Dare You Forever (Brothers of Ink and Steel #2.5) by Allie Juliette Mousseau Page B

them again. Not until I tell you to.”
    My lips part and I suck in a shocked breath.
    It’s consensual bondage—my arms over my head and body exposed to his liking, for his taking. With anyone else this might feel risky, but with Josh, I feel nothing but pure abandon.
    He no longer touches me, but brings his head and mouth near to my center, burns his gaze into mine and gently blows his warm breath over my intimate area.
    I mewl and realize he’s turning the seductive tables on me.
    He watches my face as he reaches between my legs and slowly pulls the zipper down until my naked, very hot core is laid bare.
    “Don’t move,” he instructs.
    He licks my clit, lightly, tentatively. Then Josh uses his soft warm lips, kissing down my pearl, over my labia, until he’s at my ass, before bringing his incredible tongue all the way back up to my clitoris, making my legs shudder.
    I’m so utterly open to him—physically, spiritually, emotionally, mentally.
    “I love your pussy—the way it’s on display like this—you’re so fucking hot!” His animal words make my eyelids grow heavy with lust and want.
    He swallows the last of his remaining whiskey and pulls an ice chunk between his lips, and then sets it against my clit.
    I cry out at the sensation of the frigid thing, but as he works it around my need, the ice becomes slick and slippery, mixing with the melting water, his saliva and my own wetness—the cold feels amazing against my heated flesh.
    My legs are becoming tingly and numb from staying in the unaccustomed position.
    I can tell the ice is getting smaller as Josh’s lips rub against me more often. A moment later he throws his head back, swallowing the remaining chunk, then falls over my pussy with his hot open mouth, making love to it with abandon! The contrast of the hard, cold ice to the soft red heat drives me into a frenzy.
    A throaty cry escapes me from the extreme sensations, and he grabs hold of my ass in both his rough, strong hands, digging his fingers into my flesh.
    I can’t hold myself up any longer and my legs give out.
    I think that’s what Josh was expecting, and he holds me up against his face, eating me like he’s never tasted me before.
    “Oh my God, Josh, I’m so fucking close!” I pant.
    Quickly, he works each of my legs over his shoulders, gets his bent knee under us and literally bench presses me into the air! I stay wrapped completely around his face as he stands and walks to the bed—his tongue diving and dipping into my hole.
    I look down to his face the moment he looks up into mine. My body starts to wiggle and buck.
    He grabs my arms roughly.
    “No, please don’t stop.”
    “I’ll never stop.” He lowers me onto the bed and drops his pants. “Touch yourself.”
    “What?”
    “Work your clit. I want to watch,” he mandates.
    I slip my hand between my legs and into my own wetness, and I massage myself in a circular motion.
    “Imagine, as you rub yourself in your most silken area, that it heightens my pleasure to behold your body, in all of its wonder, surrendering its power to the sensations it feels.”
    “Oh my God, the letter!” He’s reciting the letter he gave me to use the night before the wedding when I was all worked up—but I didn’t want to without him.
    “Imagine feeling the sensation of my hard body as I lay over top of you—my dick so close to being inside you—as I lick your tits …”
    As he speaks it, he does it. My breasts reach towards him as my back arches. “Let me put my mouth all over them …” He kisses over the mounds. “They’re so beautiful.”
    I moan unabashedly.
    “I’m now swirling my wet tongue over your nipple before I pull it inside of my wanting mouth to suck your flesh.”
    I cry out, “Fuck me, Josh!”
    “Do as I say!” he commands. “Push your finger inside your pussy.”
    I immediately obey.
    “I’m watching to make sure you do it right—now slide it in and out.”
    My breathing is completely fucked and I