Page 154 of A Little Complicated

“Fine,” I grunt. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she replies.

“On a scale of one to ten, how does it feel when I do this?” I hold her gaze, slowly moving down her lithe body until her center is an inch from my lips. Leaning closer, I cover the damp fabric with my mouth and blow all the hot air in my lungs against her slit.

“Ten,” she moans, tangling her fingers in my hair and tugging me closer.

I tease her clit through the scrap of cloth. Backing away, I mumble, “I believe it’s my turn.”

Her glare pulls a chuckle from me as I remind her, “Hey, this was your idea, not mine.”

She grumbles, “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” I say with agrin.

“I dare you to take my panties off without touching me.”

“Sounds like it’s torturing you more than me, but…” I slip her underwear off, my teeth digging into the inside of my cheek. She’s pink and wet and—

“I take it back,” I rasp. “Baby, let me touch you.”

My fingers dig into the inside of her thighs, but she slaps them away. “I choose dare.”

My eyes slice to hers. “I dare you to keep your hands at your sides.”

She fists the blanket in her hands but lifts her head, watching as I move closer to her center. Slowly, I spread her folds with my fingers and play with her entrance, barely dipping a finger through her heat and carefully circling her clit with the tip of it.

“Oh,” she moans.

“You like that, Lia?” I glance at her hands on either side of her hips. Her knuckles are white, and the blanket is bunched, barely covering the ground around us except where we’re lying.

“Tell me it’s your turn,” she begs.

“I choose dare,” I answer against her pussy.

“I dare you to make me come with your mouth.”

“And I dare you to keep quiet while I do.”

“Fuck,” she breathes out as I keep playing her with my fingers, her juices trickling down to her ass as her hips lift to meet me. “Okay, deal.”

“That’s my girl.”

Instead of bending down, I reach for the back of her thighs and lift her up, scooting closer until her back is off the ground and only her shoulder blades and head are on the blanket. Then, my mouth is on her. I keep her pussy pressed against me, thrusting my tongue into her dripping entrance and flicking it softly against her clit. She’s so sensitive. A whimper escapes her, and I pull away with a silent warning.

With wide eyes, she stares up at me and breathes out, “Fuck, you’re serious.”

“Dead serious. You stay quiet, and I’ll keep going. You make a sound, I stop.”

“But this is torture,” she whines.

“You’re the one who suggested we play,” I remind her dryly. “Now, be a good girl, and let me eat you out.”

With a glare, she shifts in my hold, throwing her legs over my shoulders, leaning her head back again, and covering her mouth with her hands. Part of me wants to call her out for moving her hands, but I keep it to myself, unable to hide my amusement.

I pull her closer, tonguing her entrance as she stares up at the sky, her back arching with every movement. It’s darker now. A lot darker. Stars have started making their appearance, but I don’t bother looking at them. I’m too entranced by the girl spread out beneath me. The flush of her skin. The tremors of her muscles whenever I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue. She’s beautiful. She’s always beautiful. She’ll alwaysbebeautiful.

Fuck, I’m gonna miss her when I go.

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