Double Dare (Neighbor from Hell 6)

Eyes locked on what was going on between her legs, he stubbornly shook his head. “Not happening,” he said, chuckling even as he enjoyed the view.

“Yes,” she said, using her fingers to spread those pouty little lips between her legs to give him a better view, “it will.”

“Really?” he asked, reaching into his boxers and pulled out his cock as he shifted his gaze to her beautiful face to find her watching his every move.

“Mmmhmm,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as he slowly stroked his cock, deciding to play this game with her. She’d quickly learn that she had no chance in hell of beating him, something that she should have learned by now. He was determined to have her and he would do whatever it took to make that happen, even torture himself.

“You think you’re going to tease me into losing control?” he asked, leaning back and getting more comfortable as he continued to lazily stroke himself.

“Think?” she asked, tearing her gaze away from his cock to meet his gaze. “No,” she said, shaking her head with a smug smile that he easily matched. “I know.”

“Really?” he asked, chuckling as he shook his head in wonder. “Do you really think that you could hold out longer than I can?”

“Is this a challenge?” she asked, licking her lips with a soft little moan as she shifted, drawing his attention back to what she was doing between her legs.

“No,” he said as he continued to watch Marybeth tease herself, “it’s part of my original dare.”

“Part of the dare?” she asked on a soft groan as she shifted her hips restlessly, a sign that normally told him that she was to the point that she needed something inside her, but right now it told him that he was going to win this fucking thing.

“Mmmmhmm, part of the dare,” he murmured thoughtfully as he ran his eyes over her, taking in the flush staining her cheeks, the way she nibbled her bottom lip, the way her hard nipples were pressing against the light blue shirt, her glistening fingers moving between her legs as her hips shifted slightly, demanding more than she was going to be able to give.

“How exactly is this part of the original dare? This sounds more like a bet.”

“Because I’m going to use your obsession with my body to win, sweetheart,” he said, licking his lips as he imagined taking those dainty little fingers in his mouth.

“How exactly?” she asked, placing her leg over his and giving him an unobstructed view of her needy little core that his cock considered home.

“We’re going to see who breaks first, sweetheart,” he said, knowing that if she played along that she’d break that much sooner.

“That’s it?” she asked, sounding amused as she started to move her fingers south.

“Not exactly,” he said, giving his cock a gentle squeeze as he watched her fingertip draw a circle around her core, teasing them both.

“What else?” she asked as she continued to try to tempt him to end this.

“If you can break me first, I’ll never mention marriage again,” he promised, deciding to offer her something that she wanted in order to lure her into going along with his plans.

“And if I give in first?” she asked, running her foot provocatively over his thigh.

“Then you’ll marry me.”

Chapter 14

Oh, God…she wasn’t going to survive this, she thought miserably as she lay there, waiting for the alarm clock to go off as she tried to ignore the large erection pressed against her bottom.

When Darrin shifted behind her, dragging that abnormally large cock across her bottom, teasing her, she was forced to bite her lip to stop the resulting groan from escaping and giving the bastard the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her.

“I can end this anytime, Marybeth,” he whispered in her ear as he ran his hand over her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before shifting his attention to her other breast. “Just say the word.”

“I’m fine,” she bit out, closing her eyes as she struggled to think about something other than begging him to fuck her.

She was pathetic.

It had only been a day and a half since the last time that he’d made her scream his name and here she was trembling like it had been years. God, she needed a fix. Just a small orgasm and she’d be fine. She just needed a little relief, just to take the edge off so that she could think this through and figure out how she’d managed to end up in this situation.

Then again, she did have the large bastard behind her to thank for her current predicament, she reminded herself as she forced herself to lie there, pretending that his presence wasn’t affecting her. Opening her eyes to glare at the wall, she berated herself for agreeing to this incredibly stupid dare, but the idea of spending their remaining time together without having to worry about Darrin bringing up marriage again had been too tempting. She should just end this now, she told herself for the hundredth time since last night, but she just couldn’t make herself say the words or find the strength to walk away.

God, she really was weak and pathetic.

“Are you ready to admit defeat?” he asked as he moved against her, gently grinding the cock that was now forbidden to her, against her bottom.

“No!” she snarled back, forcing herself to lie there and take it.

She should be doing everything in her power to end this, to make the bastard cave by using every dirty trick in the book, but she was honestly terrified that if she so much as moved right now that it would be to take what the bastard was offering. She just needed a little time and some space to clear her head, but he refused to give it to her. He knew what he was doing.

Oh, he knew what he was doing…

After setting down his conditions for his latest dare, he’d decided to add some rules to help his cause. They could tempt each other in absolutely any way, and yes, apparently touching was now permitted except for below the belt and that rule apparently applied to both of them. Until one of them caved, and she would make damn sure that it was him, there would be absolutely no satisfaction to be had.

In any way.

He’d made that announcement last night as she’d reached for the little pink tube she’d taken out to bring him to his knees. As soon as she’d picked it up, knowing that she’d have him begging in a matter of minutes, the bastard announced as he stroked himself one last time that there would be absolutely no self-gratification allowed.

To make things interesting, of course.