Page 16 of Double Trouble
“I vote we play truth or dare?” I said as Owen returned with a bottle of wine and got in beside Cin.
“Who said anything about games?” Owen said.
“Cin secretly wants to,” I said, stealing a look at her.
She pressed her lips together but couldn’t quite hide her smile. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. You should go first. Truth or dare.”
“Truth… no, dare.”
“I dare you to kiss me,” Owen said quickly, just as I was trying to think of what to dare her.
Next thing I knew, her lips were pressed against his. I tried looking away, but I couldn’t. Different emotions went through me: rage, despair, relief. Relief that, although it didn’t feel great, seeing the girl I liked kiss my brother wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.
“Sorry,” Cin said, wiping her mouth off after. “We shouldn’t have…”
“Don’t apologize,” I said.
The whole thing had given me an idea. I waited patiently as Owen and Penelope had their turns, both picking dare. Owen had to do a strip-tease, wiggling his bare butt in front of us while we laughed, while Penelope had to run five laps.
After the second, she admitted, “Ok Cin, so you were right. Just please, let me stop.”
Then, it was my turn.
“I dare me to carry Cin to my bedroom,” I said.
“That’s not how it works,” Owen argued.
“Who said I was playing by the rules?” I said as I scooped Cin up.
“Jake!” she protested as I hoisted her up.
“Careful now,” I said evilly. “Wouldn’t want to drop you.”
Half-laughing, half-protesting, she let herself be carried all the way upstairs, until we were in my room on my bed. Mission accomplished. There was just one problem – what were we supposed to do now?
“So,” I said.
“So,” she said. “You did it.”
“I did,” I admitted.
“Now what?” she asked. In the dark, the way her eyes were glinting made me think she could read my mind and was thinking what I was thinking. But suddenly, stupidly, I was scared. tI didn’t want to push too far too fast or make her uncomfortable. I didn’t want her to run and not com back.
But I knew if I didn’t at least try, I’d never know. “Tell me if this gets to be too much,” I said as my lips swept to hers.
Another kiss, and we paused. All of me was tensed, my body fighting against its own attraction, against what it ached to do.
Her chest was trembling, and I put my hand to her heart. Through her skin I could feel the pattering of her heartbeat. My gaze caught hers.
That’s when I knew. This was too much – and yet exactly what she wanted.
My next kiss held no hesitation. It was pure adrenaline acting out of itself. Our tongues twined, and my hands delighted in her skin’s softness and yield. My hands dipped under her bra and upped her breasts. Fucking yes. They were round and full, her nipples perfect nubs that I thumbed.
As I fed on her neck, her moans spilled over her shoulder as she felt at my bare chest.
She seemed to have an actual appreciation of the muscles that lined my torso. Like she knew the hard work and the suffering involved in developing each one. It was ridiculous, but as her hands skimmed my limbs, it felt as though they were learning everything I’d ever been through.
While she, on the other hand, only became more mysterious with my caresses. The more I touched her, the more I wanted to touch her. I felt like she was just under the surface, yet still holding herself away from me just a bit.
I didn’t want Cin just groaning my name, I wanted her screaming it.
I lowered my face to her breasts and nuzzled in the space between. Surrounded by fullness on all sides, I kissed and licked and sucked my way to one breast and then the other. I lapped at her nipples, teasing them into hard buds. Below, my cock was straining against my bathing suit, pressing into her leg. Her pelvis was grinding up against me.
Everything was an onward flow that couldn’t be stopped. Body to body, want to want. My hands tangled into her hair, her nails dug into my back.
My tongue thrust into her mouth a foreshadowing of what was to come, and she groaned kisses back down my throat.
“Oh Jake,” she moaned.
“That’s it, baby.”
My stroking fingertips were light, then hard. All the while travelling along her left shoulder blade, upper arm, lower arm, over to her chest. Squeezing her delicious breast, swooping down, stroking down. She was bucking up now, knowing what was coming.
. When my hand reached her bathing suit bottom, it slipped under seamlessly. The soft carpet of her landing strip guided me down.
Suddenly, her hand slammed onto mine, stopping me.
“Cin?” I asked.
She slapped my hand. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop for a second.”
