The Dare Collection September 2019. Stefanie London

he pulled back, his tongue beginning to explore me, licking me with broad, flat strokes, before finding my clit and teasing.

      He seemed to know exactly how far to push without giving me exactly what I wanted, stopping before I fell over the edge, pushing me every bit as badly as I’d pushed him.

      It was payback, I got that. But it was the kind of payback I was more than happy with. Well, if I hadn’t been so impatient, that was.

      ‘Please...’ I gasped as he flicked my clit with his tongue. ‘Oh, Mr Evans, please...’

      His voice was a low vibration against my inner thigh. ‘Ash, pretty thing. You’re going to have to start calling me Ash, because no one calls their boyfriend Mr.’ A blaze of blue met mine. ‘Unless it’s in bed.’

      Through the haze of pleasure, I understood. Just. ‘A-Ash,’ I managed, trying it out as I squirmed and shifted beneath the pressure of his tongue. ‘Please...’ I tried to lift my hands but he was holding them down and didn’t let me.

      ‘Please what? You have to tell me what you want.’

      ‘Please make me come. Oh, please...’

      He didn’t reply, merely turned his attention back between my thighs, covering my pussy with his mouth. Then he went to work on my clit, teasing and licking, nipping too, just a little, the pain slight and yet so sweet I couldn’t stop the cry of pleasure it dragged from me.

      And then one more flick of his tongue and I was gone, bucking in my seat, arching and shifting as the pleasure rocketed through me, turning me into a human firework, bursting me into flames right where I sat.

      I didn’t know how long it was before I came down from the high, my body pulsing, my heartbeat roaring in my ears, my breathing wild.

      But then his hands were on me and I was being gathered up from the seat and into his arms, taken over to the low couch on the opposite side of the cabin. He bent and laid me carefully down onto it before putting one hand on either side of my head and leaning over me, staring down into my eyes. The expression on his face stole my breath, the hunger for me burning bright in his gaze.

      Yes, I’d pushed him. I’d pushed him right to the edge and over it. He’d broken. He’d touched me and I couldn’t help feeling as if, somehow, I’d won this round.

      It made me want to test him again.

      ‘I want you,’ he said roughly, without any preliminaries. ‘In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you right now. But this is about you, not me. Your pleasure, not mine. So if you don’t want—’

      I reached up and put a finger across his hard mouth, silencing him. Then I said huskily, ‘Fuck me, Mr Evans.’

      Wildfire blazed in his eyes and for a second I thought he was going to take me there and then. But he pushed himself away and straightened to his full height. Then he began to get rid of his clothing, watching me all the while, stripping his T-shirt off and dropping it to the floor, his hand dropping to the buttons of his jeans.

      I couldn’t drag my gaze from him, running over the wide, powerful planes of his bare chest, the hard, cut muscle of his abs, the flex and release of his biceps as he undid his jeans.

      He was a beautiful man and I couldn’t stop looking as he took his time undoing his fly, teasing me as I’d teased him.

      ‘This is payback, right?’ I asked thickly as he shoved his jeans down and off.

      ‘It might be.’ He straightened, naked now and totally magnificent, the whole cabin full of his fierce hunger and electrical presence.

      My mouth dried as I looked down his brutally powerful body to where his cock stood out, hard and huge, curving up to his corrugated stomach. I pushed myself up, my hands itching to touch him, but he must have known what I wanted because he gave one firm shake of his head. ‘Just lie there, pretty thing. No touching me quite yet, not if you want my cock.’ He bent to get his wallet out of his jeans, extracting a condom before tossing everything back down on the floor. Then he ripped open the packet with his teeth and rolled down the latex with a couple of powerful, efficient movements, before coming over to where I lay on the couch.

      I was panting now, the ache between my thighs building once more, desperate to touch him, to feel him against me. I spread my legs as he got onto the couch, reaching up to him as he positioned himself over me, my hands sliding over the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders.

      God, he was amazing. All that strength leashed and contained for me. All of that pleasure for me, too.

      I didn’t know why I was important enough that my experience with Mark mattered to him, but I wasn’t going to question it, not now. The fact that it did matter was enough.

      That what I wanted mattered enough. Because it had been a long time since that had happened, too.

      I couldn’t read the look in his eyes as he slid his hands beneath my butt and lifted me, fitting the blunt head of his cock into my body. But something in it burned. He was so intense, almost too much to look at directly.

      But I watched him as I felt him push inside me, thick, hot and hard, feeling my own flesh part before his, straining to accommodate him. I shuddered, gasping, digging my nails into the hard muscle of his shoulders.

      He didn’t look away from me, not once, sinking deep and making me shudder and groan because he was big. But I’d taken him before and I took him now, tilting my hips so he could go deeper, wrapping my legs around his lean waist and arching up. My nipples scraped deliciously over his hard chest, the prickle of hair an added delight.

      ‘God,’ I whispered, looking up into his eyes. ‘You feel amazing...’

      The ferocity in his expression stole my breath. He didn’t answer, only leaned down and covered my mouth with his, kissing me hard, an edge of desperation in it that I didn’t quite understand.

      I could taste myself on his lips, but I didn’t care. It was like spice added to an already hot dish, building the heat even higher, and I kissed him back, hungry as he was.

      He nipped on my bottom lip as he moved, lifting his hands to the arm of the couch behind my head and gripping it, then using it as leverage as he thrust hard, then harder still. Deep then deeper.

      I could barely think now, the pleasure getting larger and larger inside me, the pressure of it becoming more and more intense.

       Too much.

      Dimly in some part of my brain I heard the warning. But I was too far gone to listen to it. The ecstasy of having him inside me, the furious pace he was setting too irresistible. I didn’t want to stop it.

      I didn’t want it to end.

      The heat of him was all around me, inside me. The heady musky scent of male arousal and clean sweat was an aphrodisiac that I’d never dreamt would turn me on as much as it was doing. And it was.

      I slid my hands down his powerful back, feeling his hard body surge into me, digging my nails into his skin, holding on tight as he drove us both to the edge.

       This is going to make you cry again.

      I shut my eyes, kissing him hungrily, trying to lose myself in the taste of him and the feel of his cock thrusting into me, trying to lose myself in the pleasure and not think about the ache in my chest that was building as much as the pleasure was.

      An ache I didn’t understand.

       Just sex, huh?

      I shoved the thought from my mind. ‘Harder,’ I whispered against his mouth. ‘Fuck me harder, Mr Evans.’

      He made another of those low, sexy rumbling sounds, his rhythm intensifying until the cabin was full of the sounds of his flesh hitting mine, my gasps of pleasure and his own rough groans as we came closer and closer to the edge.

      I dug my heels into the taut