Page 12 of Ignite: Tony's Story
“Dare.”
Mara looks back at Quinn. He nods, encouraging her, as he moves away from her body. My eyebrows raise, more than curious about where this is going. I find myself standing as she slips off the island, coming to stand in front of me.
Her face is beet red as she looks up at me, and then down at my shirt. I watch her swallow, following the movement of her throat. Her breaths are short, her chest rising in little pants. My head cocks, waiting for whatever it is she wants to say.
Quinn moves behind her, almost sandwiching her body between the two of us. His hand snakes around her hip, pushing her shirt up to rest on her stomach. He bends down so his mouth is close to her ear, but his eyes lock on mine as he speaks in a low, husky voice.
“Go ahead, Mouse. I dare you.”
Still looking at my shirt, her voice shakes as she stutters, “t-touch me.”
My first reaction is visceral. My jaw clamps and my cock tries to escape the confines of my jeans. I really wish I could pull it up into my waistband, but I’m worried it’ll seem crass.
Embarrassingly, because it should be my first reaction, my second reaction is worry. Does she actually want this or does she feel pressured by the game?
Pushing up on her chin, I bring her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes are such a dark blue I feel like I've fallen into the ocean. “Is that what you want, or is it just the game?” I hope she can see the sincerity in my eyes, because I am definitely fighting my baser nature here.
“I- I want it. Please touch me.”
Aaaannnnd I’m a goner.
Quinn takes Mara’s stool, sitting back and openly adjusting his erection. The confidence on this guy is honestly inspiring, even if he is a dipshit. I try to take a clue from him.
Bending down to press my lips against hers, I break away before either of us can deepen the kiss and get lost in it. Instead, I spin her around so her back is to me. Skimming my hand up her waist, I gently cup her breast over her shirt, using her body as a shield so I can pull my aching cock into my waistband without being too obvious.
Mara arches her body, pressing her breast more firmly into my hand. Her nipples are raised beneath the thin cotton of her black tank top. I run my thumbs over the material, lightly pinching the peaks as my other hand caresses over her hip.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Mara?” I ask, my fingers skimming the skin above her jeans. “Here?” I ask, pinching her nipple again. She moans and nods.
My hand travels under her shirt, lightly kneading her breast over her thin bra. She moves, her arms moving behind her body. For a moment I think she’s pushing me away, so I back off, but she reaches under the back of her shirt and unclasps her bra, pulling the straps over her arms and removing it entirely.
Emboldened, I return my hand under her shirt, suppressing a shiver as I palm her bare breast. My other hand joins in, kneading both breasts, rolling her nipples as I bend to trail kisses up the column of her neck.
With one hand still cupping her breast, I trail the other down the front of her body, bending slightly at the knees to caress up and down the inside of her thigh before cupping her.
“Here?” I ask, silently begging her to say yes because I’m dying to feel how wet she is. The apex of her thighs is warm and I can feel the dampness through her jeans.
Her hips buck slightly, pressing herself into my hand.
“Let me hear you, baby. Is this where you want me to touch you?” I press harder into her warm center, and nearly come undone when she whimpers, “yes”.
The tip of my cock is leaking so much that I can feel my own wetness drip down my stomach, and I’m honestly afraid I might embarrass myself. I watch Quinn’s eyes trace my movements as I trail my fingers up to the button of her jeans, opening the button and slowly pulling the zipper down.
Dipping my hand inside, I cup her through her panties and can’t suppress a moan at how completely soaked the material is. Running my fingers back and forth over the drenched cotton, I look up to find Quinn squeezing his hard erection through his thin athletic shorts. Remembering that I explicitly saw him not put underwear on yesterday on the beach, my mouth floods with saliva.I wonder if he is wearing any now.
“She’ssofucking wet for us.” His eyes nearly roll back.
Mara whimpers at my words, clenching her thighs as we watch Quinn pull his long erection out of his shorts, slowly stroking himself. Her panting picks up, my hand pushing beneath the fabric of her panties. My fingers roam, feeling the soft curls of her public hair, tracing up and down the outside of her lower lips, teasing and exploring until she groans in frustration. I want there to be no mistake about what she wants.
When I finally push my fingers into her hot, wet folds and feel just how slick she is, my knees almost buckle. I cover it up by dipping lower, pushing my middle finger inside her tight pussy and feeling her walls clench around it before smearing the wetness up to circle her clit. I barely press my fingers over it before she detonates, crying out as she comes.
Keeping pressure on her clit with my palm, I push my middle finger into her again, lazily pumping in and out as her pussy clamps down rhythmically. She’s so tight around just my one finger, I almost come thinking about what it would feel like to bury myself inside her.
Holding her up with one arm around her waist, I continue drawing her orgasm out of her until she’s limp and trembling. A sound distracts me and I look up to see that Quinn has been stroking himself while watching me finger Mara. The sight of cum erupting from the end of his long, smooth cock makes me swell, the strain against my jeans almost painful.
Mara trembles as aftershocks continue to squeeze my finger. I support her weight until she comes down, standing on her own. Only then do I finally pull my hand from her wet pussy.
I want desperately to lick her, to kiss her, to taste and fuck and consume her. My finger is drenched with her cum. In a daze, I swipe my wet finger over her lips, spreading the slick arousal before pushing three fingers into her mouth. Her eyes roll back a bit as her tongue swirls around and between my fingers.
