His words make something hot and sweet bloom in my stomach, and I reach up to slide my fingers through his hair, clutching at his head as I kiss him back almost desperately.
Dare’s grip on my legs is still tight, and he uses it to hold me steady as he rocks his hips against mine, angling my body slightly to get me right where he wants me. His cock slides between my wet folds, pinned tightly between our bodies, and we both groan.
I shift my hips as he rocks forward again, trying to adjust our positions to take him inside me. The tease of feeling him so close to where I need him is making my whole body tense up with anticipation.
But instead of giving me what I want, Dare just chuckles, pulling me closer as he slides his cock through my slit. The smooth hardness of him presses against my clit every time he rubs our bodies together, and I whimper in frustration and need as heat shoots through me.
“Dare…”
It’s supposed to be a demand, but his cock hits my clit again as I speak, and the word ends up sounding more like a breathless plea.
He chuckles, breaking our kiss and resting his cheek against mine as he deliberately fucks me without really fucking me. The rough stubble at his jaw scrapes against my skin, and a whole new burst of sensation shoots through me.
“I want you to come like this. I want to feel you fall apart from my cock on your clit,” he murmurs roughly.
My jaw drops open slightly, air suspended in my lungs as I forget how to breathe for a moment.
I’m new to all of this. To sex. To this kind of intimacy.
And especially to dirty talk.
I don’t know why hearing him say those words is almost as good as the feel of his hard length rubbing against my clit. I don’t know why his rough voice saying things like that makes arousal pulse through my veins even more urgently.
But it does. I like it. I like it so, so much.
“I’m… I’m close,” I gasp. As dirty talk goes, it’s nowhere near as good as his. But I want him to keep talking, want him to keep murmuring filthy things into my ear in that gravelly voice.
“I know you are. I can feel it. You’re so fucking wet.” He groans softly as he grinds against me, sliding his cock through my slippery folds. He’s right. I’m so wet that I’m coating his shaft every time he moves against me. “Come for me, Sable. Let me feel you come, and then I’ll fill you up.”
I clutch at his hair, working my hips in tandem with his. I may be new to sex, but I know what feels good. And with these men who feel like they’re a part of me? My mates, who I can trust with everything I am? I never feel shy or awkward or embarrassed. I just feel treasured. Wanted. Safe.
So I don’t hold back. I don’t worry about whether I’m doing this “right.”
I just give Dare exactly what he asked for.
Closing my eyes, I lock my legs around his waist and roll my hips against his, chasing the incredible feelings surging through my veins. He lets out a choked grunt as he feels me grinding against his cock, and when the pleasure peaks inside me and I cry out, he bites down on my earlobe.
The fresh shock of sensation heightens every feeling rushing through me, and a ragged cry falls from my lips as I come hard, clinging to his hair so hard it’s a miracle I don’t yank half of it out.
If I’m hurting him, he doesn’t seem to care at all though. He thrusts against me in short, choppy strokes, riding out the waves of my orgasm until I’m panting and gasping. When the blinding pleasure finally recedes a little, I feel his cock pulse against me, and I realize how close he just came to finishing too.
The thought of that—of him losing control, not even managing to get inside me first, or his cum spattering my stomach—makes me whimper softly. Turning my head toward his, I find his lips and capture them in a deep kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth in a possessive, hungry gesture.
His fingers are digging into my thighs so deeply that I’m sure I’ll have bruises there as well as on my neck, but I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything right now except one thought.
I need more.
My core is throbbing with the aftershocks of my release, my heart beating harder as my body tries to recover. But every pulse of Dare’s thick cock against my skin is a promise of something. Of pleasure yet to come.
And I want it.
So fucking bad.
Breaking our kiss, Dare rests his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “Are you ready for me? You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper.
He growls in response, a ravenous noise that rumbles up from deep in his throat. “You want me to fuck you against this tree? Right here? Right now?”
“Yes.”
“Then put me inside you.”
My breath hitches a little again. Unwinding my fingers from his hair, I wrap one arm around his neck and reach down with the other. My hand slides between us, and I find the slick hardness of his cock. I wrap my fingers around it, sliding them up and down as I gaze into his eyes, which are so close to mine that they’re barely in focus.
“Fuck,” he mutters roughly, and I can’t help the satisfied grin that tugs at my lips. My earlier fantasy plays through my mind again, and I consider trying to make him come like this—he’s still close, I can feel it.
But when he comes, I want it to be inside me.
So I angle his
