“Ready, baby?” To drive home his point, he slowly rubbed his erection over her swollen clit. A pink flush settled on her cheeks as his worn denim chafed her in the right spot.
“Y-yes.”
“Okay. Truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“Did you think about me at all when Sarah was licking your pussy?”
She shivered from head to toe, squirming under him in a way that threatened his control. “I couldn’t help but think of you.”
He grinned. “Damn straight. Because I’m the best at licking your pussy.”
She slid her arms around his neck. The action was answer enough for him.
“Since you told the truth, I’ll reward you.” He pushed to his knees and peeled off his cut and T-shirt before leaning down and teasing her nipples with the tip of his tongue.
He bathed each pink tip, right, left, right, left, until she arched under him. He caught one in his teeth and dragged them over the sensitive flesh. She cried out, and he could smell her arousal. Satisfaction pushed him on.
“Truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“Have you ever lied to get a job?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
He twisted her nipple lightly, and the nub bunched up tighter. “Have you ever lied to me?”
She panted. “That’s not fair. Don’t I get a reward?”
Her lip was caught in her teeth, and she plucked at his hair. Fuck, she was adorable when she was in torment.
“Maybe a small reward.” He sank his teeth into her nipple, and she dug her nails into his neck. The pleasure-pain worked for both of them. By the time he released her nipple, she couldn’t hold still, and his dick was as hard as century-old oak.
He pushed away from her, suspended on his arms. As her gaze roved over his chest, she smoothed the skin with her hands. Need spiked in his groin.
“Truth or dare,” he gasped when she fanned her fingers over his abs, dangerously close to the bulge in his jeans. “Have you ever lied to me?”
She fell still. “I don’t—”
“Truth or dare?” he prompted.
Her chin lifted a notch. “Dare.”
A laugh burst from him, and he flipped her off the bed. She landed on the floor with a surprised chuckle and popped up beside the bed. Though she narrowed her eyes, a smile turned her lips upward.
He stretched out on the mattress and unzipped his fly. His cock fell into his hand, thick and heavy. He wanted her bad. But she had to want him more.
“I dare you to watch me jack off.”
Her smile widened. “That’s easy.”
“Without touching me or yourself.”
A crease appeared between her brows. “I can do that.”
“Without making a noise.”
She dragged her tongue over her lower lip.
“Or licking your lips.”
She folded her arms over her full breasts and waited.
Holding her gaze, he pushed his jeans and boxers down. He cupped his balls in one hand and gripped his cock in the other. The first stroke almost threw him off the edge. Not because he was a master at self-pleasure, but because she was watching.
He rolled his cock through his fist, lingering on his head where it felt so good. She latched her gaze onto his body, the hard buds of her nipples protruding above her arms.
A groan rumbled in his chest. She wanted him, even if she’d never admit it. That meant he had to push her to confess.
He tugged on his balls, lashing them to his body even as he pressed on his swollen head. The slit peeked open, and a bead of pre-come oozed out.
She bit off a sound.
“That was an easy win.” He immediately released his cock, and it bounced on his abs.
“Hey, I didn’t break the rules.”
He grabbed her wrist and hauled her down atop him, imitating the noise she’d barely contained.
“Shut up,” she cooed, her lips a breath from his.
He claimed her mouth, commanding it. With each plunge of his tongue, he lost a little more of himself. It was impossible to hold back with her. He gave every bit of himself, and in bed, she had no restraint. But out of bed was a different story.
He broke off the kiss. “Truth or dare.”
Worry settled in her eyes, but she didn’t answer.
He bucked his hips against hers, pressing his aching cock to the heat he most wanted. She issued a ragged breath.
“Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” she whimpered, grinding her pussy on him.
He had her. “Why did you come to the club today?”
“For this.” She rubbed her pussy over his length, a torment he couldn’t live through very long.
He dug his fingers into her hips, stilling her. “Truth, Ever.”
Something shifted in her eyes, followed by a glint of pain he hated to see. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I was horny.”
