Page 43 of Sinful Desires

“I’ll start,” he decided, pinning his gaze on me. My heart jumped into my throat instantaneously, and I was already having regrets. “I dare you to take your top off.” He smirked.

I narrowed my eyes and looked over at my friend for assistance. She just looked at me expectantly like she was waiting for me to go through with the dare or something. I peeled my shirt from my body, revealing my purple and black laced bra. My boobs weren’t nearly as big as Raven’s, but they were decent enough, so I wasn’t insecure or self-conscious of people seeing them.

Hunter’s gaze darkened as he took them in. The way he was looking at me ignited a fire deep in my core and I found myself yearning for him. But I would never fuck over a friend like that, regardless of how much alcohol I’d consumed.

“Your turn,” he said, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. My eyes tracked the movements, causing my insides to blaze like an inferno.

“I’m bad at this,” I admitted, tearing my gaze away from him.

“No limits.”

Clenching my thighs together, I released a shaky breath. “There’s not a lot to do,” I reminded him. We were in a room and there were only three of us. It wasn’t like we could leave campus.

“There is,” he said. “You just have to be willing.”

Willing?

Before I had time to think about what he meant by that, he was grabbing my hand again. My eyes widened as he placed it on the bulge in his joggers. My breath hitched with uncertainty and lust. My gaze snapped over to Raven who just gave me an encouraging nod. She didn’t seem phased by this at all, but something about this still felt wrong. Unfortunately, the part of me that wanted him was stronger than the part of me that wanted me to stop.

I tightened my grip around him and palmed his hard length through his pants. He was a decent size—that much was obvious. A low, breathy groan slipped from his lips, and at this point, I was pulsing with need. Images of the way he’d fucked Raven in the shower slithered to the forefront of my mind, and desperation took over.

Pulling my hand back with reluctance, it didn’t take me long to come up with an appropriate dare. “I dare you to take off your pants.” His eyes lit up and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He lifted his hips and shoved his pants down his legs before depositing them on the floor.

“If you guys are done eye-fucking each other, then I’d like to go,” Raven said in a joking tone. My forehead creased in confusion. What kind of relationship was this? Before I could dwell on it too much, she spoke again, turning to face Hunter. “I dare you to kiss Aspen.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. The inside of my body was hot, and not just because of the alcohol. When my gaze clashed with Hunter’s, I’d realized he was already starting to move toward me on the bed.

Without permission, my legs parted so that he’d be able to reach me with ease, and once he did, there was no hesitation. His lips came down on mine hard and punishing, and it was a struggle to keep up at first. He was devouring me like he needed me. My hands wound around his neck, and I tugged him tighter against me. He tasted like heaven and sin—a perfect, but deadly combination. His hand cupped my left breast and he started to knead it through the bra, sending spikes of euphoria coursing through me.

We were both breathless when he broke the kiss. Hunger swam within his eyes as he stared at me with a strong intensity.

Hunter turned to Raven. “I dare you to suck my dick while she watches.”

Is he trying to torture me?

I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, and if I didn’t get a release soon, I was bound to explode.

A grin stretched across Raven’s face as she made her way over to her boytoy. He leaned back, giving her the room she needed in order to complete the task. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his black boxers and helped him free himself. My eyes bulged as I took him in. He was bigger than I’d anticipated.

Raven wasted no time sucking him into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down as she found her rhythm. Hunter’s gaze slid to mine as he wound his hands through her hair and helped guide her. My thighs clenched for the millionth time today and I was about ready to fuck anything that wasn’t my hand. A sexy moan flew from his mouth, unravelling me. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Okay,” he said, pushing her back gently. She released him with a loud pop but didn’t move back to her original spot on the bed, instead, he looked at me again. “Your turn.”

“Me?” I blurted out, shaking my head despite everything in my body screaming at me to go for it. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” I trailed off, looking to my roommate for some assistance with this.

Raven rolled her eyes as if I was the one making strange demands. “There are girls at this school who would literally kill to have a chance with Hunter. You’d be a fool to pass this up.”

“I wouldn’t be,” I retorted stubbornly. “There is no guy in the world—”

“Cut the feminist bullshit and just suck his dick.”

I was normally a pretty bold person when it came to anything. But for some reason, being in this situation with Hunter and Raven made me feel…nervous. Maybe I was worried that when it was all said and done and the alcohol wore off, Raven would regret what we’ve done. Maybe I would. Right now, it felt like my brain was moving in slow motion and I couldn’t even keep up with that.

They both stared at me expectantly, making it that much more difficult to object. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to object. Blowing out a breath and clearing my mind, I moved toward him on the bed. His eyes glimmered with approval and want, solidifying my decision.

I reached out, gripping him in my hand before taking him into my mouth without so much as a warning. A hiss fluttered past his lips, and he leaned back to give me easier access. My tongue flicked around his crown, causing him to shudder, and it gave me a sense of control. To know that I could make this guy bend to my command. I started bobbing my head up and down, taking him into the back of my throat with each long stroke. Luckily, it wasn’t too girthy and fit just enough for me to deepthroat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, running his hands through my hair. The sounds he made were fucking sexy and I couldn’t get enough. The alcohol probably helped aid in that, but it was a worry for tomorrow.

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