Double Dare(201)

The memory made me cheeks flush once more, body growing hot, soft with need once again. But there was still this problem with Jason, this messed-up situation on our hands. So I shot him a quick look, my gaze gentle.

“So what’s next?” I asked softly, my voice conciliatory. “What do we do next?”

Jason let out a masculine harrumph, a deep-throated moan of disgust.

“Either I move out, or I cut off my dick …” he began.

“No!” I cried, a small palm flying to his strong forearm, a fluttery touch against his hardness. “No, don’t go, that’s not necessary.”

We both looked at my hand, how it was so tiny, so white against his thickly muscled forearm.

“What do you want me to do then?” Jason ground out, eyes burning into mine, body tense. “There’s nothing else I can do,” he said, shaking his head furiously, voice thick, eyes dropping to look down, away, refusing to meet mine.

And I felt hope well in me then, a great cresting of need, a desire to be together.

“Well maybe …” I began.

Jason didn’t look at me, still gazing out the window, his body tense with power and energy, despite his refusal to answer.

“Maybe,” I swallowed, continuing once more. “You could share?”

The big man’s head whipped around then.

“Share?” he rasped, disbelieving? “What do you mean, share?”

I colored, flushing once more, my nipples growing tight.

“I mean,” I said hesitantly. “There’s only one of me, and two of you, but I’m okay with you know … sharing.”

Jason just shook his head at me.

“What the fuck makes you think that either Brent or I would be okay with sharing?” he ground out. “I don’t share, and I know Brent fucking doesn’t either.”

I shook my head determinedly this time.

“It’s my body,” I said softly, taking a deep breath, “and if both of you want in on the goods then you’re gonna have to share,” I said firmly.

There was no sound from Jason this time.

“Have you told Brent this?” he asked slowly.

I took that as a good sign. Jase wouldn’t have asked the question if he wasn’t okay with it himself on some level or another.

“No,” I admitted, shaking my head. “No, because this is all a surprise,” I said slowly. “I mean, I only lost my virginity yesterday and now … I had no idea that there were two men interested,” I finished.

Jason snorted then.

“Really, no idea?” he drawled, eyeing me up and down, letting his gaze trail over my generous breasts, my tiny waist and wide hips. Oh god, I’d felt sassy this morning, my first day as a non-virgin, and had dressed sexier than usual. Instead of my regular jeans and loose t-shirt, today I was wearing a tight baby tee with a denim skirt that was perfectly fine when you were standing. But here, sitting in the cab, the skirt had pulled up so that the fabric just brushed the bottom of my pussy, my generous thighs on display, creamy, white, spread against the leather of the seat. And oh god, if you looked closely, you could even see the fabric of my tiny pink panties, peeping out just a bit. Flushing, I squirmed, trying to pull down the skirt, which just made it worse. If anything, the fabric inched up more, displaying more of the panties and the tiny damp spot right between my legs.

“Oh god!” I breathed, squirming more before reaching for my book bag and pulling it onto my lap, desperate to cover the evidence of my arousal. “Oh god,” I whispered, cheeks burning as I met Jason’s knowing gaze.

“Like I said,” he rumbled, eyes hot on my breasts, his shaft stiff and heavy through the denim of his jeans. And were my eyes deceiving me or was there a wet spot at his crotch too? Like his penis was seeping pre-cum, the mere proximity to me so arousing that his body was already preparing itself for me, preparing to blast into my warm insides?

I creamed more, literally pressing my bag down on my lap now, grinding it against my clit slightly.

But Jason chuckled knowingly, rumbling deep in his throat.

“I think, baby girl, that we’ll be sharing whether or not Brent agrees,” he drawled dryly. “Because your body wants me, that’s clear, and fuck little girl, but I want you.”

And with that, he leaned over and kissed me in the truck cab, seizing my lips between his, his mouth commanding, so alpha, taking what he wanted. The heat between us ratcheted up a hundred degrees in two seconds, suddenly I was pressing my breasts against his chest, stroking his strong shoulders, worming myself closer to his masculine heat when he broke away, eyes alive, staring at me hungrily.

“Soon baby girl, soon,” he rasped before switching on the ignition and revving the motor. The tires squealed as we pulled once more onto the road, barreling at about sixty miles an hour. And I openly gaped at him, breath coming fast, body excited. Because what had just happened? We’d shared a kiss but it’d been so much more than that, it’d been wild, arousing, devastating because it was so short.