Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated?
Logan Reed, a successful business owner, can't believe that he's attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol pink bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she's more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.
The next morning Quinn's conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover.
Tyson White, ex-pro football player, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming...
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme & content, male/male sexual practices, ménage (m/m/f).
Enjoy the following EXPLICIT scene from DOUBLE DARE, my best-selling interracial menage available from Loose Id in ebook here and also at Amazon in paperback here and for your Kindle here.
He crossed the room to snag her plate. “Good, because you’re not drunk anymore.”
After tossing her plate into the sink, he came to stand behind her chair.
Quinn’s heart skipped a beat before it resumed thumping furiously. Her breathing shallowed and her lips parted slightly.
“Your hair looks much better down.” His warm, deep voice sent a shiver down her spine. She refused to turn to face him. She was enjoying not knowing what he was doing, what he was looking at, how close he was, what he was going to do next.
She barely got out, “So does yours.”
His fingers curled over her shoulders, worked their way up into her hair, massaging against her scalp.
His hands flexed into fists, pulling her hair tight and he yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her neck was stretched over the back of the chair and she looked up into his serious eyes and was afraid.
No. She wasn’t afraid. She should be, but she wasn’t. She was titillated.
One corner of his mouth lifted and he let out a low growl. “Who said you could go into my drawers and borrow my stuff?”
Quinn opened her mouth to answer. But she couldn’t form any words. She didn’t know what to do.
“Did you have permission?” He gave her hair a slight yank and she groaned.
It hurt. But it hurt good.
Her breathing came rapidly and she whispered, “No.”
Quinn wrapped her hands around his wrists but didn’t try to pull him away.
It would be pointless anyway. He had to be three times as strong as her.
“How dare you touch something which isn’t yours?”
“I don’t know --” Her answer was strained, her neck was getting sore in that position and the blood was rushing to her head.
“That’s right, you like dares.”
“Yes, you do.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the tautly pulled T-shirt, her nipples hard beneath the cotton.
“Do you dare me to make you pay?”
“Yes, punish you like this --” He buried his head into her neck, scraping his teeth along her strained throat, brushing his lips and tongue where his teeth had gone. His beard was too short to be soft; it was like sandpaper against her skin.
When his fingers loosened on her hair, she grabbed his biceps and pulled him toward her. Logan grabbed a handful of the T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, covering her face, exposing her breasts.
She had never been blindfolded before. Especially during sex, if that was what this was.
She sucked in a breath and the cotton filled her mouth, she pushed it back out with her tongue and made herself calm down enough to breathe through her nose. His scent was infused into the fabric and she imagined his cock nestled in the same spot of his boxer briefs as her pussy was now.
Her nipples were tight and painful and her pussy pulsated. Yet, he did nothing. She sat in his kitchen, with a T-shirt covering her head, which was bent back over the chair, and she did nothing.
She tried to quiet her breathing enough to hear something, anything. She couldn’t.
She should move, leave, not just wait like the mouse being ready to be pounced on by the cat –
Something brushed her nipples. The pads of his fingers circled the hard points. The touch was light. Feathery.
She moaned and arched her back, needing him to do…
It was a rush, not seeing but just feeling. Not knowing what to expect.
He rolled both of her nipples between his thumb and forefingers gently.
Quinn twitched in the chair and she dug her fingers into his arms. He rolled harder and harder until he was twisting the hard nubs and tugging on her nipples.
Quinn cursed at him and grit her teeth, she ground her pussy into the hard seat of the chair, wanting relief but not, all the same. She wanted this to last.
She wanted more of this, more of him –
“More.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice.
One hand released her breast and slid along her belly to dip down into the loose boxer briefs. Logan’s fingers played along her damp pubic hair, close but not touching where she needed him.
Still blinded, she felt along his arms, to his chest and brushed her palms over his nipples. His were just as hard as hers. She smiled into the darkness of the shirt.
Punishment, her ass.
She tweaked both of his nipples and flicked the nipple ring with a finger and she felt him shift.
His finger found her hot button and she forgot everything she had been doing.
Her clit was hard and wet, peeking out of its hood. He circled it with his thumb while parting her lips with his index and middle fingers. Her hips surged forward. She wanted him in her. She didn’t care what part of him, anything… fingers, tongue, cock. She was very empty and was desperate to be filled.
His fingers played along her labia and continued to tease her clit, keeping a rhythm which made her rock her hips in time.
