Double Dare
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“You’re not leaving me with much of a choice,” she said absently as she made a show of opening the tube and testing out the battery.
The small tube came to life with a soft buzzing noise that had her shaking her head with a small sigh as she made a show of grabbing a new battery and sliding it in. When she was done, she gestured for him to move over.
“You can’t be serious,” he said, praying like hell that she was kidding.
“Yet, I am,” she said mockingly as she grabbed both of her pillows and placed them against the foot of the bed.
“Marybeth,” he said tightly as he watched her climb on the bed and lean back against her pillows with that damn tube that he should have never given her, securely in her right hand, “don’t even fucking think of it.”
“Think about what?” she asked innocently as she leaned back and shifted to get more comfortable, drawing the shirttails up in the process and exposing more of her thigh to his greedy eyes.
“You know what,” he bit out, fisting his hands in the comforter to stop himself from reaching over and running his hands over her smooth legs.
“Do I?” she asked, cocking a brow in challenge as she drew both legs up and slowly, ever so fucking slowly, let her legs fall open, giving him one hell of a view.
He couldn’t help but groan when his eyes locked on the moist pouty lips between her legs. He knew from experience just how soft they were, how good they felt against him as he slid inside her. He licked his lips, imagining just how good it would feel to trace the wet slit with his tongue.
“So, I’ve decided something,” she said, drawing his attention to the slender fingers playfully toying with one of the buttons on the shirt she was wearing.
“What’s that?” he asked, struggling to focus on what she was saying while he watched her flick open one of the bottom buttons, giving him an even better view in the process.
“That until you agree to my terms I’m afraid that I’m going to have to keep my dirty little hands to myself,” she said as she slowly ran her hand over the exposed skin and down between her legs, ending with a soft gasp and a groan that had his breaths coming a little faster.
A pained groan escaped him as he watched her very talented fingers slowly pull back over her slit and just before he could take his next breath, they were sliding back down. She spread her legs a little more as she shifted her hips, giving him a better view of those fingers as they traced her slit.
“Shit,” he groaned, shifting as he absently reached down to adjust himself when his boxers became a little too tight for comfort.
“Just as soon as you agree to my terms…” she said, letting her words trail off meaningfully as she dipped her finger between her slit and teased the little pink nub that was begging for his tongue.
“What terms?” he found himself asking, mesmerized by the sight in front of him and barely aware that he had shoved the covers off his lap and was absently rubbing his aching cock through his boxers.
“That you forget this whole marriage business and we go back to the way things were,” she said, licking her lips as she watched him, her fingers slowly teasing her clit.
Eyes locked on what was going on between her legs, he stubbornly shook his head. “Not happening,” he said, chuckling even as he enjoyed the view.
“Yes,” she said, using her fingers to spread those pouty little lips between her legs to give him a better view, “it will.”
“Really?” he asked, reaching into his boxers and pulled out his cock as he shifted his gaze to her beautiful face to find her watching his every move.
“Mmmhmm,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as he slowly stroked his cock, deciding to play this game with her. She’d quickly learn that she had no chance in hell of beating him, something that she should have learned by now. He was determined to have her and he would do whatever it took to make that happen, even torture himself.
“You think you’re going to tease me into losing control?” he asked, leaning back and getting more comfortable as he continued to lazily stroke himself.
“Think?” she asked, tearing her gaze away from his cock to meet his gaze. “No,” she said, shaking her head with a smug smile that he easily matched. “I know.”
“Really?” he asked, chuckling as he shook his head in wonder. “Do you really think that you could hold out longer than I can?”
“Is this a challenge?” she asked, licking her lips with a soft little moan as she shifted, drawing his attention back to what she was doing between her legs.
“No,” he said as he continued to watch Marybeth tease herself, “it’s part of my original dare.”
“Part of the dare?” she asked on a soft groan as she shifted her hips restlessly, a sign that normally told him that she was to the point that she needed something inside her, but right now it told him that he was going to win this fucking thing.
“Mmmmhmm, part of the dare,” he murmured thoughtfully as he ran his eyes over her, taking in the flush staining her cheeks, the way she nibbled her bottom lip, the way her hard nipples were pressing against the light blue shirt, her glistening fingers moving between her legs as her hips shifted slightly, demanding more than she was going to be able to give.
“How exactly is this part of the original dare? This sounds more like a bet.”
“Because I’m going to use your obsession with my body to win, sweetheart,” he said, licking his lips as he imagined taking those dainty little fingers in his mouth.
