HazardsDare (15 page)

“Oh god,” she muttered, setting the phone aside long enough
to undress and do exactly what he’d told her to.

As soon as she was naked, she got into a relaxing position
and set the phone as close to her quim as she could and not risk breaking it if
she sat on it by the time this was done.

Chuckling a little, she finally made her voice heard. “Okay,
Hazard, I’m all set.”

“Baby, you sound like I’m about to hogtie and flog you.” His
voice came back to her loud and clear. The speakerphone was superior.

“I’m a little nervous.”

“There’s no reason to be. It’s only the two of us right now.
Put aside any doubts you may have about how beautiful and sexy you are to me.
Focus on my voice.”

“Will you sing to me again, Hazard?”

“Yeah, I can do that for you. I’ll sing something I’ve
written.” Beginning with a hum, he began to sing.

His baritone was deep, resonant, a seduction all its own. At
some point she got lost in the lyrics that promised fidelity to his girl and
she could have sworn he hastily added that
she
was his girl.

Pausing for a moment, Hazard asked her to warm the dildo
before using it on herself.

Avery palmed the glass, stroking it as if the dildo were an
extension of Hazard. “I’m stroking it to warm it up, but I’d sure prefer to be
touching your cock, Hazard.”

“That’s it. You’ve got it. Keep talking, baby.”

She placed the dildo beneath the covers, warming it more by
resting it just between her thighs. “It’s close to my pussy, but not too close,
it’s being warmed by covers and body heat.”

“I’m going to put a country twist on a song you may have
heard before. Every time I sing
touch myself
, you’re to touch yourself
for me. Imagine that your hands are mine. Imagine the calluses and roughness of
my unshaven chin scratching your skin.”

“You know I like that?”

“Of course, you light up like Fourth of July fireworks. Stay
with me, listen, learn your body in ways you’ve yet to explore.”

“I’ve masturbated plenty of times.”

“Then you know how to turn yourself on.”

“You turn me on.”

“Prove it, listen and seduce your body.”

Avery thought she’d already been seduced until he began
singing a country version of a song made popular by the Divinyls. Listening,
she waited for the words, “I touch myself” and caressing herself from her belly
to her breasts.

No matter where she touched, her nerve endings danced with
awareness of the man singing to her. Her needs as a woman were being met by his
voice and by her hand, carrying her away to the place she’d only found in
Hazard’s arms, heaven.

Getting lost in the moment, she came to realize that even
though she was alone in the room, Hazard was with her, singing, helping her
discover her body, a body she’d thought she’d known by heart long before now.

Ultimately, she combed her fingers through the narrow trail
of hair remaining on her quim, aiming for her clit. Sliding her finger up and
down her creamy flesh, she found and teased the tension-filled morsel,
automatically rocking her hips to seek an ease to the gloriously delicious
sensations building within her.

“Oh Hazard, I miss you,” she uttered aloud, slowly shifting
attention to her core and pushing her middle finger deep inside, hoping he
would know how desperately she wanted her fingers to feel as thick and long and
warm as his.

“Miss you too,” he returned, humming now.

As nice as it was to feel her finger slide in and out, she
had to add another. Three wasn’t enough and a little awkward.

“Use the dildo, Avery,” Hazard told her, sounding as taken
in by the moment as she was.

Avery uncovered the glass dildo and brought it to her mouth.
Wanting to lubricate it with saliva, she licked and suckled it, imagining she
was doing this to Hazard’s cock.

Going so far as deep throating the glass dildo, she prayed
Hazard knew what she was doing. Moaning at the thought of doing this on him
made it more real, made her moan and suck and lick some more.

“That’s my girl,” Hazard said. “I hear you. I hear you
warming that dildo up for your tight pussy. It’ll feel good to fuck yourself.”

Withdrawing the toy from her mouth, she said, “It will. But
it’d be better if it was you filling me up.”

“When I get there, I will.”

“I might be asleep.”

“Then I’ll wake you up. Do it now. Fuck yourself for me.”

Getting a thrill from the alpha command in his voice, Avery
grasped the end of the dildo, bent her knees and parted her thighs extra wide
to place the toy between her legs.

In her peripheral vision, she saw her cellphone. She’d
placed it close enough to her body that Hazard could hear what she was doing
and far enough away to keep it from hindering movement.

Penetrating herself with the saliva-dampened glass cock, she
took it nice and slow, allowing time for her body to adjust to the thickness
and nubs. The nubs stroked her right where she needed, the largest ridge placed
at just the right spot to brush her G-spot.

“Move your hand, baby.”

Avery did so, loving the feel of the toy and the ease with
which she took it into her body. Closing her eyes, she readjusted herself ever
so slightly for more comfort and began thrusting in earnest, arching her hips
into the thrusts, taking it harder.

