt sick.

Last night, even though I had been tipsy and Maddox had been drinking, both of us were fully aware of what we were doing. Now that it was the morning after and my mind was clear from the frustration and need that had been coursing through my body last night, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

What happens now?

What if Maddox…

What if he didn’t want this to last, what if this was a one-time thing for him?