Dare to Tease: A Dare Nation Novella by Carly Phillips (english novels to improve english txt) 📗

tingling with arousal. He pushed himself off her and ripped a condom from the strip he’d tossed on the bed, tore into it, and rolled it over his now hard cock.

Next thing she knew, he’d sat up and grabbed her around the waist, positioning her over him so his straining cock poised at her entrance. His hands gripped her hips as she lowered herself onto him, and his thick erection stretched her in the best possible way. She closed her eyes and moaned, rocking her body forward and back, waves of arousal lifting her higher.

Her nipples puckered, and he noticed, reaching out and tweaking the hardened tips with his fingers, causing her to clamp around him.

“Fuck. You feel so good.”

“So do you.” She rode him hard, but no matter what she did, her orgasm remained elusively out of reach. She raised herself up and down, but she couldn’t come. “I’m trying, but I can’t–” She groaned her frustration.

His dilated gaze softened, and an understanding look crossed his face. “Climb off.”

Confused, she settled on her knees beside him. “What’s wrong?”

He treated her to a sexy grin. “Not a thing except we’re changing positions.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “We are?”

He hooked an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, “Get on all fours, sweetheart. I know how to make you come.”

She shivered and did as he asked, settling on her hands and knees. He came up behind her, his hot body covering hers, his thick cock at her entrance. He pushed in, going slow until he filled her, and she sucked in a breath as he bottomed out completely.

After pulling out, he thrust back in, hitting exactly the right spot.

“Yes,” she said on a hiss, pushing back against him, and he began repeating the motion. He was right; she would definitely come this way and fast.

Especially when he reached around and slid his finger over her clit. A loud moan escaped her lips, and she trembled. “Harder,” she urged him.

Not only did he pick up the pace of each thrust, he rubbed her clit harder, pinching then gliding the pad of a finger over the now sensitive bud. She moaned, bracing her arms for every slam of his body into hers. Feeling him everywhere, she gave herself over to him, allowing him to guide and control both the pace and the timing of when she’d come. She trusted him to take care of her, and he was doing exactly that.

“Turn your head toward me,” he said in a rough voice.

She twisted her neck, and he captured her lips in a harsh kiss, all the while grinding his hips against her. His cock hit a place that shattered what little sanity remained.

Their mouths separated as her orgasm began and continued with every push and grind of their bodies together. White stars flashed behind her eyes as a rush sounded in her ears, her entire being alight with pleasure. The gratification continued, a second orgasm coming on the heels of the first at the same time Hudson shouted from behind her. Faster thrusts, another heavy groan, and he stilled, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself, and his climax eased.

They collapsed together on the bed, his hard, sweaty body on top of hers. Her breath came in short pants, and she tried to take slower, steadier streams of air.

He slid out of her, and she felt the loss, the disconnection of their bodies as he rolled to the side. As he propped himself on one arm, his heavy-lidded gaze met hers. “Told you I had it handled.”

She grinned, unable to deny he had, in fact, made her come just as he’d promised. “We click,” she said, not embarrassed to admit that fact.

“Yes, we do.” He kissed the tip of her nose and flipped over, climbing out of bed and walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

He returned and shut off the lights over the bed, joining her under the covers and pulling her tight against him. “I wish we could skip the rest of the family part of the weekend,” he muttered.

“It will be fine. I can handle your parents, and I don’t take it personally. Ignore them, and we’ll have fun. I’m looking forward to meeting Serena. If you two are close, I’m sure I’ll like her.”

“You will, and she’ll like you.” He hugged her tighter. “Then I’ll get the conversation about funding the clinic over with, and we can head home.”

“Sounds good.” Her eyelids were getting heavy. “We’ll figure everything out,” she assured him.

“I believe we can.”

* * * *

Serena married in a typical Northfield affair at the country club her parents belonged to. Her now-husband might not be of the same social class, and Serena’s parents didn’t really approve of the union, but they’d caved and had thrown their only daughter the wedding of her dreams.

Hudson was happy for his cousin, who beamed as he and Bri greeted her on the reception line.

“I’ve missed you!” Serena pulled him into a big hug, so unlike the older generation of their families who’d air-kissed or shaken hands in greeting.

He wrapped her in an embrace before stepping back so he and his cousin could make the introductions between Bri and Serena’s husband, Mark.

When those were complete, Serena looked from Hudson to Bri and smiled. “I like her, and you look happy,” she said as Bri made conversation with Mark.

He had no doubt it was obvious from the way he’d wrapped an arm possessively around her waist that Bri wasn’t just arm candy. “That’s because I am.”

She lifted herself onto her toes and whispered in his ear, “Then don’t let her go.”

“I don’t intend to,” he said with a grin.

Beside him, Bri had overheard and turned her head to meet his gaze, eyes wide as he nudged her with his hip. “We should get going and let other people talk to the bride and groom.” He winked at her before glancing at the happy couple. “Congratulations and enjoy your lives.”

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