Needing a little more, she used her free hand to manipulate
her clitoris, rubbing it while she fucked herself. Now would be a good time to
have a hands-free sex machine.

Since she didn’t, she kept thrusting and playing, going so
far as to pinch her pulsing love knot between her finger and thumb and jerk it.
Lost in sensation, the desire she’d known only with Hazard tightened deep
inside, setting off sweet flutters of sensation through her whole body.

Hazard’s voice grew deeper. He started singing again, his
words deeper and emphatic. A groan from her lips caused him to stop and talk
her through the self-pleasuring.

Finally, she crested the waves of orgasm, sending her off
into a world filled with Hazard’s voice and indescribable pleasure.

It took several deep breaths to come back to earth and realize
he wasn’t on the bed next to her. “Oh wow,” she said. “Hazard, that was good.”

“You were so good that I’ve got a boner the size of a
telephone pole and can’t open my fly to jerk myself off. Gonna have to escape
to the bathroom after this.”

“Too bad you’re not here. I’d help you come.”

“Let me finish up here so I can get back to you.”

“Okay.” Avery reached down to get the phone, placing it to
her ear.

“Do me one favor?”

“Yes?”

“Leave the dildo inside you for as long as you can. I’d like
to think you’ll imagine it’s me making love to you in your dreams.”

“I will,” she agreed, getting sleepier. “I’ll sleep great
until you come back. Bye, for now.”

“Bye, baby.” She told him to drive safely and turned off the
phone. Wrongly thinking she’d never fall asleep with a dildo in her pussy,
Avery settled herself more comfortably in bed and closed her eyes.

A night of sex, masturbation and a day at the spa caught up
with her. Sleep came easily.

Avery came awake when she heard a rustle beside her on the
bed.

A linebacker-strong arm came to rest at Avery’s waist,
drawing her against the broad expanse of his bare chest. The subtle brush of
chest hair tickled a little, delighting her. The smell of Lever 2000 and a
clean man tickled her nose.

“Hazard, you’re home,” she murmured, half afraid she’d only
dreamt the last day and a half.

“I’m here, baby,” he assured, tightening his hold so they
were completely aligned like a pair of spoons. As they lay together, he skimmed
his hand down between her legs to carefully withdraw the dildo she’d managed to
hold within her core.

With the toy out of the way, he shuffled closer, his
erection nudging the crack of her ass, tempting her to wonder if he’d ever take
her in a way she’d never do with anyone else.

Dare she tell him anal sex was on her bucket list?

“Missed you, know that, Avery Grant?”

“I do now. When did you get in?”

“Just now,” he answered.

“You showered quickly.”

“Took a shower at Jax’s place.”

“That was nice of you.”

“Sometimes I’m nice. I’d be nicer if you’d let me make love
to you.”

Becoming acutely aware that the dildo was gone, she
desperately wanted Hazard to replace the glass dick.

When he’d been away, she’d felt empty. Masturbation and
phone sex helped fill that void, but she’d truly missed him. Now that she’d
gotten to know him for the person he was, she didn’t know how she’d let go if
their feelings turned out to be part of a holiday vacation.

“Hazard, did you mean what you said on the phone?”

His fingers splayed out across her tummy, the lightest
strokes along her bellybutton delighting her fancy like nothing could. Instead
of using his strength to his advantage, he was gentle, patient.

His cock, rampant and hot, was pressed right up against her,
leaving a slightly sticky trail of precum between her butt cheeks. She was so
tempted by the idea of being taken there, she ground her hips.

Fear of discomfort stilled her.

“I said a lot on the phone. You’ll need to be more
specific,” he answered, drawing his hand up along her body to cup her right
breast. He was so big and strong, yet his touch was sensual and slightly
roughened by years of training for the rigorous requirements of professional
football.

“You’d said that we wouldn’t be done at the end of the week.
Be honest, please. I can’t pretend that I only want us to be casual fuck
buddies anymore. I simply can’t.”

“Face me. I’ll tell you the truth.”

Hazard brought her around until they lay face-to-face. He
smiled at her, looking incredibly handsome and better than she remembered. His
hair was freshly washed and hung down to his shoulders like warm caramel,
framing his face and accenting his lion-like eyes.

“Did you mean it, Trevor?” she asked, using his first name
to emphasize the importance of his response.

“I spoke from here,” he said, placing his hand over his
heart. “Are you having second thoughts? You’ve had a lot of time to think
today. If so, say so now, Avery.”

“The only second thought I’m having is the foolish idea that
we could have a no-strings-attached affair. Before we met, I had a crush on
you. My crush has become so much more significant than that.”