So she wouldn’t give him the total truth. Someone had taught her well—half-truths kept you in the game.
“And you gave yourself to Sarah when you wanted me.”
“Yeah.” She braced herself over him, angling to better hump his erection. Every slick glide sent him reeling, but he couldn’t lose. Not this time.
He trapped her against his body, keeping her from moving a fraction. “Why did you come to the club, baby?”
“Because…” She tensed, trying to move, but he held her firmly.
He changed tactics. “Did you come to the club because you couldn’t stay away from me?”
She collapsed atop him, warm and weighted as she gave up all resistance. Snuggling her face in his neck, she murmured, “Yes.”
That was all the truth he needed. He tossed her into the bed.
•●•
Jamison’s mouth was everywhere. Ever’s throat and breasts burned deliciously from his beard. He worked his way down to her nipples, biting and lapping each until she couldn’t draw breath.
Watching his tongue curl around her nipple was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She cradled his jaw, guiding him from one to the other and taking what she needed. When she started to push him lower, he sank his teeth into her belly.
The pain was a sharp slap, but need rushed in fast. Just as her pussy flooded with juices, he licked a tender path over the spot he’d just bitten.
No one had ever done such a thing to her before, but damn, coming from him, it was erotic as hell. She pinched his ear and pressed him down.
He was right. All the while Sarah’s face had been buried between Ever’s legs, she’d been tortured by images of Jamison.
Raising his head, he stared hard into her eyes. “You want my tongue in your pussy, baby?”
She moaned. “Yes.”
“What about here?” Without warning he probed her ass. Her pucker flexed under his finger, eager for anything he’d give. “Has anyone ever tasted you here?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He eased the tip of his finger around her rim, shooting sensation through her whole body. His breath on her mound coupled with the forbidden touch stole her sanity. She yanked his hair.
With painful slowness, he lowered his lips to her pussy. He opened his mouth wide, tongue in her soaking folds, his upper lip resting on her distended clit. Those orgasms she’d had with Sarah seemed like a few drops of rain in comparison to the tsunami of pleasure Jamison forced on her.
She bucked.
He clamped onto her pussy, tongue in her slash, shaking his head to stimulate her clit. The roughness of his prickly mustache against her button sent a slice of need through her.
She rode his mouth.
The exquisite pressure increased, and he ran his tongue down, down, through her folds right to her pucker. When he pushed her legs up and back, she cried out.
He lapped around her ass even as he slid two fingers into her pussy. He covered her clit with his thumb and wiggled.
Too much sensation. She’d die. She let his name escape, her hips snapping upward for more.
The hot, wet feel of his tongue in her body sent her flying.
She climbed the slope quickly, raking her fingers through his hair.
He withdrew his tongue and his fingers, leaving only his thumb on her clit. Was it her imagination, or was his thumb more callused than it had been moments before? All the pleasure he’d given her seemed forced into that one small spot.
Over her body, she met his gaze. “Please.”
He strummed her clit, and she writhed. “You want release, and I want answers.”
Some of her need vanished. She came back to herself, hating him and hating herself for wanting him so damn much.
“I can make myself come,” she panted.
When he drew a circle with his thumb on her clit, she came off the bed. “I’m sure you can, but you don’t want that, baby. You want me. That’s why you came to the club. Say it.”
Fuck, he was right, but he didn’t know half of it. Such as at the moment he’d driven away on his bike, she’d felt his loss like a bone-deep ache. Or when he’d been on the brink of slicing off the fingers of those drug runners, she’d brought him back to her with a single touch.
Stone had never been influenced by her, and knowing that Jamison was gave her a heady feeling. She wanted more.
As he ground her clit into her body, a throaty cry left her. Just as quickly as he’d given her pleasure, he took it away. He stared into her eyes, his thumb too far from where she most wanted it.
“Jamie,” she pleaded.
His eyes grew hooded. “I fucking love that you call me that, baby. Now. Start. Talking.” He punctuated his words with a flick of his tongue.
Cream squeezed from her folds, which he gathered with a fingertip and painted over her ass. She quivered, so close to release yet so far away.
