Free Dare To Love Series: Dreaming Up a Dare (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Catherine Gayle Page B

because in no time, he was naked as a jaybird. And fully erect.
    And huge.
    Apparently, his dick had kept up with the rest of him.
    Every man I’d been with before had been a lot bigger than me in general, but their dicks had always been normal-sized, not like Jackson’s. He was curved, too, pointing slightly upward. Maybe it was a good thing the vibrator was already working on building my anticipation. I was wetter than ever, and Lord knew I had to be fully swollen and ready to handle him by now.
    He suited up with a condom and pumped his hand over his cock a couple of times, not that he needed any extra help in getting hard. I reached for him, desperate to touch him and make him as achy and needy as he’d made me, but he picked me up by the waist and flipped us around until he was on his back with me straddling him.
    I had to brace myself, placing my hands on his chest to keep from falling over.
    “Careful,” he said, cracking a grin again. “Don’t want to crack your skull or something. Sex injuries are hard to explain at the ER.”
    Once I’d steadied myself, I punched him in the ribs for good measure.
    “Oof.”
    “Just be glad I didn’t do anything worse,” I said, reaching between us to guide him to my entrance.
    His hands on my thighs and his gaze on mine, he held me steady while I lowered onto him until he disappeared completely inside me. I felt so good, so full, that I let out a moan of pleasure, rocking my hips in a circular motion. That put more pressure on the vibrator, grinding it against my clit, and I shuddered.
    “Fuck, that’s good,” he said. He slipped one hand behind me and dug into my ass, urging me into motion. With the other, he reached for the remote control.
    I leaned over him, riding the waves of lust and letting my hair fall in a curtain around us as he changed the settings on the vibrator. Sometimes it pulsed low and slow, and he gripped my hair and kissed me in time with the rhythmic motion of our hips, keeping my fires burning while letting things taper off. Other times it buzzed hard and fast, and he brought his head up to tease my breasts with his lips and teeth and tongue, dragging me higher and closer to release, only to switch things up again at the last moment before I crashed. But the icing on the cake was when he switched the vibrator to some erratic setting, with changes in intensity I couldn’t predict. At that point he flipped us over, tucking a few pillows under my hips, and drove into me like a man on a mission.
    I came hard, my entire body tensing in the moments before release liquefied my bones, his name a litany on my tongue. My orgasm and the change in position were enough to trigger Jackson’s climax a minute or so later. He buried his head in the pillow and groaned with his release before rolling off me.
    His heat was addictive; I couldn’t resist rolling with him, doing everything possible to keep our limbs wrapped up in each other while we gradually came down from the high.
    He seemed to recover faster than I did, brushing my hair out of my face and drawing me in to kiss me again. Possibly because the vibrator was still doing its thing, keeping me on the edge of another climb.
    Slipping my hand between our bodies, I hooked a finger into the curve to pull it out, but Jackson put his hand over mine and stopped me.
    “Turns out that was an excellent investment,” he murmured between kisses.
    “Mmm. But if you don’t turn it off, I might have to put you in a headlock.”
    “Promise?”
    I jabbed an elbow in his ribs, which only made him laugh. Which made me laugh.
    For some reason, I’d been worried that we’d never be able to laugh together again now that we’d had sex. Maybe I’d been worried for nothing.
    Jackson pried my hand away from the vibrator and rolled over me again, pinning both my hands up beside my head. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him close to me.
    “You believe me yet?” he asked, gently rocking