Page 160 of Dare To Break

Kellan drops to his knees behind her and runs his hands down her arms, then reaches around to cup her breasts. She hisses, her back arching when his fingers find and tweak her nipples.

“Your only focus tonight is to make me come, Kitten. When I come, you can come.” I wonder if she’ll connect what we’re doing with the words in her diary. She described, in vivid detail, how she dreamed of being on her knees, sucking someone’s dick while another person played with her body. She talked about how dirty it made her feel and questioned if there was something wrong with her for waking up wet and wanting afterward.

I stroke my dick against her lips. “Open wide, Kitten. Your mouth is going to be full, so you won’t be able to speak. If you need me to stop, tap my thigh three times. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.” Her fingers tap against my thigh lightly. “Good girl.” I tighten my grip on her hair, pull her head back, and thrust into her mouth.

Her tongue laps at my length as I slide in and out of her mouth. Her entire body is trembling as Kellan’s hands roam over her, stroking and pinching her breasts, dipping down to slip between her thighs and find her clit.

I wish I could see her eyes, hold her gaze while I fuck her mouth. I want to see if the blue deepens to a darker color with her arousal. Are they watering? Is her mascara smeared across her face?

She whimpers around my dick, and I slow my thrusts only for her to dig her nails into my thigh in protest.

“Greedy Kitten.” My laugh is ragged, my control unraveling and my thrusts become jerky as my orgasm hits. “Swallow me down.” My demand is raspy, delivered seconds before I come.

She clings to me, and I can feel her throat undulating as she swallows everything I give her. My breathing is harsh as I suck in lungful’s of air and my hand is shaking when I stroke the top of her head.

“Good girl. Now it’s your turn.”

I ease my still-hard dick free from her mouth and push her backward. She falls against Kellan, who lowers her to the ground. I don’t even give her a chance to get comfortable before I’m between her legs, my tongue on her clit. She’s wet, soaked, on the edge from Kellan’s teasing, and it doesn’t take more than a few licks before she’s arching her back, and sobbing my name.

Kellan slips away, just as silently as he arrived, when her orgasm hits, leaving us both alone. I know where he’s going. He’ll be meeting Miles again. It’s become a challenge for him to get Arabella’s boyfriend to admit he’s gay. So far, he insists he isn’t and that what he keeps doing with Kellan is not normal for him. Kellan’s not convinced. Nor am I. But while my friend keeps the swim captain occupied, it means I can keep Arabella’s attention on me.

Kneeling up, I reach out a hand and switch off the flashlight, sending the tomb into darkness, and then stretch out beside Arabella. My fingers trace a light pattern over her skin, and she shivers.

“Take off your blindfold,” I whisper. She can’t see me now, and I want to touch her face.

I stroke a circle around her nipple, feeling it tighten under my touch, while she moves to lift her arms and pull the blindfold off.

I cup her face, turning it toward me so I can lower my head and kiss along her jaw. My tongue flicks out, following the curve of her ear, and I suck the lobe into my mouth.

Her sigh is soft and warm against my cheek.

I want to ask how she feels, whether she enjoyed having my dick in her mouth while Kellan played with her tits. I want to know if it matched the expectations she had in her diary. I want to know if she still feels dirty.

But I stay silent, losing myself in the warmth of her body and the taste of her skin on my tongue, and tell myself none of it matters. She’s still Arabella Gray and I’m the stepbrother she hates.

Her breathing slows, deepens, and her body turns sideways and cuddles into me.

“It’s cold,” she mumbles, her voice on the edge of sleep, and I frown.

Usually, we’ve gone our separate ways minutes after making her come.

Why the fuck are we cuddling? And I haven’t even considered the temperature in the tomb. I’m fully clothed. She’s naked. I push up on one elbow, and reach for her blindfold, settling it back into place.

“Time to go, Kitten.” I pull my hood up, just in case, and push the button on the flashlight. “Get dressed. Wait five minutes, then get back to your room.”

I grab my cell and leave the tomb before she can reply and crouch down behind one of the gravestones and wait for her to leave. Once she slips out and dashes across the cemetery, I lock up the tomb and make my own way back to the dorm building.

Kellan is already in our room when I get there.

“I’ve edited the videos and sent them to you,” he says.

I nod, drop the videos into the cloud, and send Arabella a text to let them know they’re there, along with her next dare.

Me: I saw how Mr. Drake looked at you today. He’s imagining what your tits look like. Poor guy. Give him something to work with. Flash him during class tomorrow.

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