EMILY
“I dare you to take off your shirt.”
Seth was challenging me. I could see it in his expressions and he was sure smug about it. He thought I wouldn’t do it.
Consuming the alcohol had made my head feel lighter, and a daring spirit entered my body. I felt like I could do anything. There was nothing in this world that was unattainable.
I reached for the hem of my t-shirt, pulled it over my head, and tossed it onto the floor.
Seth’s mouth hung open, and he didn’t take his gaze off me as he reached for the bottle and took a long swig. His emerald eyes were shining in the dim light of the sitting area, and if I wasn’t mistaken, I saw his nose flaring in what I assumed was desire, but he glanced away.
I know my breasts were practically spilling out of the cami crop top I was wearing, no bra. He didn’t have to look closely to notice my nipples sticking to the fabric. It was a bold move, one that only the alcohol gave me the strength to do.
“My turn.” I took a sip of my drink. “I dare you to take off your pants.”
He chuckled, “I bet you think I won’t do it.”
Standing up, he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, shucked them off, and sat down beside me in only a pair of black boxers.
My eyes traveled to his body, and just the sight of him made my mouth dry. I felt my nipples harden and hoped that it didn’t show, but seeing as his look turned dark, I knew he had seen it.
He wasn’t completely buff, but had a lean built, with powerful biceps that he’d gained after hours and hours of slamming the puck into the net. I’d seen him naked before, but did not notice the details. The slender waist or the broad shoulders. The tats on his arms and back added to the danger factor.
“I dare you to...” his voice was a low baritone, “take off your shorts.”
If I did that, I’d be left wearing only the thin crop-top and my underwear.
Growing up, I’d always been insecure about my body. I wasn’t sure I would feel if Seth didn’t like seeing my body. There was nothing wrong with it. I just wasn’t the type of girl he normally preferred, and I had seen Seth’s preferences. They were usually tall, smaller breasts, smaller ass and looked like they were from fashion magazines.
“What are you thinking about, Emily? You chicken?” He laughed tauntingly. “If you can’t, well, that’s alright, you know I’ll win. I don’t mind taking off everything. Nothing here that you didn’t see.”
It was now or never.
I stuck my tongue out at him, which was super immature, and shimmied out of the shorts.
I heard a sharp intake of breath and a string of curses.
I dared to look up at him. He clenched the bottle tightly, his hands shaking a little.
* * *
SETH
I tried to tell myself that I was taking the fantasy too far, that I would wake up from this dream, but really, it wasn’t.
Emily was sitting close to me. I was goddam sure she’d moved a little closer than she was.
My throat worked up as my heart jack hammered. I wasn’t completely high. It took over five bottles to get me drunk, and I felt extremely guilty for pushing Emily to strip.
We were completely alone, half-naked, and this was a recipe for disaster.
She was glorious, so I didn’t understand what she had been so conscious about. Heat prickled my neck as I noticed the dark areola of her nipples just below the swell of her breasts.
No woman had ever fucking teased me like this. They’d gone for the kill and Emily knew she was doing pure torture, drawing this out, teasing the shit outta me.
Frustrated, I took another long gulp, trying my best not to stare at her like a perv.
“My turn.” She said in a sultry voice.
If she asked me to take off my boxers, I’d do it gladly. She looked down at my front and a person had to be blind not to notice the massive tent in it.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
* * *
EMILY
At first, I thought he wouldn’t kiss me. He had every right to panic and tell me this was a bad idea, but I’d also seen my desire mirror in his eyes and knew that we wanted the same things from each other.
When he put the bottle of beer on the table, I thought he’d say ′Listen; I don’t think we should do this.′
But instead, he adjusted himself on the couch, and beckoned a demanding finger towards me. “Come here.”
I scooted over to his side and when I turned to face him, he tentatively reached out to angle my face towards his. He pecked my lips softly, just a brush like he was testing.
And I already felt dizzy with just that feature light touch of his lips to mine. I didn’t even realize when I moaned in frustration. He pressed forward again, and I parted my lips and that was it.
Seth Monroe knew how to kiss!
His teeth grazed my bottom lip, then his tongue swallowed mine, making me lose my mind. He tasted of the beer we’d been drinking, and the scent of his ocean body scent engulfed me.
Our mouths smashed together, tongues fighting for dominance. My hands flew into his hair and I caught fistfuls of it, trying my hardest to hold on to something.
Just when he pulled apart, and I thought the kiss had ended, he lay me down on my back on the couch and lowered his body down to mine. His knee was wedged between my thighs, his mouth gliding over mine again without finesse. I could feel his thick hard-on pressed against my thigh. I touched his stomach, his abs, and back to his hair, not getting enough of him, wanting him even closer.
Seth was acting like a man deprived of oxygen. A low grunt escaped his mouth, his tongue thrusting deep into my throat savagely, and I liked that I was having the same effect on him. His hands moved away from my hair, down to my face, and then to my sides. I liked the feel of his slight stubble against my chin. I loved everything about him, and if this wasn’t love, then I didn’t know what was.
A wicked flick of his tongue over mine, and then he moved to my ear, where he softly nibbled, holding me close to him. His mouth traced a path down from my neck to my collarbone, where he bit me softly. I whimpered, but I don’t think Seth noticed.
He’d sort of drifted into another dimension.
The intensity could have turned metal to molten. I cupped his face and brought it back to my mouth where we kissed like two starved people for so long; I lost my breath.
“Baby...” he groaned between placing kisses down my front. His large hand skimmed over the hem of my camisole. His smoldering green eyes leveled with mine, asking my permission.
I gave him a nod.
He ran his tongue over my fabric that covered my nipples, and he kept teasing me with it so I got really frustrated and before I could change my mind, I took off the cami for him.
Now I was sitting in front of him with only my panties on. He stared dumbfounded at my breasts. His eyes glazing over, and I wondered if I made the right decision when his mouth attacked my breast and sucked hard. I screamed in pleasure as I felt the barbel sweeping against my sensitive skin. My nails dug into his hair while he kept assaulting that nipple, licking, kissing, biting, driving me completely insane. His other palm covered my other breast. He kneaded with his long calloused fingers.
I imagined I would wake up from the dream, and then laugh at the absurdity of the fantasy that I was having because it felt too good to be true.
I couldn’t recall the number of times I’d imagined Seth with me, kissing me, doing things to me.
And now it was happening for real!
He pulled away with a loud pop and went to give the same attention to my other breast. His hair beneath my fingers felt so soft. I heard him whisper something, but I couldn’t understand what he’d said.
“Seth…” I moaned.
“You’re so beautiful. I need you so much, and so bad…” He whispered gruffly. “Emily…you have no idea…”
I was so overwhelmed by this feeling of being wanted and desired by the guy I liked that tears began spilling over my cheeks without me realizing it. Maybe it was the beer making me feel this way.
Seth’s hot mouth placed wet kisses down to my belly-button and I knew where he was going and there was no doubt in my mind what was about to follow.