Page 110 of Stroked by (Stroked)
I’m on the verge of tipping over, ready to fall when my phone goes off, indicating one minute is up. Before I can finish, Reese scoots me off him and puts a little distance between us.
“What are you doing?” I ask, short of breath and a throbbing clit practically screaming at me to finish.
Between us, in his navy blue shorts, his cock stands at attention, and even in the dark night you can see our arousal. It’s sexy, it’s hot, it only spurs me on more.
“One minute, that’s all you got. Now what do you want, truth or dare?” he asks me, turning the tables in a way I didn’t expect.
I sit on the lounge, my pussy begging me to stick my fingers between my legs and finish what I started, but I don’t want to show him how desperate I am. So to please him, because I know he wants to be pleased, I say, “Dare.”
A grin spreads across his face and I get ready to finish what I started. I know he can’t hold out that long—his dick is screaming to be freed of his shorts.
“Good choice.” He winks. I scoot closer to him, ready to hop back up on his lap. “Paisley, baby . . .” he pauses for effect, “I dare you to howl like a wolf.”
I’m halfway moving to his lap when I stop myself and look up at him. “What?”
“You heard me, howl like a wolf.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m really not.” He presses his finger to my nose like it’s a button and then leans back in the lounge chair casually, fucking dick poking through his shorts. It’s quite the vision. “Howl, baby.”
Nostrils flared in annoyance, I sit back on the lounge and hate every second of this. But I know if I howl really quickly, I can dare him to let me finish, so sucking up my pride and self-respect, I tilt my head back and howl.
“Aaarrrrrooooooo!” Heat washes over me from embarrassment as Reese claps his hands together and laughs . . . erection still present. I really dislike him right now.
Poking him in the chest, I say, “Stop it. My turn.” He quiets down and I say, “I dare you—”
“Excuse me, I believe I get to pick truth or dare.”
“We both know you’re going to pick dare, Reese.”
“Incorrect, baby. I chose truth.” The smarmy look on his face is smack worthy right about now.
Huffing out my frustration, I say, “Fine, have you ever jacked off over visions of me?”
“Yes,” he says with heat in his eyes. “The day we saw each other at the beach, when I went to clean myself off, I jacked off so fucking hard because there was no way I would make it through lunch with you in that bikini if I didn’t.”
I’m breathless, stunned, electrically charged, so fucking horny for the man sitting in front of me that I can’t hold it back anymore. The words pop out of me before I can stop them. “Fuck me, Reese.”
Tsking at me, he says, “I don’t think we’re done with our game. Give me one more truth or dare, Paisley.”
So beyond done with this game, I say, “Dare and make it quick.”
He nods and looks around his backyard, contemplating what he wants me to do. Turning back to me, his eyes light up and he says, “Strip down and go skinny-dipping with me.”
I don’t need to say anything, he already knows my answer. Hell, anyone within a two-mile radius can probably feel my answer, from the horny and needy vibe vibrating off me.
Standing, I pull down my thong and toe it to the side. I turn toward the pool, glance over my shoulder at Reese—who’s perusing my body, his hand rubbing his jaw—and dive into the pool, letting the cold water hit me hard, cooling off some of the fire lighting up in my body.
Reese makes quick work of his shorts and stands at the edge of the pool, naked and in all his glory. His body reeks of power, every muscle in his body flexes as he gets ready to enter the pool. Diving in head first, I wait for him to rise to the surface, which he does by swimming to me underwater and surfacing in front of my face.
Not taking a second to let him catch his breath, I wrap my legs around his waist and connect our mouths, pulling on the back of his head so harshly that our teeth clash at first. I don’t care. I welcome the pain.
“Damn, baby. You’re going to knock a tooth out,” he says in between kisses.
“I don’t care. I need your cock, Reese.”
He chuckles and says, “You know you did this to yourself, right? You’re the one who decided on grinding on my dick.”
