Page 82 of Dare You to See Me
“Aah. I’m not.” She struggles to keep her voice down. “You're so thick, I can feel every vein. I love it so much. Please don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
I smirk and feel my dick throb. My body is ready but I won’t go before her. I stick my fingers into her mouth and she gets them nice and wet. Pulling them out, I rub furiously on her swollen clit until she cries out.
I grit my teeth, holding on for the moment I feel her body convulse before I come in her warm pussy. Her body goes from riding my dick to rigid and still. Then it finally happens.
Her legs begin to shake, goosebumps roll across her skin, and she gulps down air like she may never breathe it again. Once I know she’s completely drained, I let myself finally break and pour into her.
Soleil reaches back and jerks me closer, her nails digging into my bare ass and keeping us locked tightly.
I pull her to standing and turn her head over her shoulder to take her mouth in a kiss. My dick grows soft inside of her but I don’t want to leave the comfort of her hold. When I can no longer stay nestled, I slip out and tuck myself back into my jeans.
“I need to clean myself up, Malik.” She looks around the pantry for something she can use, and I spot some paper towels on the top shelf.
Reaching over her, I pluck them up and rip off a sheet. “These aren’t going to be very soothing. Want me to just suck you clean?”
She rips the towel from hand. “No. It would be embarrassing enough to have someone catch us with our pants down. But I’d be mortified if they walked in on you sucking on me. Plus, what if they could smell it…like, on your mouth, you know?”
I flick my tongue, swiping her lip. “I don’t give a fuck. Let them smell your sweet pussy on my lips. Maybe I should let them sniff my fingers. Mmm.”
I run my fingers under my nose and she smacks me, then shoves the used paper towels in my hand.
“You’re so gross. C’mon. Let’s get out of here before they start to get suspicious.”
I slide open the large door with frosted panels and see Kyle standing in the kitchen with the biggest goddamn smile.
And yes, we dragged her along with us. Soleil didn’t want her to feel left out of the mix, so she came along.
“You know that glass is see-through, don't you?” She huffs just as Soleil steps out behind me, eyes wide with embarrassment. “You’re lucky Dolly or one of the other kids didn’t come in. It looked like a fucking erotic puppet show.”
I step forward and high five her with a laugh. “Nice. I like that one.”
Soleil groans and presses her forehead to my back and grips onto my biceps.“I should’ve never let you two meet.”
I twist my arm and tuck her under my arm, kissing her head. Danté comes walking into the kitchen and he has a devious smile that makes me very nervous. That look never means anything good.
“Did you find Dahlia’s stuff?” He asks.
“No,” Soleil lies. “I must have left it at home.”
“Hmm. Did you try looking in your car? I can’t imagine that it was in the pantry? Especially the way you two were looking.”
“Oh my gosh, kill me.” Soleil buries her head into my side and grips tight to my shirt.
“I said the kids didn’t see you two but I never said anything about the other guests,” Kyle explains.
“Who do you think told her to come watch the show?” D flips his lip ring and I just know Soleil’s face is bright red.
“That’s it. I’m going to go lay in the street and hope a garbage truck runs over me.” Soleil pulls away from me and spins towards the entryway.
Kyle quickly follows behind. “Wait for me, Sunny. I need to make sure you look good when the news vans show up.”
“I hate you,” I hear Soleil yell before walking out the door.
Danté and I grab another beer from the fridge and make our way outside just as Dahlia screams. I drop my beer and run to where she stands by the fire. Dagen is kneeling holding her hand and A.J. clings to Dahlia’s arm.
“Are you okay, Dolly?” A.J. asks.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I scoop Dahlia in my arms before anyone can answer, touching her face and arms and legs, checking for cuts or bleeding.
