Chapter 10

Chapter 10

They stayed in the pool until the sun started to drop.

By the time Noah finally pulled her out of the water, Ava’s legs felt unsteady and her bikini bottoms were soaked through with more than just chlorine. He wrapped a towel around her shoulders, guided her inside, and didn’t say much until they were both showered and back in the living room. The house was still empty. The curtains were drawn. The only light came from a single lamp in the corner.

Noah dropped onto the large sectional and patted the cushion beside him. He was wearing nothing but low black sweatpants again. Ava had put on one of his clean T-shirts and nothing else. The soft cotton hit mid-thigh and clung to the still-damp curves of her body.

“Sit,” he said.

She did. The residual ache between her legs flared when she settled, a deep, pleasant reminder of everything he had already done to her in the water. Noah reached for the remote, turned the television on low for background noise, then looked at her with that same calm, assessing expression he wore when he was about to push her further.

“Truth or dare.”

Ava blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” His mouth curved slightly. “We’re playing. You start.”

She hesitated, then said, “Truth.”

Noah leaned back against the cushions, one arm stretched along the back of the couch, the other resting on his thigh. “How many times did you touch yourself thinking about me before the tutoring started?”

Heat flooded her face. She looked down at her hands. “A few times.”

“Be specific.”

“…Seven. Maybe eight.”

“And when you did, what did you imagine?”

Her voice came out smaller. “Your mouth. Your hands. You… holding me down.”

Noah’s eyes darkened. “Good girl. My turn. Dare.”

Ava’s pulse jumped. She thought for a second, then said, “I dare you to take your sweatpants off and stay naked for the rest of the game.”

He didn’t hesitate. He stood, pushed the sweatpants down, and stepped out of them. His cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy against his thigh. He sat back down completely bare, completely unbothered, and looked at her like he was waiting.

“Truth,” he said.

Ava swallowed. “Truth.”

“Have you ever come as hard as you did last night with anyone else—or was that just me?”

“Just you,” she whispered.

“Louder.”

“Just you.”

He nodded once, satisfied. “Dare.”

She bit her lip. “I dare you to… touch yourself while you look at me. But you can’t come.”

Noah’s hand wrapped around his cock without breaking eye contact. He stroked himself slowly, base to tip, thumb smearing the bead of precome that had already gathered. His breathing stayed even, but his eyes never left her face. The thick length of him grew fully hard under his hand. Ava couldn’t look away. Soft heat pooled between her legs again, the T-shirt suddenly feeling too warm against her bare skin.

After a full minute he stopped, hand still loosely wrapped around himself.

“Your turn,” he said, voice rougher. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

A slow, dark smile spread across his mouth. “I dare you to take the shirt off, spread your legs, and show me how wet you already are.”

Ava’s breath caught. She pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Cool air kissed her bare breasts and the soft curve of her stomach. She leaned back against the cushions and opened her thighs. The position left her completely exposed—pink, still slightly swollen from earlier, and unmistakably slick. A thin, shiny trail had already started to gather at her entrance.

Noah’s gaze dropped and stayed there. His cock twitched in his hand.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Look at that. You’re dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

He didn’t move closer. He just kept staring while she stayed open for him.

“Truth,” he said eventually.

“Truth.”

“Do you like the idea of someone catching us? The neighbors earlier. Your mom walking in. Anyone.”

Ava’s cheeks burned. The honest answer sat heavy on her tongue. “…Yes.”

“Good.” His voice dropped. “Dare.”

She hesitated, then said, “I dare you to… put two fingers inside me and describe exactly how I feel.”

Noah moved then. He closed the distance, knelt between her open thighs, and slid two thick fingers through her folds without warning. The stretch pulled a soft, broken moan from her throat immediately. He pushed deep, curling, and watched her face while he slowly fucked them in and out.

“You’re soaked,” he said, voice low and clinical. “Hot. Soft. Still a little puffy from last night and the pool. Your walls keep fluttering every time I curl against this spot—” he demonstrated, and Ava’s hips jerked with a higher moan, “—and you’re so fucking tight it’s like your body is trying to pull me deeper. Every time I drag my fingers out, you clench like you don’t want to let go.”