“Strings were attached the second we looked at each other
from across the club. They can’t be undone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Do I look mad?”

“You said you didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t want one.
Not until now. I was wrong.”

“Do you want to be my mine, Avery?”

Unable to fight the smile that came to her face, Avery’s
heartbeat fluttered with joy. Yes, oh, yes, she did want to be his.

“Yes, as long as it doesn’t scare you away. If all we have
is this time in Dare, I’ll treasure it forever.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go when we leave
Nevada.”

“And that doesn’t scare you? Scares me,” she confessed.
“You’re the first man I’ve wanted who wasn’t pushed onto me by my brother or father
and I realize I’m risking a broken heart. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Scares the ever-loving hell outta me, but not being with
you scares me a helluva lot more than your family.”

“There’s so much I’d like to do and learn from you. So yes,
I’ll be yours. Will you be mine?”

“I already am,” he stated, the panic she feared he’d feel at
this moment nonexistent. He smiled. His was confidence in full force. “The only
thing I ask for in return is honesty.”

“I’d never be any less.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised, leaning in to kiss her lips.

Drawn into his body with the stroke of his hand up her back,
she welcomed his embrace and his kiss. Kissing him was magic. His touch was
sincere. Opening up to him, Avery loved the way he stroked her and made her his
only focus.

His affection and sincerity was revealed in the depth and
passion of his kiss, in the strength of his touch that never once made her
afraid of pain or abuse. On the football field, he was aggressive and bold. In
bed, he was skilled and cognizant of her needs.

As much as they wanted each other, they didn’t rush. They
explored. By the time he peppered kisses all over her face and throat, their
hips were grinding against one another, each seeking that elusive, invisible
web of desire that ensnared them together in a sensual dance of their bodies.

At last, he pressed her back into the mattress, stopping
only long enough to reach into the bedside drawer and extract a condom. It
wasn’t long before he was sheathed and back where he belonged, on top of her.

Previously, the missionary position had seemed so basic and
uninspiring. Her experience with Timothy had caused her to accept a mundane sex
life. Even her mom told her that sex wasn’t the earthshattering experience
showcased in books or movies.

Hazard made sex exciting no matter the position, although
there was more on her bucket list of positions. Right here and now, she didn’t
care about the list. All she wanted was his kiss and his cock.

Giving her the kiss she desired most, Hazard’s tongue slipped
into her mouth, entwining around hers even as he aligned their bodies,
connecting them with one long, slow thrust.

“This is what I missed. No dildo is as good as you.”

“Neither was the hand job I had to give myself in the shower
to cool off. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than getting back here
and fucking you.”

“Then do it, big guy. Fuck me hard and make no excuses.”

“If you say so, my lady,” he granted.

Thrusting twice, he withdrew, causing her to grumble until
he hefted her legs up over his shoulders, bringing her ass right up off the
bed. Having to cup her butt cheeks in his gigantic hands to hold her steady, he
entered her swiftly and to the hilt.

Loving it, Avery did her part, squeezing her inner muscles
and thrusting back with as much force as possible. Hazard drove into her,
determined to show her his strength without causing a moment of panic or pain.

“Stroke your clit, baby,” he suggested. “Stroke it as I
would, don’t hold back.”

It only took a second to follow his lead, and oh, how exciting
it was to rub and stroke her clitoris in unison with his penetrating thrusts.
There was no mercy, just sex at its most basic.

Hazard gritted his teeth. His muscles were taut with
steel-like strength. He was superhuman, a lover unlike anyone she’d ever know,
ever wanted to know.

Continuing to circle her clit with her index finger, Avery
chased the delicious need building inside her, ultimately coming apart as waves
crashed and lifted her up again. With her the entire time, Hazard thrust deeply
and held very still, whispering how good it felt to come while his cock
throbbed within her core.

Avery drifted back to reality with a kiss that was every bit
as lovely as the first they’d shared and promised not to be the last.

“I love when we come together,” Hazard admitted between
kisses.

“I love it too. Thank you for the wakeup call. I could get
used to you as my alarm clock.”

“What would you like to do until we go to dinner? I thought
we’d go to a place down the block that specializes in fondue. It’s not all about
cheese.”

“I’d love that. There’s a fondue restaurant in Natick,
Massachusetts, that I’ve been to with Evelyn and Samantha. The dessert course
alone is a feast for the senses. What time’s dinner?”

“I made reservations for us at eight. I have a set at the
club at ten. We can try to catch Gabriel’s late show and return to our room
afterward.”

