I Dare You (Truth And Dare Duet 2)

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.

When she didn’t give me a verbal response, I switched to her other breast and gave it the same attention. At my sharp bite, her nipple swelled in my mouth, and her back bowed off the bed.

“You,” Lila breathed.

I smiled, before sucking on the pink swollen bud, chasing the sting away. I was finally in her head.

“What do you want, Lila?” I asked again.

“Maddox,” she whimpered, “hurry, please.”

“Answer me.”

Her legs hiked up, and her ankles hooked below my ass. There was an urgency in her voice now when she spoke. “You.”

My head lowered further, licking and nipping her taut stomach. I swirled my tongue around her cute belly button. She clutched the back of my head, a small impatient sound echoing from the back of her throat. “What do you want?”

“YOU!” Lila screamed, almost brokenly. “Oh God. You. Maddox, you. Goddamn it, I want you!”

I smiled, feeling the urge to beat my chest like a caveman. Lila Garcia was officially mine.

Raising my head, I regarded her with a look of triumph. “I dare you to be my girlfriend, little dragon.”

Her eyes grew darker than before and flashed, like molten lava – mixed with lust, fear and annoyance. “Yes,” she hissed.

I lowered my head between the apex of her thighs and buried my face in her heavenly scent. She was wet, hot and ready. I licked her slit and circled her throbbing clit.

“Just fuck me already,” Lila growled, her hips grinding into my face, hard. Her pussy was practically smothering me, and I loved every bit of it.

“Gladly.”

Mine.

The moment Maddox fell asleep beside me, I sneaked out. No, I wasn’t running away. But I needed to breathe, without him stealing away all my breath, to think, without having him distract me with his touch, his mouth… his very impressive, very distracting cock.

I knew he didn’t play fair. He never did, but Mr. Coulter was such a dirty player. Using sex to turn me soft and have me sidetracked. Every. Single. Time.

I wasn’t exactly complaining… but I needed some time away from Maddox.

And I needed my friend. She’d be able to help me process these past seven days.

I found Riley on the couch when I walked into our apartment. Her head snapped up at the sound, and she gave me a curious look. “Is Maddox’s dick finally sore enough you guys couldn’t go on anymore, or did you happen to run away?”

She knew me too well. I plopped down on the couch beside her and stole some popcorn from her bowl. Her casted leg was propped up on the coffee table and YOU, on Netflix, was playing on the TV. Riley was mildly obsessed with Joe Goldberg.

“Isn’t this your third time watching season one?”

“It’s my fourth now,” she mumbled around a mouthful on popcorn. “You were gone for a week, and I had nothing interesting to do. Joe entertained me.”

“I’d think Colton was entertaining enough.” I spared her a sideway glance, watching her reaction.

Her face hardened, and she munched angrily on her popcorn. “He’s an asshole.”

“An asshole who helped you,” I reminded her.

Colton wasn’t exactly the bad guy, but he was too much of a shithead. Riley barely tolerated him, and he was making it worse on himself by spouting bullshit half the time. Why couldn’t he just say something nice for once…?

I shook my head. He was friends with Maddox, after all. Those two were absolutely impossible to deal with.

I’m going to woo you. Romance with a side of dick.

Okay, maybe Maddox wasn’t too bad. He sure did romance pretty well… and he, of course, was efficient with his err, male appendage.

I pinched myself in my leg, shaking myself away from my daydream. This was exactly why I had to get away from Maddox. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he felt between my thighs, on top of me, and how perfect his lips felt against mine.

“Who cares about Colton,” Riley paused, before turning on her side to face me. “I need to know what happened in Paris.”

Of course, I had been waiting for that question. The suspense was probably killing her, as it would have if I were in her place.

I cleared my throat, dragging my nails across my thighs. The expectant look on her face was making me nervous. “Paris was… something else.”

“You know damn well I’m not speaking about the city. What happened between you and Maddox?”

“He… well, we succumbed to the tension between us. It kinda just happened, without us really even realizing it. But it was too late then.”

I let out a soft sigh and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the couch. “I wanted him; he wanted me. We’re both adults, who I guess, couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”

Riley was silent for a minute, soaking in my words. She shifted beside me, and I popped one eye open, as she drew closer to my side. “And now?”