“Truth.”
“I came for this. And because of the way you make me feel,” she blurted.
Supreme satisfaction claimed his features as he plunged his tongue into her pussy once more. He fucked her inner walls, the velvety movement making her wild. She jerked her hips, and he gave everything she needed, including his thumb over her clit and a finger in her ass.
Waves rushed up. She crested and screamed. Pounded against the shores of lust, she lost herself to a man she shouldn’t.
He held her on the cusp of another orgasm so huge that she shook all over. She stared at him through blurry eyes, trying to convey the thing she wanted most.
Him—inside her. Taking her body with the extreme care and thoroughness he always had.
That ache increased. He withdrew his finger, and her ass clenched around the emptiness. His tongue was next. Then his thumb.
She curled onto her side, throbbing from a mind-numbing orgasm but wanting so much more.
When the rustle of clothing sounded, she didn’t look up. She’d closed herself behind that place deep in her mind. The things he was making her feel were too much.
A packet ripped open, and he groaned. That brought her back to herself in a hurry. She opened her eyes to see him rolling a condom on his cock.
The heavy length was purple, veined, and fucking huge. Before she could turn onto her back to receive him, he came up behind her. His big chest scorched her spine, his muscular thighs cradled hers.
And his erection was poised right where she wanted it.
She thrust back at the same time he drove deep.
“Oh Ever. Fuck, Ever.” He burrowed his face against her throat, locked an arm around her waist, and began to move.
At this angle, she wouldn’t last long. That earth-shaking orgasm was in sight. No, it was almost here.
She impaled herself on him, reaching back to grip his hip and urge him faster. He murmured against her neck. “Fucking gorgeous. Beautiful woman. Truth.”
She shook her head, too far gone to think straight about giving him the answer that would best protect her.
He stopped moving. Her pussy walls rippled around his cock, begging him to keep pushing her toward the unseen end.
“Truth.”
Half-pissed off and more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, she ripped herself from his grasp. Shock hit his eyes. She pushed him onto his back, threw her leg over him, and sank onto his erection.
“Dare,” she grunted when he bottomed out in her.
•●•
She’d shifted the tables on him, but damn if he wanted to be in control anymore. Wild joy tore through him.
She performed a movement that was almost acrobatic, back arching, hips thrust forward. She milked his every inch. There was no going back for him. Miss Ever Whoever-she-was would be his old lady.
“Truth,” he rasped, heat crawling over his skin.
“No more games.”
He arched a brow at her, and her face showed the realization of what she’d just agreed to. She hurled herself forward, cloaking them in a curtain of red hair. When she kissed him with all the passion and tenderness he’d been working to steal from her, he found her clit with his finger once again.
Swallowing her moans, he drove her to the end they craved—and needed. Her surrender was imminent. The cat and mouse, push and pull, hide and seek, was over.
Lust pounded him. He snapped his hips, shoving deeper than before. And she came.
Each contraction ricocheted through his body. With a roar he followed her, ropes of come seemingly endless. They found each other’s lips, tongues mimicking their primal need. When their kiss began to slow, he laced his fingers through her hair.
She made a quiet noise that sounded like surrender if he’d ever heard it.
A final sigh left her, and she collapsed. He held her, reveling in the dewiness of her skin and the tiny aftershocks that made her pussy clamp around his dick.
She’d come to him, and that meant everything.
Smoothing his hand up and down her back, he listened to her breathing slow. After a while, he pressed a kiss to her throat. “Baby, the prez wants your story. He’s going to be here in a few hours.”
Every muscle in her body stiffened. She blew out a breath. “If he asks, I’ll talk to him myself.”
Did she have any idea of the guts it would take to sit down with Strother and submit to his questioning? Their prez was fair but hard. “Baby, it’s better if you tell me.”
She rolled off him but pasted herself to his side, her cheek resting on his shoulder. “No, it’s not.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll know I’m lying.”
Jesus. This woman was going to kill him.
He laughed. “Truth or dare, Ever.”