Page 54 of Double Dared
“Want more of that?” Harrison asked, opening one eye and looking at my empty glass.
“No,” I said. “Let’s have more later.”
He lifted a corner of his lips that I could see from his side, and his gaze searched my face. “Still horny?”
“Apparently, I’m very obedient when you use the right tone,” I said. Even teasing about it made my cock stretch and swell. “You can have another one while you wait for me. Then I want you to…” My voice hitched in my throat, and then I leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips, savoring the burn of his mustache on mysmooth upper lip. When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes and found the courage to speak those words. “I want you to show meeverything.”
His gaze lingered on me, dazed and adoring. “Do you need tips?” he asked after a moment.
I clicked my tongue. “There’s nothing you can’t find on Reddit. I’m covered.” And with that, I left him on the sofa and went to the upstairs bathroom with a hammering heart and trembling fingers.
It wasn’t the fear that made my blood race through my veins. It was the unbearable excitement.
When I steppedout of the bathroom, the fire was already burning in the bedroom fireplace, but Harrison wasn’t there.
I stepped into the hallway and saw him in the office, sitting behind that gorgeous desk, shirt undone a little, eyes sharp, and hair perfect. He lifted his gaze to look at me standing at the door.
I wore my simpler clothes, the ones that were easy to take off.
“All good?” he asked.
I gave a decisive nod. The experience had been strangely sensual, though the posters online had described it accurately. The most difficult part had been controlling my sudden bursts of desire to just reach for my dick and release all this built-up tension inside of me.
But I refused to make it so easy. The mere thought of Harrison towering over me, fucking me slowly, was enough to make me resist any primal instinct that sparked within me.
“All I need now is you,” I said.
Harrison pushed the chair back and stood up, then crossed the floor of his office with swinging shoulders and swaying hips, elegant and dangerous and so very exciting. “And I am all yours.”
He reached me, put his hands on my hips, and I threw mine around his shoulder, kissing him deeply as he pinned me against the doorframe. His tongue reached into my mouth with all the sexy flavors of whiskey and whatever that uniquely Harrison scent was.
I melted into him, crawled under his skin, pulled him so close I couldn’t breathe. Who needed air, anyway? Who needed anything next to Harrison’s lips?
God, I was so fucking gay for him. The thought didn’t spook me at all. It was just who I was, apparently, and I wasn’t going to fight the force of nature that this thing between us was.
Harrison picked me up way too easily. Like a ballet dancer, I flew into the air, legs curling around his waist as he stepped into the hallway.
I kept kissing him, from above now, as he carried me safely to the bedroom. The strength in his arms and torso was ridiculous and humbling, but it also unlocked some erotic desire in me that I hadn’t yet discovered on my own.
As we neared the bed, my legs relaxed a little, and Harrison lowered me to the floor, holding on to the edge of my T-shirt. He lifted it slowly as I pulled my head back to look at him.
Harrison, gazing down at my body, eyes glimmering and teeth closing around his lip, never failed to make me that much hornier for him. He dragged my T-shirt all the way to my armpits, then lifted his eyebrows in a quiet direction, and I lifted my arms high for him, letting him undress me.
“You are so sexy, Taylor,” he said, looking at my stomach. He caressed me down the middle of my torso with the back of his finger, then looked into my eyes. “Tell me something you’re ashamed of.”
“What?” I laughed.
“Go on,” he said. “Something embarrassing.”
“That’s not very sexy,” I said.
I smiled kindly, as if to say, “How little you know, poor baby.” But instead, he said, “What’s sexier than knowing someone’s most private thoughts?”
I considered it, then gave in because his puppy eyes were too convincing. “You want embarrassing? Okay. At the bottom of my backpack, there’s a well-worn plastic -cup jockstrap from my training. I don’t even know why I packed it. It’s too embarrassing to wear, and it’s not even close to sexy the way actual jockstraps are.”
Harrison looked at me for a long time, then pressed his fingers against the middle of my chest to hold me firmly where I was as he stepped back. Hewent for the backpack in the corner where I’d dropped it, still looking into my eyes with that irresistible challenge on his face. He dug through my stuff and pulled out my jockstrap.
I shook my head. “I’m not wearing that,” I said. “I want to be naked with you.”
