Dare (The Dare Trilogy) (21 page)

He started to rise above her but she quickly moved her hands, placing them on his chest and firmly but gently pushing him away. “Lie down,” she said, almost breathlessly.

As he did so, that massive cock rising up long and proud, she reached across him towards the drawer beside the bed, feeling the heat of their two bodies mingling as she did so. She fumbled with the drawer and, once she had pulled out a condom, she fumbled again, trying to open it. He helped her then after she had ripped open the packet, sliding the slippery rubber across his erection, pulling it down so that his cock glistened, slick and large.

She was trembling again now, and for the briefest moment she wondered if she was doing the right thing. It was just so big! So fucking big! But she wanted it—some animal instinct inside her wanted
everything
, to let go, to purge the faults of the previous hour in an intense, mindless, ecstatic fuck.

Her pussy was still soaking wet as she threw one thigh across his body, rubbing the slick tip of his erection against her labia, pressing her sex against the steel ring. She grasped him with one hand as she lifted herself up on her knees, pushing the fingers of her other hand into her mouth, slathering them with her saliva before she reached around behind herself, rubbing around her asshole which still tingled from his play.

Her heart was beating hard now as she moved his cock slightly, placing it between her buttocks. She was nervous but also almost frantic. She wanted him—she wanted
this
.

Cam was staring up at her intently, his beautiful lips parted slightly, his blue eyes shining as he stared at her, his hair messed up and the muscles in his neck and shoulders straining slightly. Her hand flailed free as she moved it away from her ass, the fingers of the other
still clamped around his member, and he reached up to hold her tightly, reassuring her with his touch.

She pushed down. She could feel his cock bending slightly as she did so, and her ass, willing as it was, resisted him. Adjusting her position slightly, her breasts shuddering with each breath, her thighs trembling, she moved aga
in. She was so sticky and slick down there, but still it took several efforts for her to get him to enter her.

There was a sensation of pain, which she had expected, and also the weirdest feeling of being stretched more than she had ever experienced before. She could not control her legs, which bucked, almost forcing him out, and Cam reached up to hold her forearms.

“Are you okay?” he asked, watching with concern as her face went through a multitude of expressions from shock to grimace to an inexpressible look of astonishment. She nodded. “Gimme a minute,” she gasped. “Oh God. Oh... fucking hell!”

She sat there, every muscle in her legs tense as she held herself up, the tip of his cock inside her. “Oh. bloody hell!” she cried out, screwing her eyes shut for a moment, gritting her teeth. She was unable to tell for a second whether this was pleasure or pain
—or that the strangest feeling was also the most incredible pleasure that was flooding her body, almost making her orgasm again. She gasped and groaned.

When she opened her eyes once more, Cam was looking up at her with such tenderness that she felt love flooding through her. Lowering her torso very slowly so as not to force his cock out of her, she began to kiss him. Then, even more slowly, she began to force her hips down millimetre by millimetre, her breath escaping between her lips into his mouth as she pushed her ass onto him.

He did not move, but held her tightly and protectively, his hands on her arms, comforting and consoling her as she began to rise again then descend, always slowly. “You’re so big,” she blurted like an idiot. “You’re so fucking big. Fuck my ass. Oh God, oh fucking hell!”

It was not long before an orgasm did start to flood her, and she was limp and helpless above him, her entire body trembling as he held her closely to him. Her pussy was aching, clenching empty air, her burning ass filled with him, stretched to a point that drove her mind almost to oblivion. Carefully, gently, he began to move his hips, rising up into her, making her groan and mumble incoherently.

When he finally came, she actually screamed, utterly lost in that moment of the most astonishing emotions and feelings. He held her so tightly in his embrace now, locking his mouth to hers, that she felt she would never be able to move again, and as he throbbed and twitched in her anus she cried with a pleasure of utterly losing herself, blacking out for an instant.

She collapsed on him and he withdrew from her very slowly, taking care not to hurt her in any way. She was still incoherent, almost blubbering as she lay on the bed, aware dimly that she was dribbling on the pillow. When he lay beside her, placing his strong arm across her shoulders and pulling her towards him gently, the hungry animal of her body pressed into him, eager for warmth and comfort. She had no barriers now between that animal and him, no way of controlling
—nor any desire to control—what was happening to her.

The flood of emotions, of a lust so intense in its purity that it had burned through her like a flame, had left her exhausted, and she felt herself slipping away into darkness, sleep pulling at her with its own, gentler joys.

“I love you,” she whispered, uncaring who heard her if anyone. “I love you.”

When Dianne awoke and turned to face the sunlight streaming through the window, Cam was facing her, his head resting on one hand and his blue eyes staring at her tenderly. His broad jaw and defined cheeks were in shadow, his hair tousled and spiky from rest.

“Sleep well?”

“Like an angel.” She stirred and stretched, the sheets sliding from her arms and breasts, her nipples stiffening slightly as she took in his broad shoulders, the curve of the muscle in his arm, decorated as it was with dark tattoos.

“Well, I’m glad you don’t fuck like an angel,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. She felt something hot and heavy stirring against her thigh as he moved. Returning his kiss, she also blushed, a definite ache
—not unpleasant, but clearly felt—between her buttocks.

“Yeah, well,” she told him. “That was... intense. I don’t think I could take that every day. You are a
very
big man, Mr Fraser.”

He laughed at this, his head hovering above hers, continuing to stare down at her. “We’ll save that for special occasions,” he told her with a wink. Then a more serious look came into his eyes. “And the rest of it
—did you mean it?”

She frowned slightly, not sure what he was talking about. She remembered lying next to him, her body exhausted, beautifully traumatised by the evening’s drama and the passion that had followed, her head sinking into the pillow.

I love you
.

