Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

25. Dare Me (Xander)

My cock is coming to life in her grip. Shit.

"I fuck when I'm angry. I fuck when I'm happy," she slurs, her hand stroking my length with perfect pressure. "I fuck when I'm frustrated. I fuck when I want to fuck, and it's not your goddamn business."

"This is," I reply, groaning at the sensation her hand is giving me, "not how normal people talk."

She cocks an eyebrow. "How do normal people talk then?" I know she plays dumb, but the way her eyes dilate, or her breasts go up and down against my chest, shows that she's as aroused as I am.

With great reluctance, I catch her hand when she attempts to pull down my pants zipper. Her movement is getting bolder, and my senses begin to revolve around my dick. "Not by jacking off during an important topic. That's not going to work."

"Boring."

In one blink of an eye, she pulls away, making me regret my decision to stop her. I still want to feel her body pressed to mine, and her small hand on my dick. To my surprise, she unbuttons her shirt as she keeps her gaze on me. Is he challenging me? Then her black bra comes into view, hugging her perky bosoms.

I've never seen her nearly naked torso under a bright light, and I almost forget to blink. "What are you doing?" I stammer.

"Getting dressed. And you're blocking my way." She shakes her shoulders briefly, causing her silky shirt to fall on the floor. "You're standing in front of my bedroom door, Xander."

It takes a few seconds for my brain to digest her words because my eyes are too busy drinking into her body. "Oh, sorry," I say, moving aside and wincing at the discomfort between my legs. If I was hard, now I'm throbbing, and it's almost painful inside my boxer, straining and screaming for freedom.

She opens her bedroom door and leaves it ajar when she walks in. I'm not sure if it's an invitation for me to follow her inside, but I'm too stupefied to ask. With one flick, her bra is the next to land on the floor, creating a soft tap. I groan at the sight of her. This girl is going to be the death of me.

Her breasts are not huge but stand out enough against her slender posture and narrow waist. Her skin is tanner than usual, which she probably got from having plenty of sun during summer break. It's mesmerizing to see how her honey skin shade contrasts her pink nipples which are now fully erect. She's turned on.

"Enjoying what you see?" she asks, chuckling while undoing her pants. "You may watch because as I said, I love to be watched." She wiggles her hips to get out of her pants. In the next second, she's only in her black panties, plain black panties but it looks sexy as hell on her. "Should I change to a thong? Guys love to see it on girls, right?"

I gulp. "I don't have a preference. But yeah, you can put those on if you want." As much as I want to see them on her, I don't need to act like a dumb, horny dude. But dammit, I can't think straight right now. All I want to do is walk to her, throw her onto her bed, and fuck her until she screams my name. Shit. I need to get out of here.

Parker puts her hands on her waist, scowling in my direction. It's so hard for my eyes to not travel to her breasts which are also glaring at me, causing my cock to twitch again. "I don't believe you," she says. "Men always have a preference when it comes to lingerie. And we're past that stuck-up, prudery state, Xander. You've seen me fucking, and you saw more parts of my body than any man in the office did. And I can tell your dick is hard now. So, say it. What do you want me to wear?"

"Why does that even matter? You're not wearing it for me, are you?"

She shrugs, causing her swells to bounce slightly. "Maybe I do?"