He kept the slow rhythm going while he spoke. Wet sounds filled the quiet living room. Ava’s head fell back against the cushions. Soft, continuous whimpers spilled out of her with every stroke.

“Noah—”

“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers free, shiny and dripping, and held them up. “Lick them clean.”

She did. The taste of herself on his skin made her moan around his fingers. When he finally withdrew them he sat back on his heels, still fully hard, and said, “Your turn.”

“Truth.”

“How badly do you want me to fuck you right now, on a scale of one to ten?”

“Ten,” she whispered.

“Dare.”

Ava’s voice shook. “I dare you to… make me come with just your mouth. No fingers. And you can’t stop until I do.”

Noah’s eyes flashed. He hooked his hands under her thighs, dragged her to the edge of the cushion, and buried his face between her legs without another word.

The first long, flat stroke of his tongue dragged a loud, helpless cry from her. He licked her open like he was starving—slow, filthy passes from bottom to top, then focused, relentless suction on her clit. Ava’s hands flew to his hair. Her thighs trembled around his head. Soft, broken moans poured out of her without any attempt at quiet now.

“Ah— God— Noah—”

He didn’t ease up. He sucked harder, flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud in tight, perfect circles, then sealed his mouth over her and hummed. The vibration shot straight through her core. Her back arched hard. The orgasm built fast and sharp, coiling tight in her belly.

“I’m— I’m gonna—”

He sucked harder.

She came with a raw, high cry, hips jerking against his mouth, thighs clamping around his head. Noah held her open and licked her through it, dragging the climax out until she was twitching and oversensitive and trying to squirm away. Only then did he lift his head, mouth wet, chin shiny.

“Truth,” he said, voice rough.

Ava was still shaking. “Truth.”

“Do you want me to fuck you right here on this couch until you can’t walk straight?”

“Yes.”

“Dare.”

She didn’t even hesitate this time. “I dare you to do it.”

Noah stood, hauled her up, and turned her so she was kneeling on the couch facing the back cushions. He pushed her chest down, pulled her hips back, and rubbed the thick head of his cock through her soaked folds. The blunt pressure alone pulled another broken moan from her.

“Stay loud,” he said. “I want to hear every fucking sound.”

He pushed in.

The stretch dragged a long, shaky cry from her throat. He sank deeper in one slow, controlled thrust until he was buried to the hilt. Ava’s fingers twisted in the cushions. Soft, continuous moans spilled out of her as he started moving—deep, steady strokes that rocked her whole body forward. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. Every time he bottomed out a higher, more desperate noise left her lips.

“Fuck— Noah— it’s so deep—”

“I know.” His hands gripped her hips hard. “Take it. You’re going to come on my cock again before I fill you up.”

He reached around and found her clit, rubbing in tight circles while he fucked her harder. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Ava’s moans turned continuous and broken, rising in pitch every time he drove in. Her arms shook. Drool gathered at the corner of her mouth and dripped onto the cushion.

“I’m close— I’m so close—”

“Then come. Now.”

She shattered with a raw, cracked cry, pussy clamping down around him in hard, rhythmic pulses. Noah groaned low behind her and kept thrusting through it, drawing the orgasm out until she was sobbing and shaking and oversensitive again. Only then did he bury himself deep and come with a low, guttural sound, pulsing thick and hot inside her. She felt every spurt, the way it filled her until it started leaking out around his cock with every tiny grind of his hips.

He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard against her back. Then he slowly pulled out. A thick rush of cum followed, sliding down the insides of her thighs. Ava made a soft, oversensitive sound at the sudden emptiness and collapsed forward onto the cushions.

Noah stretched out beside her and pulled her against his chest, both of them sticky and spent. His hand rested between her legs again—not rubbing, just holding, feeling the mess he had left.

After a while his voice came low against her hair.

“Truth or dare isn’t over.”

Ava made a weak, broken sound that was half laugh and half whimper.

“I know,” she whispered.

Noah kissed the back of her neck, slow and open-mouthed.

“Good. Because the next dare is going to be worse. And you’re going to say yes to all of them.”

Outside, the night settled fully over the empty house.

Inside, her stepbrother held her while the evidence of what they had just done cooled on her thighs, already deciding how much further he was going to push her before the weekend ended.

And Ava, still trembling, already knew she would take every single dare.