The Dare Collection: August 2018. Avril Tremayne
kiss was ravenous to the point of decimation. Strong fingers kneaded my calves, then drifted down to tug off my shoes. He continued kissing me as his hands reversed direction, trailed up my thighs to slip beneath my dress. He started to pull down my panties, then halfway through he muttered under his breath and ripped it free.
At my gasp, he smiled against my lips. “Sorry.”
“You’re not really, are you?” I challenged between kisses.
“No,” he confirmed, then sucked my tongue into his mouth in a move that melted my brain.
God, the man could kiss. I’d lost the ability to think straight when he pulled away. From his back pocket he took out a pack of condoms and tossed it on the bed.
I was staring at the box, wondering if I would be lucky enough to get through the pack by morning, when he grabbed my thighs and dropped onto his knees. Utterly captivated, I watched Caleb trail his tongue slowly up one inner thigh, then the other, but maddeningly staying away from my needy center.
“Get the lights up in here. I want to see your beautiful pussy properly,” he said as he bit lightly on my flesh.
Pleasure shivering through me, it took a moment to realize the only light in the room was the one on my dresser, set to come on automatically at nightfall.
My breath puffed out as my lungs remembered how to work. “Lights,” I croaked. Nothing happened. I cleared my throat. “Lights.”
The lamps on my nightstand flared softly, chasing away the shadows. Baring me to Caleb’s avid gaze. His mouth dropped open, a hot breath escaping as he stared.
And stared.
I squirmed. “Caleb...”
“Shh. Give me a moment,” he rasped.
A moment to what? I squirmed harder.
He lifted his gaze and his eyes were on fire. “You’re fucking exquisite, Lily.” Hunger and worship throbbed in his voice.
In that moment I knew it was entirely possible to orgasm from dirty talk alone. Except it wasn’t just dirty talk. Because my heart was flip-flopping in my chest in a weird, terrifying way.
This was just sex. My heart shouldn’t...couldn’t get involved. No way—
Fear melted into pleasure as his tongue licked me in one long sweep.
Sweet. Heaven.
My eyes rolled as I collapsed onto the bed. He repeated the caress several times, then spread me wider and went to town.
Caleb was a connoisseur, using every part of his mouth on every part of my pussy until I was one delirious mess.
“Please, Caleb,” I begged when he drove me to the edge for the umpteenth time, only to withdraw. My fingers speared into his hair, tightening when he started to pull away. “Make me come. Please, please, please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned against me right before he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I shot off like a rocket, my legs fighting to close as fireworks exploded behind my closed lids. He kept me wide open, working me into a frenzied orgasm that felt like it would last forever.
Convulsions were still rippling through me when I felt him tug on my zipper and remove my dress.
“Caleb,” I sighed.
“I’m right here, baby. Hold on.” His voice was tight. Edgy.
The sound of ripped foil preceded a hiss from him as he rolled it on; then he crawled over my body. One arm circled my waist, and he tossed me higher up the bed.
“I’ve been craving this since the moment I saw you,” he said, his tongue sliding over one nipple.
My nails dug into his shoulders as fresh waves of pleasure washed over me. “Me, too.”
His mouth curved in a smug smile. “How hot were you for me?” The question was rasped against my throat as he grazed my skin with his teeth. He was marking me. I didn’t care one little bit.
“Umm...”
He paused and tracked the blush creeping up my neck. “You wanted my cock pounding your pretty little pussy even as you were snapping at me, didn’t you?”
I wriggled, half-shamed, half-impatient. “Yes!”
“Don’t fret, baby. You’re going to get it exactly as you wanted it.”
He matched words to action.
With one hand planted next to my head, he trailed the other over my breast, my quivering belly to my pussy. He slid two fingers inside me, his eyes absorbing my reaction. His face tautened at my gasp.
“Please, Caleb, I’m ready. Don’t wait.”
His teeth gritted, but he continued to fuck me with his fingers, stretching me for another minute before he drew my leg higher, and nudged my entrance with his cock.
Slowly, excruciatingly, he pushed inside me, filling me, stretching me to the point of pain. “God, you’re so tight.”
He withdrew. Pushed back in. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
He tensed. “Lily?”
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
“You’re not good. You’re so fucking small,” he bit out tersely.
I dug my nails into his back. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” I clamped my legs around him, raised my hips to meet his next thrust. Pain and pleasure collided and I screamed.
“Shit!”
“More,” I begged.
A wave of uncertainty flashed across his face. Then it morphed into something else. Something hot and dangerous and guaranteed to send me to another stratosphere. Incredibly, it made me wetter. He felt it on his next thrust when his cock seated deeper inside me.
A mini-roar erupted from his throat. “Jesus, you’re incredible.”
I hauled myself up on one elbow, fused my mouth to his for a hot moment before dropping back down. “More, please, Caleb.”
He didn’t need any more begging. He fucked me until my vision blurred and my heart pounded against my rib cage. Until sweat dripped from his body to mine, and my screams mingled with his thick groans.
Until one last series of pounding ripped me from reality and I blacked out from pleasure. I wasn’t sure how long I blissed out. But when I resurfaced, he was still a hard, unspent presence inside me.
Tension still gripped him and sweat dotted his upper lip. “Did I tell you how much I love watching you come?” he rasped.
I shook my head, stunned by his control.
“Well, I do. I could watch you all day.” He started to move inside me again.
“Oh, God... I can’t.”
He kissed me, hard and quick. “Wrap your legs around me and give me one more, baby. Just one more.”
He caught the heels of my last climax minutes later, unraveling me as he roared his own release. I was fairly sure I passed out again.
When I came to, I was stretched on top of him, his arms clamped around me with his chin resting on top of my head.
My hand trembled as I caressed his chest. “Caleb?”
“Hmm?”
“I... I don’t think I can move.”
A low, deep laugh rumbled from him. “That’s okay. I can’t move, either.”
A happy little note strummed in my heart, the first warning that I had let in a seemingly harmless virus that could potentially compromise my very existence.
Because