Page 13 of Counter Bet

Ben leans back. He stares at me incredulously.

Steph’s mouth falls open before a peal of laughter bubbles up. “You’re out of your mind if you think—”

I cut her off with a pointed look. The veins in my wrists throb. “Not only that, but Emily is going to watch me fuck him and love every minute of it!”

The others burst out laughing. Everyone but Ben. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and he eyes me appreciatively. The cogs are turning in his head. He looks over at the house.

He’s bored with life too and loves a good challenge, hence why we make these outrageous bets.

“You want to make a bet?” he says, training his eyes on me. It’s impossible to miss the challenge in his voice.

“I do. You want to play?”

April groans. “Come on, another bet? Wasn’t the last one enough?”

Ben smirks, maneuvering my hands behind my back. His eyes drop to my parted lips and linger. “I want to play,” he whispers. “But I want to make a bet of my own too.”

I raise an eyebrow. My shoulders ache from being pushed up against him with my wrists restrained behind me. “What’s your counter bet?”

He presses a thigh to my core and darts his tongue out, toying with his lip barbell. “I’ll get her to agree to a threesome with us if you fuck her boyfriend and make her watch.”

My core throbs.

He smirks, shifting his thigh between my legs. The jerk is toying with me.

“You’re both fucking crazy,” Steph says, placing her hands on her hips. “Miss Perfect hasn’t got it in her to risk her reputation like that. Don’t get me started on Rick. No offense, Ben. You can’t be any more different to him.”

Ben shrugs, unperturbed. His dirty smirk is still intact. “You’re right. It’s why Emily won’t be able to resist choking on my dick. I’ll be the perfect escape from her boring little life. The rebellious golden girl can ride my dick, give the middle finger to her rich daddy and leave me used and spent when she’s done. I won’t complain. Besides”—he pulls me closer, sliding his thigh along my core—“I quite like Dallas’ twisted little mind.”

“Are you warming me up, big boy?” I goad, trying to break free. His strength only turns me on more.

“Is it working?” He glances at the parked cars and grins. “Ever been fucked on the hood of a $200,000 sports car?”

“Oh yeah,” I purr, ignoring the others laughing behind us. I trap his bottom lip between my teeth. “I fuck on expensive cars all of the time.”

He herds me over to Jamie’s car and forces my chest down on the spray-painted heart that April left behind on the hood. He pushes my leather skirt up around my waist and yanks my panties down. The warm evening air hits my bare skin as he massages my ass before dipping his fingers between my wet folds.

I press my forehead to the hood with a groan and whimper when he sinks his fingers inside of me.

“Anyone else wants to fuck on cars?” Josh asks behind me.

“Fuck off, Josh. Here, take this. You can carry the bag.”

Their footsteps retreat.

Ben rips a condom, sheats his cock, and leans over me. He plants his hand beside my head on the hood, tightening his grip on my wrists behind my back. “Do you know what I like about you, Dell?”

I’m panting now. His hard cock crowns my entrance. “You like many things about me, Ben. My snarky humor. Shitty attitude. My terrible cooking. Pick your poison.”

He chuckles. The deep sound vibrates in his chest as he grips my jaw and bends my head back. His lips hover over mine. “I like that you’re insatiable.” He slams his hips home and covers my mouth with his big hand.

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Students stare when we enter through the front door. I can’t blame them. We stand out like a sore thumb in this crowd of footballers and cheerleaders.

“Do you think they wouldn’t notice us if we came dressed in cheer uniforms?” Nina shouts over the music, earning a laugh from Ben.

“They’re not the brightest, so I wouldn’t put it past them.”

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