“Fuck!” exploded from between her clenched teeth.
His fingers found the small stretch of skin between her pussy and her anus and he stroked it with slick fingers. He stroked back and forth, back and forth, occasionally touching her anus, making it clench, then back again to the edge of her pussy. Her pussy opened for him, wanting him, needing him.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“Not when you want. When I want.”
His thumb dipped into her pussy slightly, her hips jerked forward to meet it.
“Patience,” he murmured. She was shocked to find the heat of his breath right above her mouth. His lips brushed hers through the fabric. She’d never felt a kiss like this before. It was like kissing through a veil.
The shirt prevented her from touching her tongue to his, from tasting him. His lips moved over hers, the cotton dampening from the contact.
He pulled away and Quinn felt a sudden sense of loss. She wanted to taste him without the barrier; she wanted to explore his lips, his tongue.
He had other ideas for his mouth. He leaned over her to cup her left breast; he raised it until she felt the suction of his hot mouth on her nipple. His tongue flicked against the hard tip, making her cry out.
She arched her back more, raising her chest to him. He sucked and pinched and nipped her breast.
Words were coming out of Quinn’s mouth; she had no idea what she was saying. She didn’t even care. All she cared about was he not stop.
Logan slipped two fingers inside her at the same moment he bit down on her nipple. Quinn cried out and blindly reached out to him, making contact with his rib cage. She dug her nails into his skin as he plunged a third finger into her as far as they would go. Her nails raked against him and she felt him shudder.
Her hips lifted off of the chair, thrusting against his fingers; she was so wet and slick they met no resistance.
Unexpectedly, he was gone.
He had stepped back out of her reach and Quinn whimpered.
Before she could protest, he lifted her out of the chair and pushed it out of the way. Logan nudged her forward until the heavy wood table was jammed against her hips. With a hand on her back, he pushed her over. In one yank, his borrowed boxer briefs were pooled around her ankles and cool air tickled her heated skin. He grabbed the back of the T-shirt and slipped it over her head so it was now around the front of her neck like a collar, her arms still snared in the sleeves. Her head was free now but because he was pinning her down with one hand her sight was still limited. And she wanted to see him…
She wanted to see all of him.
As he was seeing all of her.
The rasp of his zipper was mixed with the sounds of their accelerated breathing. The swoosh of his denim against his skin, as he stripped out of his jeans, made her start to shake.
Hard thighs, wiry hair, pressed against the back of her thighs. She tried to push back against him, but he pushed down on her harder.
His palm skimmed down her spine and over one ass check, then the other.
“Don’t move from that position,” he warned. “Not even an inch.”
Or what, she wanted to know. What would he do? What could he do to her
that was already more exhilarating than what he was doing to her now? The thought tempted her to move, but she wouldn’t risk it. Not yet. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know his limits, what he was capable of.
And that made her cunt clench tight.
“Do you know what happens to bad little girls who borrow without asking?”
Oh, wait. That’s right. She was still being punished. Somehow she had forgotten.
“They get punished,” Quinn answered, not bothering to disguise the pleasure in her voice.
Then he smacked her ass check with his open hand, making her jerk forward in surprise. “That’s right.”
“Ow!” She was not expecting to be spanked. And it stung, to boot.
Logan smoothed his palm over the stinging cheek to soothe it.
“Not only did you borrow my stuff without permission, my shit’s going to need washed. You got the crotch all wet.”
He smacked the other cheek and, again, she jerked forward from the shock of it.
“Jesus Christ!” She wanted him to stop. No! No, she didn’t. Oh, my god, what was wrong with her?
“No complaining or it’ll just extend your punishment.”
Quinn felt the sweep of his long hair against her rear before his tongue smoothed along her smarting cheek. He licked her again and again, long slow strokes, until both cheeks were damp.
He smacked her once more and it stung worse because her skin was wet, but the sensation was more intense to Quinn. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she’d be spanked by an adult as an adult. But she realized now what she had been missing. It was naughty and exciting and every time his palm made contact with her ass, a shot of lightning went right through her, making her nipples harder and making her inner muscles contract.
“Your ass is so red. It’s so pretty like that. So fuckable.”
“Then fuck me… please.”
She waited to be berated for speaking out. But he said nothing. Instead, he slid his cock over her burning cheeks and between them.
This was the first time since the beginning she felt fear. He was large.