The small tube came to life with a soft buzzing noise that had her shaking her head with a small sigh as she made a show of grabbing a new battery and sliding it in. When she was done, she gestured for him to move over.
“You can’t be serious,” he said, praying like hell that she was kidding.
“Yet, I am,” she said mockingly as she grabbed both of her pillows and placed them against the foot of the bed.
“Marybeth,” he said tightly as he watched her climb on the bed and lean back against her pillows with that damn tube that he should have never given her, securely in her right hand, “don’t even fucking think of it.”
“Think about what?” she asked innocently as she leaned back and shifted to get more comfortable, drawing the shirttails up in the process and exposing more of her thigh to his greedy eyes.
“You know what,” he bit out, fisting his hands in the comforter to stop himself from reaching over and running his hands over her smooth legs.
“Do I?” she asked, cocking a brow in challenge as she drew both legs up and slowly, ever so fucking slowly, let her legs fall open, giving him one hell of a view.
He couldn’t help but groan when his eyes locked on the moist pouty lips between her legs. He knew from experience just how soft they were, how good they felt against him as he slid inside her. He licked his lips, imagining just how good it would feel to trace the wet slit with his tongue.
“So, I’ve decided something,” she said, drawing his attention to the slender fingers playfully toying with one of the buttons on the shirt she was wearing.
“What’s that?” he asked, struggling to focus on what she was saying while he watched her flick open one of the bottom buttons, giving him an even better view in the process.
“That until you agree to my terms I’m afraid that I’m going to have to keep my dirty little hands to myself,” she said as she slowly ran her hand over the exposed skin and down between her legs, ending with a soft gasp and a groan that had his breaths coming a little faster.
A pained groan escaped him as he watched her very talented fingers slowly pull back over her slit and just before he could take his next breath, they were sliding back down. She spread her legs a little more as she shifted her hips, giving him a better view of those fingers as they traced her slit.
“Shit,” he groaned, shifting as he absently reached down to adjust himself when his boxers became a little too tight for comfort.
“Just as soon as you agree to my terms…” she said, letting her words trail off meaningfully as she dipped her finger between her slit and teased the little pink nub that was begging for his tongue.
“What terms?” he found himself asking, mesmerized by the sight in front of him and barely aware that he had shoved the covers off his lap and was absently rubbing his aching cock through his boxers.
“That you forget this whole marriage business and we go back to the way things were,” she said, licking her lips as she watched him, her fingers slowly teasing her clit.
Eyes locked on what was going on between her legs, he stubbornly shook his head. “Not happening,” he said, chuckling even as he enjoyed the view.
“Yes,” she said, using her fingers to spread those pouty little lips between her legs to give him a better view, “it will.”
“Really?” he asked, reaching into his boxers and pulled out his cock as he shifted his gaze to her beautiful face to find her watching his every move.
“Mmmhmm,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as he slowly stroked his cock, deciding to play this game with her. She’d quickly learn that she had no chance in hell of beating him, something that she should have learned by now. He was determined to have her and he would do whatever it took to make that happen, even torture himself.
“You think you’re going to tease me into losing control?” he asked, leaning back and getting more comfortable as he continued to lazily stroke himself.
“Think?” she asked, tearing her gaze away from his cock to meet his gaze. “No,” she said, shaking her head with a smug smile that he easily matched. “I know.”
“Really?” he asked, chuckling as he shook his head in wonder. “Do you really think that you could hold out longer than I can?”
“Is this a challenge?” she asked, licking her lips with a soft little moan as she shifted, drawing his attention back to what she was doing between her legs.
“No,” he said as he continued to watch Marybeth tease herself, “it’s part of my original dare.”
“Part of the dare?” she asked on a soft groan as she shifted her hips restlessly, a sign that normally told him that she was to the point that she needed something inside her, but right now it told him that he was going to win this fucking thing.
“Mmmmhmm, part of the dare,” he murmured thoughtfully as he ran his eyes over her, taking in the flush staining her cheeks, the way she nibbled her bottom lip, the way her hard nipples were pressing against the light blue shirt, her glistening fingers moving between her legs as her hips shifted slightly, demanding more than she was going to be able to give.
“How exactly is this part of the original dare? This sounds more like a bet.”
“Because I’m going to use your obsession with my body to win, sweetheart,” he said, licking his lips as he imagined taking those dainty little fingers in his mouth.
