Truth, dare or bare

Jake’s POV

Mark announced that time was up, but the way she lingered told me she wasn’t ready to stop. Neither was I. My body was tight with want, the kind that burned low and impatient, every thought narrowing down to her mouth and the ache I was fighting to keep in check.

I wanted to fuck her mouth until I came deep in her throat.

When I’d arrived for this vacation, I’d expected the usual, long days, empty conversations, boredom stretching thin. Instead, the air felt charged now, my thoughts restless, attention locked on her.

This trip was anything but boring.

And it was only just getting interesting.

I tangled my fist in her hair, guiding her as her head moved along my shaft, each slow rise and fall sending sharp, electric pleasure rippling through me.”

“Ruth…” Lilith started, reaching for her, but Mark caught her wrist before she could make contact.

“Let them,” he murmured.

Lilith hesitated, then slowly sat back. Their eyes stayed on us, unblinking, as we moved together without shame, so exposed it felt unreal, like desire had forgotten it was supposed to be private.

“Ahhh… fuck,” I growled, throwing my head back as she took my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them.”

“She’s good,” Lilith muttered, not bothering to lower her voice.

Ruth’s breasts shifted with every slow movement along my length, the soft weight of them rising and falling in my line of sight. The gentle curve, the way they moved so helplessly with her rhythm, pulled a low, aching want from my chest, raw and immediate, impossible to ignore

She finally pulled away, breath coming fast, saliva slick along my length. I hadn’t come yet. The tension still coiled tight in me, unforgiving, and I had no intention of letting it go unfinished.

“That was…” Lilith gasped. “Wonderful. Where the fuck did you learn to suck a dick like that….school?”

Ruth laughed softly. Her gaze stayed on me as I tucked my dick back into my trousers, unashamed and steady. There was a quiet satisfaction in her eyes, pride, almost, as if she knew exactly what she’d done to me, and that everyone had seen it.

“Don’t tell me you can’t suck like that.” Ruth finally tore her gaze from me and looked at Lilith instead.

“She’s the best,” Mark said, pride thick in his voice as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her in.

“Then we’d like to see,” I said at last. My voice sounded steady, but my body was anything but, I was still wound tight, my attention dragging back to Ruth even as my mind searched for a way to get her alone.

Lilith’s lips curved. “Is that a dare?”

“It is,” Ruth said with a single nod.

“Easy,” Lilith said, turning to Mark. He was waiting, expectant. She kissed him, slow and sure, and her hand slipped beneath his pants, familiar and unhesitating as she closed her fingers around him.

Watching them, I felt my restraint cracking. Every movement, every gasp from Lilith pulled at something raw inside me. My eyes caught Ruth’s and there it was: the same hunger, blazing and undeniable.

We held each other’s gaze, the world narrowing until Lilith and Mark might as well have vanished. She bit her lip, slow, deliberate, and it hit me like a jolt straight to my chest.

My heart skipped a beat. She had no idea the effect she’d just had.

“You coming?” she mouthed, and the weight of that silent invitation pressed against me, urgent and impossible to ignore.

I turned to Lilith, lost in Mark, her mouth moving expertly on his dick. She was good, but not Ruth. Not even close.

They were so absorbed in each other they probably wouldn’t notice us slipping away. Seizing the moment, I stood, lacing my fingers with Ruth’s, feeling the heat of her hand against mine as we eased toward the door. Neither Lilith nor Mark looked up; neither spoke.

“Just close the door and put the Do Not Disturb sign up,” Mark murmured, eyes half-lidded, his body already taut with pleasure.

I nodded and obeyed.

Once we were in the hallway, I swept Ruth into my arms. Her legs curled around my waist, hands threading into my hair as our lips collided, desperate and hungry, like we’d been starved for this for far too long. Every kiss, every press of her body against mine sparked fire along my nerves.

Inside the room, I slammed the door shut with my foot, then dropped her to the floor, our bodies still humming with need. My hands went straight to her, ripping her shirt off in one motion, the soft heat of her skin flooding my senses. Her breasts came into view, full and perfect, impossible to look away from, and I let my fingers trace the line of her red lace bra, pulling it down with a growl caught deep in my chest.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking those tits,” I growled, tossing her bra across the room.

“I want to watch you,” she purred, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, dragging it down my shoulders with deliberate slowness.

“You sure you want this?” I asked, letting my fingers tease the hard peaks of her breasts.

“Yes,” she moaned, breath ragged, chest rising and falling against mine. “I want you, Jake.”

The way she said my name, like a prayer, and a curse sent heat racing straight through me. That was all the permission I needed.