“Ladies at the spa gave glowing recommendations about Mr.
Krystiyan and that tickets to the show here in Dare are hard to come by. But
they had to be exaggerating on how many women visit here just to see him when
they’d stand a better chance at getting tickets for his Vegas gig.”

“The Vegas show is grander, but they weren’t wrong. Gabriel
is rarely seen without a woman on his arm, sometimes three or four. As soon as
he heads back to Vegas, the ladies disappear for parts unknown.”

“I bet. I’ve seen magazines dubbing him one of the sexiest
men alive and read somewhere that he’d like to become an actor. Creating
successful illusions requires showmanship, so he’d probably be great as a movie
star.”

“His show is different, I’ll grant you that. Gabriel and I
didn’t grow up together the way Jaxon and I did, but I’m glad he’s a friend. He
barely had two dollars in his pocket when he began apprenticing at a magic shop
and became a male dancer to keep from living out of his car.”

“No way! Seriously, Gabriel was a stripper?”

“He needed an income that would allow him to stay and make
it in Vegas, where magicians abound. Ended up creating and choreographing a
headlining show that featured magic for the all-male revue company he’d joined.
The ladies loved it, though some assumed he was gay because of the dancing.”

“Why is it that people assume a man who takes his clothes
off and can dance is gay? He did what he had to do to make it.”

“In Gabriel’s case, he started stripping at a gay club.
That’s where he met Jaxon, who easily recognized Gabriel wasn’t gay and
encouraged him to go to clubs for women.”

“Interesting, I got the impression that Jaxon’s as much into
women as he is in men.”

“He’s openly, proudly bisexual. Why?”

“I’m curious. He’s quite handsome, almost angelic, and yet
there’s something undeniably intriguing and sexy about him too. At a guess, I’d
say he’s incredibly skilled in the bedroom and has a complicated sex life.”

Hazard frowned at her then, making her wonder what she said.
“Are you jealous, Hazard? I don’t want to go jump in bed with Jaxon.”

“A little,” he admitted. “I don’t want to lose you now, even
if it’s to my best friend. I’ve had bad experiences with infidelity.”

Smiling, Avery reached over and touched Hazard’s face. “I
promised to be honest with you, Hazard. I’ve no wish to have sex with anyone
but you. Can you promise the same fidelity? If it’s too soon to ask for it,
that’s too bad. I’m not a pushover.”

“The only woman I’ll be looking at for a long time is you,
baby,” he said, giving her a kiss that made her heart dance with delight and
love. “The one thing I never saw you as was a pushover.”

Already extremely aware that she’d gone beyond having a
crush on her favorite linebacker, Avery didn’t let herself say anything out
loud.

If she voiced her love, she could chase him off. Hazard
wanted her to be his girlfriend. He’d said nothing about love. Pushing him or
cornering him would only result in a broken heart.

Hoping to let him know she was sincere when it came to
fidelity, she kissed him, putting her heart and soul into it.

Something changed in Avery as they kissed. Hazard wasn’t
really sure what happened, but when she sighed, he gathered her to him and let
her end the kiss when she was ready.

Several minutes went by before she drew back and looked into
his eyes, offering him a soft smile. The angle of lighting in the room
reflected upon her beautiful face.

Wanting her to feel more at ease with the rapid change in
their relationship, he touched his lips to her forehead, then withdrew from her
to discard his bright yellow condom.

Seeing his dick covered in neon yellow struck him as funny.
He laughed; fortunately, she’d cast her eyes down at the spent latex and giggled
warmly. Glad she wasn’t offended, he put the condom in the trash and turned
back to Avery.

“What’s the deal with the colorful condoms, Avery? Your
friends couldn’t just go buy Trojans. They had to buy colors and flavors along
with bells and whistles? Neon yellow made my dick look like a great big
banana.”

“If I said banana pudding is my favorite dessert, would that
mean anything?” she asked, relaxing in his arms.

“I love banana pudding and anything sweet. My mom used to be
a baker. I was born and raised on bakery goods.”

“No wonder you’re so big! Is she still making delicious
treats?”

“Unfortunately, my mother’s plan of opening her own bakery
never came to be and she ended up a travel agent. She still lives and works in
Nevada.”

“Why didn’t you go see her?”

“It’d be difficult. My mom, Maris, is currently traveling
with her latest husband,” he admitted, tensing a little.

“Your parents are divorced?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, Hazard. Divorce hits children hard.”

“It’s all right. I’m over it.” Even as he said it, he knew
he still struggled with memories of the fighting and the stony silences that
were often more frightening than the shouting matches.

When they were shouting, they were home. To a kid, hearing
his parents’ voices should be reassuring. For Hazard, he’d wait long into the
night to hear doors slam or a car peel away in the middle of the night or
return before the bus picked him up for school.