Page 32 of Enter if you Dare: Part One

“Done what before?” I ask, even though I think I may know what he means.

His jaw tightens. “Anything with a woman.”

“Then we’ll take it slow.”

He looks at me as if I’ve spoken in a different language, one he was not expecting to understand. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do. You can say no if you want me to stop. You can also change your mind at any time,” I assure him while holding his gaze.

“Okay,” he whispers.

I can feel Cave growing impatient behind us, and nearby Noa is quiet.

I lean up and press my mouth to his, softly, taking it slow. Letting him know we can take this at his pace. Cipher goes completely still.

“You can kiss me back,” I whisper against his lips.

“I know.”

“Then why aren’t you?” I ask, needing to know if this is too much.

“Because I’m trying not to pass out.”

Noa makes a small sound of relief from behind us. “Thank god I’m not the only one. The anticipation is killing me.”

“Quiet,” Cave growls.

“I just want to watch, that’s all,” Noa whines.

Cave moves, and I see him come up behind Noa and put his fingers to Noa’s mouth. He sucks on them, but when Cave removes them, Noa realizes what is about to happen and his eyes widen. “Oh shit, be careful, I’m an ass virgin,” he yelps.

I press my face to Cipher’s chest as I laugh.

His hands find my waist, and though there’s some uncertainty there, as I look up at him, he glances down at me and smiles. “I’m ready.”

I nod and lift myself up. “If you change your mind, please tell me.”

“I will.”

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I line myself up, and as I sink down, Cipher’s head falls back. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

I set a slow pace, rolling my hips in a gentle rhythm that makes his breath catch and his hands tighten on my waist. Our eyes stay locked. “Still okay?” I murmur.

“Yes,” he says, though it comes out uneven. “Very.”

I cup his face in my hands, and he exhales slowly.

From behind us, Noa makes a noise that doesn’t sound great. “Cave, whatever you are doing, Do. Not. Stop! I am begging you. Oh god, yes, exactly that. Fuck!”

Cipher closes his eyes.

“Ignore them, it’s just us,” I tell him.

“I’m trying,” he replies as he slides his hands from my waist to my hips. “You’re very . . .”

“Very what?”

His cheeks go a brighter shade of red. “Wet.”