Page 24 of Dare To Take

Eli’s free hand snakes up to cup my backside. “What are you up to, Hellcat?”

I smile at the nickname, liking it more than Princess. It makes me sound like something sinful and naughty.

“Getting more comfortable.” I rock myself experimentally against him, and moan at the friction of his jeans against the scrap of lace I’m wearing. “I want to feel good.”

And do bad things to you.

He swears under his breath and pushes up against me. “And only my dick will do, huh?”

I try to keep a straight face, but a giggle escapes me. “Your dick is the only one around.”

“I think you like being on top of me.”

“Maybe I like having you beneath me.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, I do.”

I grind against him, rolling my hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. The hard ridge of Eli’s cock swells beneath his zipper, and my whole focus centers on rubbing myself against it.

The hand on my ass dips beneath the skirt, and he groans. “A thong?”

I grin at the tortured sound of his voice. “I bought a ton of them. All different colors.”

He props the joint between his lips, lifts his other hand and slides it under my top. His fingers hook over the cup of my bra and tug it down. He pinches my nipple.

My pussy clenches in response, and I suck in an unsteady breath. I rock against him harder, to chase the building pleasure.

I’m so wet, but I don’t care. The joint we’ve shared has taken away any embarrassment about the way I’m soaking the front of his jeans. My pace and pressure increases as I push harder and harder into him.

Eli grunts with my movements. He toys with my nipple, and his hand on my ass encourages my movements. Back and forth, I go over his cock beneath the denim.

My climax hits, and I stiffen. Eyes closed, I cry out while my orgasm courses through me.

Eli sits up, his lips finding mine, the joint gone. I sigh into his mouth, as heat washes through me. He devours me with his mouth, swallowing my moans.

He’s still moving beneath me, and when he reaches for the button of his jeans, I grab his wrists.

I pull my lips from his and pout. “I’m hungry.”

He blinks. “Hungry?”

I bend my head to his throat, and push the soft cotton of his hoodie away, so I can latch onto his neck and suck at him. “Uh-huh.”

His hands find my hips. “Let’s finish what you started, then I’ll feed you.”

I flick his earlobe with my tongue. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Not in the mood?” he repeats.

“Nope, and if you don’t have a condom, it’s never going to happen. Not after last time.”

Eli stills at my words.

I sit back on his lap, and gently drag my nails over his cheek. “No protection. No pussy.”

Rolling off him, I land on the rocks beside him and stare up at the sky, giggling. The sound of my laughter is slightly hysterical.

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