Double Dare (4 page)

Her nipples were tight and painful, and her pussy pulsated. Yet he did nothing. She sat in his kitchen, with a T-shirt covering her head, which was bent back over the chair, and she did nothing.

Only waited.

Her breathing was fast and furious. She tried to quiet it enough to hear something, anything. She couldn't. Her heart pounding in her ears didn't help either.

She should move, leave, not just wait like the mouse being ready to be pounced on by the cat…

But she didn't. She didn't want to miss what he was going to do next.

Her breathing finally caught when something brushed her nipples. The pads of his fingers circled the hard points. The touch was light. Feathery.

She moaned and arched her back, needing him to do…

More.

It was a rush, not seeing but just feeling. Not knowing what to expect.

He rolled both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers gently. Quinn twitched in the chair, and she dug her fingers into his arms. He rolled harder and harder, until he was twisting the hard nubs and tugging on them.

Quinn cursed him. She cursed herself—for reacting like this. For enjoying something that—in the back of her mind—she thought she shouldn't. For reacting so strongly. Wanting him so much…

She gritted her teeth and ground her pussy into the hard seat of the chair. She wanted relief, but she also wanted it to last as long as it could.

She wanted more of this, more of him.

“
More
.” She didn't even recognize her own voice.

One hand released her breast and slid along her belly to dip down into the loose boxer-briefs. Logan's fingers played along her damp pubic hair, close, but not touching where she needed him.

Still blinded, she felt along his arms to his chest and brushed her palms over his nipples. His were just as hard as hers. She smiled into the darkness of the shirt.

Punishment, her ass.

She tweaked both of his nipples and tentatively flicked the nipple ring with a finger. She felt him shift. She'd had no idea that such a small piece of gold jewelry would make his nipple so sensitive. The ring was more than decoration; it was a source of pleasure. Or possibly pain?

His finger found her hot button, and she forgot everything she had been doing.

He circled her hard, supersensitive clit with his thumb, while parting her pussy lips with his index and middle fingers. Her hips surged forward. She wanted him in her. She didn't care what part of him, anything—fingers, tongue, cock. The emptiness inside her desperately needed to be filled.
Now.

His fingers played along her labia and continued to tease her clit, keeping a rhythm that made her rock her hips in time.

“Fuck!” exploded from between her clenched teeth.

His slick fingers found the small stretch of skin between her pussy and her anus, and he stroked it. He stroked back and forth, back and forth, occasionally touching her anus, making it clench, then back again to the edge of her pussy. Her pussy opened for him, wanting him, needing him.

“I'm going to fuck you,” Logan murmured.

She tried to clear her mind. Bring herself back to her senses. But she couldn't…

“Okay.”

“Not when you want. When I want.”

“Okay.”

His thumb dipped into her pussy slightly; her hips jerked forward to meet it.

“Patience,” he murmured. She was shocked to find the heat of his breath right above her mouth. His lips brushed hers through the fabric. She'd never felt a kiss like this before. It was like kissing through a veil. The shirt prevented her from touching her tongue to his, from tasting him. His lips moved over hers, the cotton dampening from the contact.

He pulled away, and Quinn felt a sudden sense of loss. She wanted to taste him without the barrier; she wanted to explore his lips, his tongue.

He had other ideas for his mouth. He leaned over to cup her left breast; he raised it until she felt the suction of his hot mouth on her nipple. His tongue flicked against the hard tip, making her cry out.

She arched her back more, raising her chest to him. He sucked and pinched and nipped her breast.

Words were coming out of Quinn's mouth, but she had no idea what she was saying. She didn't even care. All she cared about was that he not stop.

Logan slipped two fingers inside her at the same moment he bit down on her nipple. Quinn cried out and blindly reached out to him, making contact with his rib cage. She dug her nails into his skin as he plunged a third finger into her and pressed them as far as they would go. Her nails raked against him, and she felt him shudder.

Her hips lifted off the chair, thrusting against his fingers; she was so wet and slick, they met no resistance.

Then, unexpectedly, he was gone.

He had stepped back out of her reach, and Quinn whimpered.

Before she could protest, he lifted her out of the chair and pushed it out of the way. Once Logan set her on her feet, he nudged her forward until her hips jammed against the heavy wood table. With a hand on her back, he pushed her over. With one yank, his borrowed boxer-briefs pooled around her ankles, and cool air tickled her heated skin. He grabbed the back of the T-shirt and slipped it over her head so it was now around the front of her neck like a collar, her arms still snared in the sleeves. Her head was free now, but because he was pinning her down with one hand, her sight was still limited. And she wanted to see him…

She wanted to see all of him.

As he was seeing all of her.

The rasp of his zipper mixed with the sounds of their accelerated breathing. The
swoosh
of denim against his skin as he stripped out of his jeans made her start to shake.

Hard thighs, wiry hair, pressed against the back of her thighs. She tried to push back against him, but he pushed down on her harder.

“Don't move.”

His palm skimmed down her spine and over one ass cheek, then the other.