This made her blush even more than the memory of anal
sex with this incredibly hot and well-hung man. It was an act of intimacy even deeper in its way than that of letting him take her in a way that she had denied to nearly every man she had ever been with.

It was
even more embarrassing because she suddenly realised with a slight shock that it was true. She had known Cam Fraser for barely two weeks but now she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be without him. It wasn’t meant to have happened this way: she was taking his dare, throwing herself into an adventure that was fun and nothing more—or so she’d told herself for the past few days.

“Well?” he asked. Suddenly his face was serious. Fuck! she thought to herself. He really wants to know. Tongue tied for a moment, she nodded her head.

He smiled at this and bent his head to kiss her. As he did so, her brain screamed with a thousand thoughts. And what about you? Her heart heaved in her chest. Am I more than some pretty pick up in a nightclub? Will you even remember me after a year? A month?

When he pulled away, she couldn’t put her thoughts into a voice, but at that moment her phone rang out.

“Let it go,” Cam growled. “I’ve got plenty of ideas for how we can spend the morning.”

Her phone, however, was suddenly a welcome distraction and she pushed him back as she reached across to grab it, making him grumble. Seeing the number, she lifted it to her ear immediately.

“So, bitch,” Janey said, “you’ve decided to answer me at last.”

“I’m sorry, I was asleep.”

“Fucking your arse off, more likely. Is that any way to treat an old friend? Not that I blame you. I think I’d do exactly the same if I had a piece of totty like that. I hope you’re abusing him in every which way possible.”

Dianne glanced across to Cam, mouthing the word
sorry
silently. “Why were you trying to call?” she asked. “There’s not anything wrong, is there? How’s Magnus?”

“He’s fine
—I’ve left him with a neighbour, not that he cares. You’re the one who abandoned him—and I hope you feel suitably sorry—so he doesn’t mind in the slightest that I’ve fucked off as well.”

“Fucked off?” Dianne asked in confusion. “What do you mean? Where are you?”

“At the moment, I’m standing at the taxi rank at Tegel airport, wondering what bloody directions to give the driver.”

“What?” Dianne yelled, causing Cam to look at her in concern.

“Jesus,” Janey mumbled on the other end of the line. “I see he’s fucked you into stupidity. I’m in Berlin, you stupid cow.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Well, thank you too! Do you think you’re the only one who has to have all the fun? Come on, Dianne, tell me where your bloody hotel is and I’ll see you in less than an hour.”

Dumbstruck, Dianne gave the hotel address and eventually hung up. When she looked across at Cam, he was laughing.

“You knew, didn’t you!” she hissed in accusation, her anger tempered by the good humour he was displaying.

“I didn’t exactly
know
, but Tony let slip that he’d been in touch with her. Your friend made quite an impression on him and Jim, you know.”

She slapped him
—hard enough to make him wince in not entirely feigned pain—before she leaped from the bed and ran to the shower. The questions she had begun to form before had not disappeared, but the prospect of seeing Janey again was a welcome respite: she didn’t have to think what this all meant, not yet.

When Janey climbed from the taxi, hauling a huge suitcase and dressed in leopard-print leggings, a blouse unbuttoned to reveal her voluptuous cleavage, and a fake-fur jacket, her sunglasses pushed back above her bleached blonde hairline, she turned to see Dianne standing in the entrance of the hotel. Letting out a shriek of pleasure, she ran across to her friend.

“Here, let me take your suitcase.” Cam came forward with a warm smile, easily lifting up the case that Janey had struggled with.

“You can take whatever you want, handsome,” she told him with a barely concealed leer. “My, he’s a real gent as well, isn’t he,” she told Dianne. “When you’ve finished with him, please let me have a go.”

Dianne hugged her friend to her chest, holding her tightly. “Oh, Janey, I’ve so missed you!”

“Well you really are a stupid moo if that’s the case. Oi!” Now Janey addressed Cam who was manfully carrying her suitcase alongside the pair of them. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

Cam looked surprised and Dianne felt herself squirm slightly inside at the sight of him: in that instant, he looked so like a little boy that she wanted to jump on him. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You’re not doing your job, mister,” Jane replied, squeezing Dianne’s arm. “I fully expected this woman not to be able to walk when I met her. The fact that she’s still able to stand on two feet indicates that you are falling woefully short of the high standards I expected of you.”

Both Dianne and Cam laughed at this. “I guess my boys should be here soon,” Janey said, lighting up a cigarette as they entered the lobby. The other two looked guiltily at this.

“What?” Janey asked, looking immediately at the lighted end of her cigarette and cursing beneath her breath. “Not here as well,” she grumbled. “Oh well—look, I’ve stubbed it out.” She ground the barely smoked fag beneath her stiletto.

“It’s not that...” Dianne began to explain slowly.

“Come on, girl. Spit it out.”

“It’s just...” Again words failed Dianne, much to Janey’s evident irritation.

“What Dianne is trying to say,” Cam said carefully, “is that Jim and Tony didn’t come back last night.”

“Oh, that,” Janey waved her hand dismissively. “I know
that
.”

“You know?” Dianne was astonished.

“Well, when I couldn’t wake you two love birds I spoke to Jim this morning. I think Tony had passed out and poor little James was very upset—I don’t think they handled him well at all, last night.” She gave a filthy snigger. “Oh, he’s a very shy boy unless you know how to treat him.”

Both of the others were standing there open mouthed, and Dianne was the first to come to her senses, throwing her arms around her friend once more.

“Don’t you worry about anything,” Janey said to Cam over Dianne’s shoulder. “I’m the real slag out of the two of us, and I’m really not the type to let my boys fucking around spoil anything. It’s not as if I’ve been an angel in the meantime—might be worth remembering if you get tired of this one.”