The Dare Collection November 2018. Christy McKellen
God, she tasted like heaven. Her head tilted back as she attempted to ride my fingers.
Her unfettered responses were the stuff of carnal dreams. Leonora was the only woman in a long time that I’d craved seeing after our first sexual encounter, one-sided though that had been.
I wasn’t selfish in the sack by any means, but in the past my goal had been to achieve mutual satisfaction as many times as possible in an allotted time frame.
The fact that I was gifting her another one-sided trip to ecstasy should’ve irked the selfish bastard in me, but damned if I didn’t want to keep hearing those mindless little cries and feel the sensation of her wet pussy tightening around my fingers with every thrust inside her.
What the fuck was going on? It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she rolled her hips while in the throes of pleasure. I sucked her harder, and was rewarded with a deeper moan.
‘Good?’ I asked.
Her eager nod proceeded a gasped ‘Yes!’ that wrapped itself tight around my cock.
And still I couldn’t get enough. ‘Are you going to come for me, sweet Leonora?’
‘Yes!’ She raised her whole body off the chair, undulating with abandon as she met my piston-fast fingers. ‘It’s so good, Gideon. Don’t stop. Please,’ she begged mindlessly.
Wasn’t it just beyond ironic that the moment I agreed to behave myself for the sake of my undeserving family, a unique woman like Leonora would land on my lap? I was pretty sure Lady Karma was laughing herself stupid for fucking me over like this.
Every second of the remaining days of my self-imposed celibacy would be hell, but if this was a fraction of what awaited me at the end, it would be worth it. Her soft cries grew sharper, her skin flushed deep pink.
‘Are you close, baby?’
‘So close,’ she gasped. Her whole body shook as the first wave of her orgasm hit hard. I drew back a touch, not wanting to miss a single frame of the incredible scene unfolding before me.
A blush suffused her whole body, her parted lips temptation itself as her breasts lightly bounced to my thrusts. When her convulsions intensified, I reached for her nape, holding her in place as she shuddered wildly around my fingers. Her sweet pussy clenched and unclenched, so beautifully tight, it was all I could do not to drop my trousers and ram my throbbing cock inside her. When the urge grew too hard to resist, I dragged her closer and fused my mouth over hers.
I kissed her down from her high, waited until her breathing quieted, before I withdrew my fingers. Eager for a taste of her, I licked my fingers. Lust-drugged eyes widened as she watched me.
‘I wish we were somewhere more private so I could taste straight from the source.’
Her blush deepened. ‘Oh, my God, you’re unbelievable.’
I laughed and the sound was a gruff mess even to my own ears. ‘Now you’re embarrassed?’
‘I’m not used to a guy who’s so unapologetically vocal about everything.’
That grated more than it should, probably because of all the secrets I’d exposed to the light of day. ‘What kind are you used to?’
She fastened her bra and began rebuttoning her shirt. I wanted to bat her hands away, command her to leave it so I could continue feasting my eyes on her. But there was the credible threat of tossing anyone who saw her like this overboard.
‘I thought you were going to let me keep my secrets for now?’
Her reluctance chaffed even more. ‘Maybe I’ve changed my mind.’
‘You think you have rights just because you’ve given me two orgasms?’
‘Two incredible orgasms. I’m keeping tally, Leonora. Zero for two isn’t really my ideal score.’
Her gaze dropped to the crotch and the full tent in my trousers. ‘Abstention is meant to be good for the soul, isn’t it?’ she teased.
‘My soul would be no bloody use to me if I die of blue balls, would it? Tell me I can have you any damn way I want when the time comes and I may just survive.’
She tilted her head. ‘I’ll think about it.’
Her features settled into a different expression as she stared at me for several long seconds.
‘What?’ I asked when I couldn’t stand the silence.
‘You may not be the total bastard I took you for when we first met, after all.’
The oddest sensation tightened on my nape. ‘Don’t be in a hurry to change your mind about me, Leonora.’
Her eyes darkened. ‘You’re warning me off?’
‘I’m dying to feel your tight pussy around my cock. I’m dying to see the rapture on your face when I make you come with more than just my fingers. I may let you into a few personal details along the way. But don’t hold out hope for more beyond that.’
She tensed and pulled away. ‘How conceited of you to think that just because I find you remotely redeemable, it automatically means I’m catching feelings. Let me be clear. It just means that if at some point in the future I let you have me, you not being an arsehole means I can live with myself afterwards. If that’s too much for you to handle—’
‘I can handle that,’ I slid in, that unnerving sensation that I was losing the plot intensifying.
‘That’s good to know.’
‘And I prefer when, not if.’
‘We’ll see about that.’ She rose and straightened her clothes. ‘I have work to do. I’ll see you later.’
Gideon
I WATCHED HER leave the deck, my cock on fire and my insides all twisted up once again. What was supposed to be an enjoyable interlude had turned into something else.
She reached the stairs and glanced back at me, a contemplative look in her eyes that unsettled me further. It said she saw beneath my surface, perhaps saw something even I wasn’t aware of. I wanted to race after her, demand she tell me.
I stayed put and let the moment pass until she left the deck.
Maybe I was overthinking things. I blamed that email sitting in my inbox and the flurry of emails from Aunt Flo that had followed it.
As if conjured up by my thoughts, my phone buzzed, displaying a picture of Aunt Flo.
With more than a little trepidation, I snatched it up. ‘Calling to check up on me?’
‘You haven’t answered any of my emails. Do you need checking up on?’
‘Probably.’
‘Should I be worried?’ Aunt Flo asked.
My irritation dissolved and I smiled. ‘No.’
‘Good. Now, tell me how the business with the Russian is going.’
I filled her in, welcoming the chance to dwell on something other than Leonora. Or Damian. Or Bryce. Or, dammit...my feelings.
‘Hmm, I’ve dealt with a troublesome Russian once or twice in my time.’
I laughed. ‘I feel a bout of sage advice coming on.’
‘The trick is to drink them under the table first. Once you show your stamina they’ll be yours for life.’
‘I need him sober to sign on the dotted line.’
Aunt Flo snorted. ‘Well, that’s unfortunate. But you’re clever. That’s