Who Dares, Wins

As I snuggle into the massive slab of warm muscle tight to my naked back, I squint into my dark bedroom. A sigh slips from my trembling lips; the door remains locked. From beyond it, thumping music, cackling and muffled voices still resound. It’s the millionth time I’d checked before again exhaling and pressing tighter into him.

At the murmur against my cheek and the gentle thrust of his hips, a hitching whimper escapes me. Just the slow slide of that gigantic knob so deep inside me, its steady thumps shaking my kidneys, causes my body to tense. And with the matching powerful heartbeat pummeling my spine, I press my lips against the soft, heated skin of his shoulder.

In a cloud of lager-tinged hot breath, it’s his turn to moan into my wispy hair. And at the tightening of his fist on my skinny cocklet, I almost cry out into the darkness. But a grin slides onto my face at his next groan when I tighten my core and let his huge, muscled arms squeeze my tiny frame into him. This is my happy place. Utter contentment engulfs me. He’s my protector. And I’m his joyful plaything.

Even as the gentle gliding of his enormous thumb over my aching bulb sends slivers of electricity through my entire body, I struggle to stay quiet. Although my squirming butt mashes into his unmoving pelvis, he also remains silent. But the brief tickle of his tongue against the rear of my neck tells me he’s awake.

“P—please let me come,” I whisper before placing another kiss on his arm.

“No.”

As his curt reply sends a loose strand of hair across my cheek, I hold in a giggle. This is our little game. Well, he’d started that one. I’d come only when he allowed it. So, of course, I’d have to wait a little longer. Beg a bit louder. Not that I mind. To be honest, not much has bothered me about him since our meeting that first night. He’d been the unknowing star player in my little game.

Although it had been way back when England won the World Cup, it’s as if it were yesterday. It wasn’t long after Stevie, my older brother, let his friends invade the house that the raucous cheering and loud music had become glass-clinking. And, based on the moaning that’d passed the locked door, they were enjoying their girls. All the while, I’d been sitting at my mother’s make-up table, trying to steady my hands enough to put the finishing touches on my face. After assessing the thick glossy red lipstick in her lighted mirror, I’d pressed my lips on a tissue.

“I’m gonna do it,” I murmured, not for the first time. “Tonight. I’m going to be brave. I can do this.”

As I stood, I inspected my slender form beneath a red England football jersey a size too small. It did nothing to hide my nonexistent chest. I’d have to address that one day. Around my slim pelvis were denim shorts from which I’d lopped the bottoms. The lower swells of my firm bum oozed from them when I clenched. Once again I checked, but there was no sign of a bulge beneath the zipper. While doing a slow pirouette in a pair of my mother’s shiniest black pumps, a grin slid onto my face. Yes, nervous, but also, I’d worked hard and I...

“ ... look good. You are hot. Too hot,” I whispered before blowing my reflection a kiss and running a silver brush through the end of my long chestnut ponytail for the millionth time. “I can do this.”

After a quick spritz of mum’s Chanel No. 5 behind my ears and into the jersey’s neck, I stepped from the desk like a ship putting to sea. My first voyage. An adventure that could last the rest of my life.

And that bravery lasted right until my hand slipped onto the doorknob. As a chill raced across my bare skin, my grand reveal fizzled into knee-wobbling shakes. While hissing air through my waxy lips, I dropped my head to stare at the glossy tips of my shoes.

“Okay, maybe not yet. Not tonight,” I mumbled. “I’ll wait a little longer.”

At that moment, there was a frenetic pounding on a door down the hall. At the noise, I looked up just as several muffled curses shot out from various other rooms.

“Come on! ‘Urry up.” The fist hammered louder and faster. “I gotta piss.”

My brows tightened. That deep voice sent chills through me. One of Stevie’s closest mates, he was over a lot of times. And he was gorgeous. Built like a walking god. All muscle. And the nicest smile. The way his eyes twinkled when he laughed. He had the deepest, warmest laugh.

When the door eased open in my shaking fingers, my pulse soared so high the room spun, but after a swift gulp, I crept into the dim upstairs hallway. Almost at the other end, his towering bulk was leaning on one hand splayed against the wall, while the other again battered a small wooden door.

“Hurry up! I’ve really gotta go, damn it!”

As I wobbled a little closer—I’d not walked a lot in mum’s heels—I held in a chuckle; that was a closet. Was I actually going to do this? With him, of all guys? Even as my head nodded in the darkness, I eased next to him. A soft cough to clear my throat didn’t catch his attention, and he pounded on the door again. As he cursed once more, a cloud of alcohol-laden breath shot from his full lips.

But then he spotted me. And when he fell silent, the world wavered as I stood beneath his roaming gaze. How his eyes glittered. Well, for a brief second before that enormous boy emitted the saddest, most desperate groan.

