Page 49 of Smudged Lines (Tattooed Hearts Duet 2)

“Dare.”

Slade never took his eyes off me as he spoke, waiting for the dare. “Slade, I dareyouto striptease.”

He blinked, not expecting it before he looked up at Simon. “You’re serious?”

“Yup.” He nodded, grinning, then winking at me.

“Oh, I’m so ready for this dare! You going to chicken out?”

“Nope.”

He stood up, the music was still playing, and he started to drop his hips dancing way better than he had the other night. Apparently, he couldn’t line dance, but Magic Mike, he had that down pat. Fanning myself, my breath caught when he started to drop his jeans, and I realized he went commando.

“Holy guacamole!”

Smirking, he pushed them down, his cock springing free. I licked my lips at the beautiful thing, and I heard Simon moan in agreement. Lifting my eyes, I locked them with Simon’s, and wowzer, I’d just been sold on the two guy hotness factor as I watched him rub his hard-on through his pants, his eyes heavy with arousal. Slade sat down, leaning back against the couch in all his naked ink glory. He stretched his legs back out, and his thingy waved at me like it wanted me to come play. He crossed his arms behind his head, showing even more of his inked body.

“Mother trucker, you’re too hot for your own good.” I wasn’t confident the drool wasn’t running down my face, as my eyes roamed his skin. “Like, how?” I waved my hands in the space, attempting to understand howthatcould exist. Slade stayed quiet, wearing his smug smile proudly as he watched me lose myself over him.

“Um, who’s turn is it?” My brain had short-circuited, and if I had to keep staring at him on display like that, I wouldn’t be able to keep my resolve. I knew I was kidding myself at this point, but my stubborn pride was holding on until the last minute.

“Truth or dare, Peach?”

Swallowing, I glanced between the two of them, both had hungry looks on their faces. Their taunts of daring me to do sexual things swirled in my head, and I knew this was it. I could choose truth and put an end to the sexual tension building in the room, or… I could take the plunge and erase the last step that was keeping me in the safe zone. Everything built inside of me, coming to a crescendo, and I felt the courage I needed to stop living in fear surge up. I wanted to take ownership of my choices, and quit being cursed.

Landing on Slade, his smile had dropped a little, worried he’d pushed me too far. The words in his letters, the ones he’d been sending me all day, branded on my heart, and I stepped into the truth, no longer wanting to hide in the shadows. Holding his eyes, I gave him the answer he wanted.

“Dare.”

He gulped, his smile lifting, and I realized his body relaxed at my acceptance. Slade held eyes with me, not blinking either as he gave me a match, seeing if I would strike it.

“I dare you to spread your legs, and touch yourself for Simon and me, show us how turned on you are.”

Gasping, I slowly opened my legs, the position I was in, the perfect view for them. I dropped one leg to the ground to give me better leverage. My hands smoothed over my thighs, and I held eyes with Slade, my Tatzilla, as I started to stroke myself. My breath caught at the first touch, and I knew I had to be soaking wet, glistening for them. Simon moved, grabbing my attention, and I realized he’d moved forward to get a better view.

Biting my lip, I started to swirl some of my juices around my finger and played with my clit first how I liked it. I watched them both, their intense gaze on me spurring on my arousal and comfortableness. Dipping one finger in, I watched as their breathing increased, Slade’s chest rising faster as his eyes zeroed in on my digit.

Moving faster, I pushed it in and out, my thumb rubbing on my nub as I did. After a few times, I slid in two fingers and dragged them out slowly so they could witness how wet I was. Their groans of approval had me feeling powerful, and I reached up with my free hand and massaged my breast, pinching my nipple. I found a rhythm quickly, no longer feeling shy about the act, and gave in to the pleasure coursing through me. They never took their eyes off me; Slade didn’t even move, outside his breathing. Simon rubbed his length through his jeans as he watched but made no other movement.

Slade’s cock bobbed with each breath, and I watched, transfixed by it. I suddenly knew how Sawyer in my book felt when she said she’d been dicknotized because I became mesmerized by how it bobbed back and forth. Nothing could’ve made me look away. Building up speed, I plunged my fingers in and out, my palm now rubbing against my clit, and I wasn’t far from my own orgasm. Knowing what I needed to topple over the edge, I pulled my fingers out and focused solely on my clit. Rubbing in circles, I pinched my nipple, a moan slipping out, and that was all it took as I increased speed.

Toes curling, I found myself clenching, wanting something thicker to squeeze around as my muscles trembled. My breath caught, and my back arched as I threw my head back, a long moan escaping me. When I opened my eyes, I found them watching me, enraptured still, and I licked my lips, loving how sexy it made me feel. Locking eyes with Simon, I gave him a wink.

“Simon, I dare you to do what you said earlier—“

“Fuck the game, Peach. If I’m not balls deep in you in the next ten seconds, I’m going to cum all over your tits instead.”

He surged up, grabbing me and lifting me to his waist. My legs wrapped around him naturally, and he stalked off to the bedroom. “Simon, get your ass in here,naked, now.”

Simon hopped up, and I saw the relief on his face. A moment of doubt had crossed it, and I reached out for him. His smile had me excited for what was to come, but I didn’t get to lock fingers with him because Slade had me on my back, his lips on mine in the next moment.

He pulled the shirt off, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head, and I felt him slam into me as he’d promised. Moaning, I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly as he breathed into mine, pumping into me in short quick bursts. I felt Simon move up next to us on the bed, smoothing my hair back as much as he could so he could see my face. Turning my head, I broke the kiss with Slade and pulled Simon down to me, kissing him with everything I had. Slade lifted up, pulling my hips closer to him as he started to roll his hips.

“Peach, feel like giving a ‘double’ a try?”

Breaking my kiss, I looked at him and Simon, and I knew I trusted them to take care of me. Nodding, I watched as his smile spread across his face. “I need your words, though, Peaches.”

His voice always sounded deeper when he called me that, and I found myself moaning as he continued to slowly thrust in and out. “Yes.”

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