Truth, dare or bare 3

Ruth’s POV

All I knew about Jake was that he was Mark’s friend, and in that moment, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the heat pooling low in my body, the sharp, reckless want that drowned out everything else.

I wanted him, wanted the things his hands and mouth promised without a word.

In that moment, the world narrowed until it was just the two ofl us. No history. No names that mattered. Just the pull between a stranger and the hunger he stirred in me, dark and reckless, asking to be answered.

He caught the back of my neck and pulled me in, our mouths clashing as we traded breath and heat, tongues sliding together while soft moans slipped free. Nothing had really happened yet, but my body already knew, this was going to ruin me in the best way.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking those tits,” he growled, flinging my bra across the room.

I pulled back and reached for his belt, the buckle still loose from the last time I’d had him in my mouth. I dragged it down with his underwear, and his length spilled free, heavy and warm, brushing between my thighs.

A soft laugh slipped out of me. I licked my lips slowly, letting him see exactly what I was thinking.

God, I loved it. The sheer size of him stole the air from my lungs, a slow, dizzying thrill curling low in my belly.

As if reading my next move, his hand settled on my shoulder, steady and possessive, while I lowered myself in front of him. I kept my eyes on his, and what I saw there made my pulse jump, raw want, unguarded and intense, the kind that sent a flutter straight through my chest and left me aching for more.

Yes, he was hard for me. The veins standing out along his length only made him more tempting, impossible to resist.

I spat into my palm and wrapped my hand around his cock, squeezing as I stroked slow and steady, setting a rhythm I knew he’d feel everywhere.

“Does this make you want me more?” I asked, the question lazy and teasing, a sly smile tugging at my lips even though we both already knew the answer.

“Fuck, Ruth,” he breathed, words breaking apart between heavy exhales. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“You’re wrong.” I dragged my tongue over the tip of his dick, tasting the sharp salt of his need. “I do.”

He tugged my hair gently, guiding his love rod into my mouth, and I opened for him without hesitation. Then, he began to fuck my mouth. The pace was rough fast, relentless, pushing me to the edge, and I welcomed it, matching him with soft moans that slipped from my lips.

He was so big, filling me completely, and I felt every inch of him pressing deeper into my throat.

I struggled for air, tried to pull back, but his grip held firm, keeping me right where he wanted me, my world reduced to the heat, the pressure, and the loss of control

My hand slid beneath my skirt, fingers brushing against my slick, swollen clit, moving as fast as his cock fucked my mouth. I wanted to savor every sharp, burning pulse.

Moans spilled from my lips, ragged and loud, the heat building, coiling in my stomach like wildfire. I was on the edge, trembling, but I held back, desperate to wait, wanted the peak of pleasure to hit only when he was inside me

“Ruth…God…” he groaned, arching his back, every movement raw and desperate. With one last powerful thrust, his body shuddered, spilling deep into my mouth. The warm, thick taste shocked me, my first time, but instinctively, I swallowed, surprised by my own boldness.

As he pulled back, a thin ribbon of release clung to him, and I couldn’t resist licking it away, a giggle tumbling from my lips, wild and unrestrained. I pushed myself to my feet, but the hunger between us hadn’t eased in the slightest.

Without a word, he grabbed me, pressing me into the bed, and his hands ripped my skirt down, the air suddenly electric around us.

“Take it easy, baby,” I teased, feeling the heat radiate off him as he hovered above me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know… but do you think I have that much patience?” he muttered, pulling my panties down and lifting them to my nose, inhaling the sweet intimate scent of me.

I bit my lip and winked, knowing it only fueled him further. He climbed onto me, straddling my sides, pressing himself against me. His cock settled between my breasts, and when he poured a slick sheen of saliva over it, the warmth made me shiver.

“Uh-huh,” I murmured, lips parted, eyes locked on him as he roughly cupped and massaged my breasts, grinding against the softness with every stroke. His hardness pressed into me from both sides, and every motion soaking me through and sending fire through my core.

“What are you doing to me?” I whimpered, body arching into his, chest rising and falling as his tip brushed my jaw and his hands kneaded my nipples. I could feel my wetness spreading between my thighs, dampening the sheets beneath me.

“Fucking your tits,” he growled, teasing the tip of himself along my lips before plunging back, relentless, precise, and greedy.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, head thrown back, moaning loud and raw, every inch of me alive, my body trembling, clinging to the edge of everything he was giving me.

He started grinding faster, and I moved with him, matching every thrust, every press of his body.

“Fuck, Ruth… I’m going to…Ahhh,” His words cut off as the thick heat spilled onto my breasts. Instinctively, I spread it over my chest, the warmth sending shivers through me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him inside me, all of him, filling me completely.

Without a pause, I flipped him over, straddling him, and lowered myself slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside.

I guided his hand to my ass, letting him grip me as I bounced along his length, my slickness making every stroke smooth and effortless. The bed creaked beneath us, our moans mingling with the rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin, echoing through the room.

I planted my hands on his chest and my feet on the bed, arching my hips just enough to sit him up, then sank down again, riding him deep, inch by inch, feeling every stretch, every press.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he groaned, his face flushed, jaw tight, eyes dark with need, the look of a man on the edge, barely able to contain himself.

I paused, sinking back for a moment to catch my breath, but he had other plans.

He pressed me against him, lifting my hips just enough, and began thrusting into me with relentless force. Each stroke made me jerk and writhe, every inch of him pressing deep, igniting sparks I couldn’t contain.

My walls clenched around him, teasing me toward the edge, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body shook, screams spilling out in incoherent bursts as my release tore through me, hot and shattering.

He didn’t stop. He chased his own release, driving harder, faster, until a guttural grunt tore from his chest and he spilled deep inside me, every pulse scorching and leaving me trembling in his arms.

I collapsed onto his side, our breaths ragged, the air heavy with the heat of us.

“You’re sweeter than I thought,” he murmured, turning to look at me, eyes dark with lingering desire.

“Really?” I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We should do this again tomorrow. What do you think?”

His expression faltered, and he turned his gaze to the ceiling. My chest tightened. Did I say something wrong?

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, leaning closer.

“I’m going to LA tomorrow,” he said, voice low. “I have a job interview. Just saw the email today.” He looked back at me. “I’ll spend the rest of the summer there… then come back to New York.”

I exhaled, the warmth between us suddenly bittersweet. Shit. Just when this vacation was getting good.

Then he said something that caught me off guard.

“Come with me, Ruth.”

I turned sharply to him. “What?”

“Come with me,” he repeated, steady and serious. “Will you?”

A thrill ran through me. Tonight had been incredible, and I didn’t want it to end as just a one-time thing. I wanted more.

But a small voice in my head whispered caution. What if he wasn’t the person I thought he was?

I pushed it aside. He couldn’t possibly be. He was Mark’s best friend.

“Yes,” I said, heart racing, rolling toward him and kissing him again, slowly this time, savoring the moment, letting the decision sink in.