“I’ve gotta pee so bad.”

“I know, baby.” As I spoke, thankful my youthful voice hadn’t deepened yet, I slid under his arm. “But that’s a closet, Lee.”

After whipping his head to the small door, he returned to me. Again, I fought to hold in a laugh as I eased him from the wall. In the darkness, his lips glinted as they moved up and down, and his pretty eyes had a hint of embarrassment.

“It’s okay, baby.” With his weight on me, I struggled to weave my way back towards the open doorway on ever-shakier heels. By then they were getting painful. “I’ll take care of you.”

“You will?” Again, a cloud of booze-tinged breath engulfed me, along with the faint scent of his cheap cologne. And with the heat of his body warming my core, that slight puff of hot air so close to me stoked those flames even higher. “My God, you’re so beautiful. Do I know you?”

“Oh,” slipped from me after taking another shaky step.

I hadn’t thought of that. Who was I? Heck, at that point, I wasn’t even sure what I was. Give him my real name? No sooner had that idea entered my mind than I shook my head. Not ready for that just yet. Not at my age.

“Molly. Um, I’m Deidra’s younger sister.”

As his brows knitted and I got him to stagger forward another step, he swallowed. There had to be somebody named Deidra at the after-game party. There had to be.

“Oh. Yeah, right.” Wow! There it was. That twinkle in those brilliant light blue pools when he smiled. Smiled at me. “Well, you’re way prettier—Molly.”

“Thank you, Lee,” I said, with a grin widening on my face.

And I meant it. That was my first official compliment while embarked on this fresh course. And, as his muscular bulk swayed into me, cramming me sideways, it couldn’t have come from a better admirer. At the grip of his massive paw on my tiny butt, I found myself shoving into his palm as he squeezed.

While holding in a moan, I got us to the open door and, with some effort, eased his body through. On my shorts, his long, thick roaming fingers were not helping my concentration. Although his head rolled around, taking in my mother’s bedroom, he remained silent as I locked the door.

“Come on. You can use the en-suite.” After moving to get a better grip on his shambling body, I aimed him for the white-tiled bathroom.

“Oh. That’s too fancy.” When he halted at the doorway, I thumped into his solid side. As a tremor rippled deep within me, my hardness surged in its constricting sheath. “I just gotta pee, Molly. I—I don’t wanna ... Um, I don’t wanna make a mess in Stevie’s mum’s bathroom.”

“You won’t, baby. I’ll help. Okay?”

As he nodded, those shiny blue pools found me. Already warm, my soul heated around the edges. After flashing him a grin, I grunted while moving him towards the commode. Once he stood wobbling before the porcelain bowl, I slipped from him. In a flash, his arms shot forward to splay his palms along the glossy tiles.

“Oh, God.” His entire body swayed as he groaned. Another cloud of lager-filled breath engulfed me. “I’m sorry, Molly. I really need—”

“—to pee. Yes, I know, Lee.” I flipped up the lid. “Hold on, baby.”

Moment of truth. When I slipped to my knees beside him, my heart pounded in my meager chest. But instead of commenting, Lee only shifted his gaze from the still, circular water to my upturned face. Even shadowed, his angular, square-jawed visage was perfection. Gorgeous, those eyes glimmered. And how they widened as my little fingers slid towards his zipper.

“Molly. Uh, you don’t—”

“Shh, Lee.” I flicked my eyes from him only long enough to find the tiny metal tab. While tugging on it, I returned to his face. As I drew it downwards, his jaw fell further. “I said I’d help and I’m a girl of my word.”

At my fingertips sliding into the heat of his groin, his groans covered my abrupt whimper. For as long as I could recall, I’d dreamed of this. To have another cock in my hand. And it would be hunky Lee’s. When my digits pushed further to skim a tube of silken smooth flesh, I couldn’t hold back. But again, his deeper groaning hid the low moan that escaped my shaking lips.

“Please, Molly.” His voice was airy. “I really gotta—”

That time it wasn’t my words that cut him off, but a sharp gasp when the tug of my small hands unfurled his massive slab of darkened pink cockmeat into the chilly air. While he swayed forward with another groan, all I could do was stare at the thick, drooping flesh atop my trembling palms. With every thump of his powerful heart, it pulsed.

Not gonna lie. It was the softest, warmest thing I’d ever held. Sorta like an enormous cat, but ruddy and without the fur. But, wow, so full of life. A larger tremor wriggled through my core, sending my butt shimmying in the tight shorts. At his moan and sudden thrust forward, I jolted back to reality and tilted its angry, apple-sized head towards the bowl.

“Oh!” shot from him just as a massive pulse of warmth zipped across one palm, then the other. “Oh. Thank God!”

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