Page 67 of Ensnared

WhydidIagree to this stupid game again?Nervousnesscrowds me, andIlick my lips.Isit worse to tell him, or let him claim a dare?Heseems creative;I’mnot sureItrust him with a dare.

Decided,Iopen my mouth to tell him thatIwas fantasizing about him licking me... but the words won’t come.

Hecatches my panic, and his smile turns slow and lazy. “Allright, beautiful.”

Hisfree hand wraps around my free ankle and tugs, nearly sending me off balance.Bitingmy lip,Ilet him guide me, and he sets my right foot on the other side of him.Mybalance shifts until my body is curved over the top of his.

Tomy surprise,Irealize the position stabilizes me—but it meansIhave a foot placed on either side of his head, and my skirt now barely covers my ass.Hemust be getting a full view of my now-soaking lacy blue panties.Inthis spread position,Ifeel my swollen lips part.Mybreath strangles.

“Um, what—”Iclear my throat to try and rid the thick, raspy tone from my voice. “Whatis the dare?”

Hotlips brush the sensitive flesh behind my knee, nearly making it buckle.Hesmiles against my skin.

“Haven’tdecided yet,” he says, all smug amusement. “Maybeafter the game.”

Histongue rasps up my thigh, andIshudder, flinching away from the sumptuous contact.Goosebumpstighten my skin and wetness pools at my core, slicking me further.Iwant to clench my thighs together, sure he’ll be able to see my growing arousal, but it isn’t possible in my position.Hisspare hand lifts again and his fingertips skim up the back of my thigh.

“Lucky,I—That’s... cheating...”Thelast word comes out on a sigh.

Thehand flattens on my upper thigh, fingers brushing against my panties, just barely.Herubs slightly against the silk, and the wetness makes his hand slippery.Ican smell my own musky sweetness.

“Fuck, beautiful.Doyou have any idea how good you look?”Luckygroans.

Hesqueezes my thigh, then pinches my ass.Isqueak, and he laughs, though the sound is tortured.

“Touchingis not against the rules,” he informs me after a moment of shared unsteady breathing. “Thatwould be a stupid rule.”

Oh, really?Myeyes narrow, though he can no longer see my face.Sneakyblasted man.Mygaze returns to all the delicious golden skin under me and competitive giddiness bubbles up.

Iblame the monkey mix.

BeforeIcan stop myself,Imove my remaining hand to his stomach, lightly tracing the lines of his abs.Thesoft skin tightens at my touch andLuckyreleases his breath.Hard.Histhumb strokes the inner curve of my ass, baring me further to his gaze.

Trembling,Iroll my lips together and trace my fingers down hisV, right to the spot where it disappears into his pants.Ilove the textural feel of his skin, so different from my own, so different fromJaykob, even.Sosensitive, like he can feel every brush of my breath like static electricity.Ilove his little shivers.

“Nowwho’s playing dirty?”

Despitethe delight in his tone, there’s a hot edge to it that makes me want to moan.Apleased smile teases my lips at knowingI’maffecting him.

Hisfingers catch the edge of my panties, andIwhimper as he peels them to the side and cool air teases my heated flesh.Myfingers tease the tie at the front of his sweatpants, held tight by the strain of his erection.

Ishake my head slightly, trying to think.WhatamIdoing?Twomen in two days andI’vebeen turned into a puddle of lust by both of them.Ican’t help but be shocked by the sharp suddenness of my attraction toLucky.MaybeIshould—

Crack.

Hispalm comes down hard on the curve of my ass, andIgasp against the sting.It’schased by a low, throbbing ache that reminds meI’mstill a little bruised from last night.

“Stopthinking, sweetness.It’syour turn to ask a question.”Thenhis voice turns sly. “Ifyou can hold up that long.”

Hisfingers return to my panties, only this time he parts my wet folds with his long, clever fingers, sliding up and down but somehow missing my clit on each stroke.Myarm wobbles underneath me, andIarch into his hand, but every motion to bring him closer to whereIwant him has him pulling back teasingly.Afrustrated whimper escapes my throat.

Mymind is utterly blank of questions, andIknowIhave to end this soon ifIwant to win.Whydoes winning suddenly matter so much to me?I’venever won anything before.

Hisfingers circle tortuously around my clit again, not quite touching.

Bitingmy lip,Iyank at the ties on his pants, loosening them enough thatIcan pull them down slightly, exposing his hard length.Ican’t help my pleased gasp.Heisn’t as thick asJaykob, but he’s big enough thatIknowI’llhave trouble with him.Luckylets out a smug, happy sound that tugs a return smile back to my own lips.

Wrappingmy hand around the base of his cock,Igive it a tentative stroke, then another, more confident.Inreward, he finally slides that teasing finger against my clit.

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