The Dare Collection: August 2018. Avril Tremayne

of me. “You took your time to wake up. I’ve been rock-hard for you for over an hour,” I deflected, cupping her breasts and mercilessly teasing her nipples.

      The tactic worked. Her head dropped back and she whimpered. I continued to fondle her as I nudged her against the wall, watched the spray hit her chest and cascade down her body. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

      She made another innocent, dirty sound and I couldn’t help but press my mouth against her, gliding my tongue against hers to devour the sound.

      My hand slid down her belly, through the trimmed thatch of hair to her sweet, soaked pussy, before inserting two fingers inside her.

      Her hand fisted my hair as she gasped.

      “Good?” I demanded against her mouth.

      “So, so good,” she moaned.

      I finger-fucked her slow and steady, until her eyes rolled and her thighs shook. Until her cries echoed through the steam.

      Only then did I slide on the condom and flip her around. “Brace your hands on the wall and arch your back for me, my dirty little angel.”

      A smile laced her arousal. “I see you’ve started with the pet names again.”

      “I never promised I would stop. Besides, you could lead a man straight to his doom.”

      She sent me a sultry glance over one shoulder. “Just a man?”

      Something bit hard inside me. “Fine. You could lead me straight to the gates of hell. Is that what you want to hear?”

      Her eyes searched mine. “Maybe.”

      I hooked one finger into the choker, using the leverage to bring her head back to align her face with mine. “That back still isn’t arched. Do I need to spank obedience out of you?” I growled against her throat.

      Her whole body shook. Then, with a slow sensual stretch that wouldn’t have been amiss on a mermaid, she curved her spine, until her gorgeous twin globes perfectly framed my cock.

      I looked down and nearly lost my mind. “God...Lily. You know exactly how to drive me insane, don’t you?”

      Her answer was to rise on her tiptoes. “Fuck me, Caleb.”

      With a less than gentle touch, I grabbed her hip and yanked her back onto my waiting cock.

      She screamed. My insanity tripled. I forgot to breathe, forgot to think. Forgot everything but the need to bury my cock inside her over and over again.

      “Yes. Yes! More,” she panted, delirious in her pleasure.

      “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Always demanding more.”

      Her fingers clawed the tiles. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

      She continued to beg. I gave her everything until we were seconds from imploding. Then she reached up, covered the hand I had on her choker, locked her eyes on mine and croaked, “Tighter.”

      A little shocked and a hell of a lot more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, I hooked another finger beneath the tight lace.

      She started to come. Endlessly. Gripping me with muscles that demanded my complete surrender. I clung to sanity just so I could watch her for one more soul-shaking second. And holy hell, Lily Gracen, lost in ecstasy, was beyond magnificent.

      In that moment before the bottom fell out of my world, I wished I could freeze time. Wished this transcendental moment would never end.

      Transcendental. Soul-shaking. Feelings.

      The next shudder that gripped me had nothing to do with my phenomenal orgasm and everything to do with emotions attempting to shift the center of my gravity.

      Enough.

      The stern warning didn’t stop me from kissing her crown and sliding my hand down her back before I pulled out. We both groaned and subsided into silence, words seeming superfluous in this aftermath. I disposed of the condom, turned her around, then directed the flow of water over both of us.

      Her eyes were still glazed, but as I reached for the simple lock that secured her choker, her gaze darted to mine.

      I froze, waiting for her to speak.

      Her nostrils quivered as she sucked in a breath. “I...want you to know...I’ve never done that before,” she muttered. “I was just...”

      I brushed my fingers over her lips, absorbing the electric delight that lit through me. “You don’t need to explain, sweetheart. If it helps, the effect on you was fantastic for me, too.”

      A deep blush swept over her cheeks as she caught my hand in hers and kissed my knuckles.

      The move was unexpectedly sweet. For a split second, I wanted to succumb.

      I returned to my task and undid the choker. Red marks ringed her neck, a perfect imprint of the lace pattern. I trailed my lips over the mark, still caught in the cycle I couldn’t break free from, feeling a little perverse that the sight of it aroused me.

      The gel I picked up smelled like Lily. I washed her from head to toe, lingering in places that made her gasp.

      Then she held out her hand for the bottle. I handed it over and braced my palms over the wall above her head. I was hard again before she was halfway down my chest.

      I didn’t reach for her. I needed a moment to regroup, to make sure I could emerge from whatever was happening between us with my faculties intact. When she sank onto her knees, I squeezed my eyes shut and locked my jaw as her small, wicked fingers washed my cock, my balls, then finally moved lower.

      I was so focused on not grabbing her for another mind-blowing fuck, I didn’t realize she’d ducked under my arm to wash my back until she gasped.

      Shit. The scar.

      Gentle fingers touched my left shoulder blade where the bullet grazed me. “What happened?”

      Her soft sympathy reached inside me, further weakening rigid foundations. My shrug didn’t hit the offhand mark as I turned. “Trigger-happy client. Let’s get out of here and I’ll tell you the full story over breakfast.”

      She looked disappointed but she didn’t say anything as I rinsed off and grabbed a towel. In the bedroom I gathered my clothes, aware that her gaze grew more guarded with each passing second.

      I tightened my gut against the urge to reassure her. It was better this way. I wasn’t about to break open a box of hearts and flowers. Even if I once possessed such a box it had been smashed beneath the reality of repeated promises made and broken with callous indifference. Every single promise made to help my mother had been broken.

      Then Kirsten came along and drove the knife in deeper.

      I wasn’t about to speak words I didn’t mean or give reassurance that I couldn’t back up. “I’ll see you downstairs in ten?”

      She blinked, then jerked out a nod.

      I walked out, suspecting that the word bastard was lit up in Lily’s mind right now. I slammed the door in my room, then stood frozen in place. Could I have handled it better?

      No. Maybe. Minutes ticked by, then I heard her walk past my door.

      Fuck it. I threw on fresh clothes with an urgency I didn’t understand, and rushed downstairs to find Lily hovering by the front door wearing a tight black T-shirt that ended where a pair of leather shorts started. Those shorts ended at the top of her thighs, leaving an indecent amount of leg showing. She wore minimal makeup, but her eyes were darkly outlined, and her lips gleamed a faint pink. The wrist cuffs were back in place, as was a new, broader choker.

      God, if she was trying to torture me, it was working. She looked phenomenal.

      I swallowed my tongue, spotted the keys in her hand and realized she was dressed for outside.