CHAPTER FOUR: COLLEGE DARE 2

CHAPTER FOUR

His words rang like an evil vow in my head. "You have until the celebration is over to force me to finish. or I'm going to dare you."

My heart pounded louder than the music as I sat motionless between Jace Kingston's thighs. His scent was one of danger, cologne, and smoke. His warm, purposeful fingers were still positioned high on my thigh.

He whispered, "Tick-tock, sweetheart," in a harsh challenge. "You came to have fun. Play, then.

The party went on all around us, complete with thudding music, whirling bottles, and drunken laughing. However, I had the impression that I was in another world. He was the only living creature on a private island of fire and anxiety.

I forced my fear aside.

I then made a move.

Slowly, I moved my hands up his chest, following the hem of his black sweatshirt. Under the cloth, his body was nothing but heat. control of sluggish breathing and rigid muscles. He was coiled so tightly I could feel it.

He mumbled, "Not bad," as his eyes turned down.

"But you’ll have to do better than touching my hoodie, freshman."

My lips touched his ear as I leaned in closer. "Then tell me what you like."

His hand tightened around my waist. His dark eyes were now flaming as he cocked his head in my direction.

"Bold," he said. "I like bold."

I then went to my knees directly in front of him after daring myself to slide off his lap. The room didn't appear to notice, or perhaps they did and acted as though they didn't. We were sheltered by disorder and shadows in a nook. With his legs slightly apart, he looked down at me as if he were a monarch observing a subject kneel.

I touched his belt with my fingers.

I didn't let him stop me.

He looked at me.

I slowly undid the belt while maintaining eye contact. He gave a deep, low, piercing exhale. I was wet between my thighs from the excitement and wrongness of unzipping his jeans, even though my hands trembled.

He had no pants on.

Obviously, he wasn't.

His cock, thick, long, and already hard, bounced free.

My breath caught in my throat as I paused.

"Have you done this before?" His voice was nasty but amused as he asked.

"Not in this manner," I muttered. He grinned. "Well done."

I leaned down and licked the head teasingly, my tongue flicking out. He let out a low, nearly inaudible groan. My self-assurance blossomed.

Slowly, I pressed my lips to his and pulled him in. His weight. The flavour. the realisation that anyone could pass past. I lowered my cheeks and started to move while paying attention to all of his noises. With one hand tangled in my hair, his breath became more laboured.

"Fuck you, Amelie," he growled. "You're a real surprise.”

Now he slowly thrust into my mouth, guiding my rhythm. I let the vibrations continue to tease him with a gentle sigh.

But all of a sudden—he withdrew.

His tongue crashed upon mine with fierce passion as his hands pulled me up onto his lap once again.

He snarled at my lips, "You were going to make me finish too fast." "I also want to spend some time with you."

His fingers were now moving my panties away from under my dress. I was soaked when he found me.

"Jesus," he lowered his voice. "You're wet."

Two fingers slid within me, and I moaned. He kissed me hard—tongue tangling, dominating—while his fingers thrust deep and slow.

I sucked on his lip. He let out a moan. Desperate, I rolled my hips shamelessly against his hand.

He said, "I bet you want to cum in front of all your little college friends." "Do you enjoy being dared? Do you enjoy losing control?

I moaned against his neck, "Yes." "Yes, God."

He put his forehead on mine. "You'll cum for me first, then."

His fingers curled into me, and his thumb found my clit, massaging circles. I could not control myself. I buried my face in his hoodie to silence the scream as I broke in his arms.

My entire body shivered. He looked at me with a sort of desire and pride.

Then, with unbearable control, he zipped up, stood, and tucked himself back in.

"Wait," I screamed. "You didn’t—"

He chuckled.

He remarked, "The game's not over," in a calm tone. "You haven't won yet."

He then leaned in once more.

His voice was dangerous. "My turn to dare you is coming, little freshman," he said. "And it will be so much better than this, I assure you.”