“Don't move from that position,” he warned. “Not even an inch.”

Or what? she wanted to know. What would he do? What could he possibly do to her that would be more exhilarating than what he was already doing? The thought tempted her to move, but she wouldn't risk it. Not yet. She didn't know him. She didn't know his limits, what he was capable of.

And that made her cunt clench tight.

“Do you know what happens to bad little girls who borrow without asking?”

Oh, wait. That's right. She was still being punished. Somehow she had forgotten.

“They get punished,” Quinn answered, not bothering to disguise the pleasure in her voice.

Then he smacked her ass cheek with his open hand, making her jerk forward in surprise. “That's right.”

“Ow!” She was not expecting to be spanked. And it stung, to boot.

Logan smoothed his palm over the stinging cheek to soothe it.

“Not only did you borrow my stuff without permission, my shit's going to need to be washed. You got the crotch all wet.”

He smacked the other cheek, and again, she jerked forward from the shock of it.

“Jesus Christ!” She wanted him to stop. No! No, she didn't. Oh God, what was wrong with her?

“No complaining, or it'll just extend your punishment.”

Quinn felt the sweep of his long hair against her rear before his tongue smoothed along one of her smarting cheeks. He licked her again and again, long, slow strokes, until both cheeks were damp.

Then he smacked her once more, and it stung worse because her skin was wet, but made the pleasure more intense to Quinn. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she'd be spanked by an adult as an adult. But she realized now what she had been missing. It was naughty and exciting, and every time his palm made contact with her ass, a shot of lightning went right through her, making her nipples harder and making her inner muscles contract.

“Your ass is so red. It's so pretty like that. So fuckable.”

“Then fuck me…
please
.”

She waited to be berated for speaking out. But he said nothing. Instead he slid his cock over her burning cheeks and between them.

She tensed as a moment of panic shot through her.
Jesus
. He was large. Not as large as some of the men in the pornos she had seen in college. But larger than her ex.

She couldn't see him, because she was still pinned on her stomach, her arms bound in the T-shirt behind her back, but he felt as hard as steel, thick, and long. He would never fit.

His balls hung heavily, rubbing against her slit. He squeezed her ass cheeks together and slid his cock between them, thrusting against her.

Quinn raised her hips and pushed her ass toward him, encouraging him to take the next step.

Logan leaned over her, grinding his hips into her ass harder while he licked along her lower spine, avoiding her bound arms. He nipped a shoulder blade. Her hands were free enough that, when she stretched her fingers out, she made contact with the head of his cock. It was slick and smooth and very, very hot.

She tried to wrap her fingers around him, but Logan pulled away.

“Don't move,” he warned her again.

She didn't. She didn't want to miss this for anything.

At least she thought so until she heard the slide of a drawer. What was he getting? Oh God, what was he going to do with a kitchen utensil?

Quinn relaxed when she heard the ripping of a foil packet, and the fleeting question of why he would have condoms in his kitchen left her when the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.

He rubbed the bulbous head back and forth, over her clit, up to her anus, making her wetter, slicker, more desperate for him to be inside her.

She was ready to scream in frustration when she felt him push her thighs wider with his own, nudge his cock between her lips, grasp her ass cheeks with his large hands, and spread her wide.

“Are you ready for me?”

Quinn had her forehead pressed against the tabletop, and she rocked it back and forth in a nod.

His fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks. “I can't hear you.”

She let out a shuddered breath. “Yes.”

“Yes?” The crown of his cock bumped against her pussy, not quite entering her. But so close…

“Yes, I'm ready.”

“Dare me to fuck you.”

She didn't respond. She couldn't. She'd never demanded anything during sex before. Ever.

He slid his cock in only an inch. His head was wide, and it stretched her. He was barely in her, and she felt her orgasm already starting to build.

She tried to grind back against him, to drive him home deep within her, but he restrained her hips in his grasp.

A shiver ran down her spine when he barked, “Do it!”

She clenched her fingers into fists and let out a long groan. Why did he have to push her? Why did he have to hear how much she wanted him at this moment?

She whispered, “I dare you to fuck me.”

“Louder.”

She let out a long, low wail before screaming, “I dare you to fuck me!”

Quinn gasped as he drove his cock deep with a sharp tilt of his hips, deep enough to bump against her cervix. Her inner muscles clenched around him, not wanting to let him go when he pulled out. But before he pulled out completely, he plunged into her again. Her back arched, her body bowing to meet him. The pain and pleasure all mixed together.

“Shit, you're too tight. Relax.” His voice sounded strained, but she couldn't answer him.

She
was
tight, to the point of being uncomfortable, but he stretched her out more with every thrust of his hips. He released deep, soft grunts with each thrust.

“Your pussy is so hot.”

He smacked her ass cheek again, making Quinn cry out in surprise and jerk back against him harder. She wanted, she needed, to grab on to something, but she couldn't, her arms were still bound in the T-shirt, helpless. Her fingers wiggled, trying for something, anything to take ahold of.