Not as large as some of the men in the pornos she had seen in college. But larger than her ex.
She couldn’t see him since she was still pinned on her stomach, her arms bound in the T-shirt behind her back, but he felt as hard as steel, thick and long. He would never fit.
His balls hung heavy, rubbing against her slit. He squeezed her ass cheeks together and slid his cock between them, thrusting against her.
Quinn raised her hips and pushed her ass towards him, encouraging him to take the next step.
Logan leaned over her, grinding his hips into her ass harder while he licked along her lower spine, avoiding her bound arms. He nipped a shoulder blade. Her hands were free enough that, when she stretched her fingers out, she made contact with the head of his cock. It was slick and smooth and very, very hot.
She tried to wrap her fingers around him, but Logan pulled away.
“Don’t move,” he warned her again.
She didn’t. She didn’t want to miss this for anything.
At least she thought so until she heard the slide of a drawer. What was he getting? My God, what was he going to do with a kitchen utensil?
Quinn relaxed when she heard the ripping of a foil packet and the fleeting question of why he would have condoms in his kitchen left her when the tip of his cock was pressing against her entrance.
He rubbed the bulbous head back and forth, over her clit, up to her anus, making her wetter, slicker, more desperate for him to be inside her.
She was ready to scream in frustration when she felt him pushing her thighs wider with his own, nudging his cock between her lips, grasping her ass cheeks with his large hands, spreading her wide.
“Are you ready for me?”
Quinn had her forehead pressed against the table top, and she rocked it back and forth in a nod.
His fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks. “I can’t hear you.”
She let out a shuddered breath. “Yes.”
“Yes?” The crown of his cock bumped against her pussy, not quite entering her. But so close…
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Dare me to fuck you.”
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. He slid his cock in only an inch. His head was wide and it stretched her. He was barely in her and she felt her orgasm already starting to build.
She tried to push back against him, to drive him home deep within her, but he restrained her hips in his grasp.
A shiver ran down her spine when he barked, “Do it!”
She clenched her fingers into fists and let out a long groan.
“I dare you to fuck me.”
She let out a long, low wail before screaming, “I dare you to fuck me!”
Quinn gasped as he drove his cock deep with a sharp tilt of his hips, deep enough to bump against her cervix. Her inner muscles clenched around him, not wanting to let him go when he pulled out. But before he pulled out completely he plunged into her again.
“Shit, you’re too tight. Relax.” His voice sounded strained but she couldn’t answer him.
She was tight, to the point of uncomfortable but he stretched her out more with every thrust of his hips. He released deep, soft grunts with each thrust.
“Your pussy is so hot.”
He smacked her ass cheek again, making Quinn cry out in surprise and jerk back against him harder. She wanted, she needed to grab on to something, but she couldn’t, her arms were still bound in the T-shirt, helpless. Her fingers wiggled, trying for something, anything to take a hold of.
“You’re so tight.”
Logan released her hips and leaned forward, pinning her fingers under his lower belly and he changed the angle of his hips, thrusting down. His cock brushed against her magic spot, making her knees buckle. She no longer held her own weight on the balls of her feet. He held her in place, held her where he wanted her. Took her at his own rhythm.
Her pinned fingers felt each bunch of his stomach muscles as he conquered her. Took her for his own.
She had never felt so completely under someone else’s control in her life.
Never. And she loved it.
Quinn realized she had been moaning the same two words over and over in rhythm with each surge of his cock deep within her.
He leaned his chest into her back, putting more of his weight on her, pinning her arms between them even more. He freed up one hand and slipped it between her and the table, pressing his fingers against her clit, making small, quick movements in contrast to his hips.
His other hand grasped her loose hair and he sunk his teeth into her shoulder as he ground against her, making small, quick thrusts, staying as deep as he could.
“Come with me.”
Quinn screamed as the spasms overtook her, rocking her whole body from the inside out. Her muscles gripped and released his cock in the hardest orgasm she had ever had. She didn’t even know it was possible for it to be this intense.
Logan cursed and she could feel his cock pulsating inside her, his hips moving uncontrollably as he came as hard as she did.
He stilled while she had some after-tremors. She felt weak and boneless.
Her muscles were loose and she didn’t know if she could even stand by herself.
But that could wait. She was still full of Logan; he was deep inside her yet and she wanted to take pleasure in the moment.
She had just had the best sex in her life and it was all because of a stupid dare.
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