Chapter 17 TRUTH OR DARE.
LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.
I pull up to the front of her house a few minutes into the night. Grabbing my phone, I shoot her a text.
ME: Come outside.
Three dots appear instantly.
SUNSHINE: What do you mean?
I could imagine her scrunching up her little button nose in confusion as she typed away at her phone.
ME: We're going to the spot, remember?
SUNSHINE: I thought that was tomorrow.
It was, but like the selfish bastard I am, I wanted her to myself before the guys got there.
ME: That's for the guys; you and I should go there earlier. I have something to show you.
She doesn't reply, but her curtains shift as she raises two outfits for me to choose from. They both look horrible, so I shake my head negatively before walking to her door and ringing the bell.
The sound of her running down the steps draws a smile from my lips. She opens the door and quickly pulls me in like I'm a secret she doesn't want anyone to see.
"Hurry!" She whispers. "Let's go up." She said, unaware of the tension in my groin and chest at the sight of her right now.
She's dressed in shorts that should be banned from all stores, especially if she looks as hot as she does. Her little top barely covers the skin of her stomach, as her breasts stare back at me, tempting me to lean in for a taste.
She looks at me strangely, and I notice she has asked me a question, but my undressing of her with my eyes, and the sinful way she's dressed, blur everything else around me.
"Did you say something?"
"Yes, let's go up." She says, pulling me along as she walks in front of me. Her ass stares back at me as she moves, tempting me to have a feel of it.
As hard as it is, I shake the thought of peeling her clothes off her body, and choose a cute enough dress for tomorrow, and in no time, we're out of the house.
The road to The Spot is the kind you don’t take by accident. It's narrow, unlit, by a large body of water, and curling up into the hills like it’s leading you out of the world. The only sound in the car is that of my engine and the occasional crunch of gravel under the tires.
She sits beside me, with her arms folded, and her eyes darting between the windshield and me like she’s trying to decide whether this is a kidnapping or a date.
“Relax, Rabbit,” I say, watching the faint reflection of her frown in the glass, while I act like the thought of her this close to me doesn't send my heart into an overdrive. “If I wanted to bury you in the woods, we’d have taken a left six miles ago.”
Her lips twitch, but she doesn’t give me the satisfaction of a laugh, as her eyes dart between the road ahead and the one behind.
When we pull up, the place looks like nothing; it's just a tall, blocky sports complex left to rot, at least on the outside. I kill the engine, get out, and round the car to help her with the door. We walk together to the building up ahead, her breath is caught in the dark as she clings to me with tight fingers fastened to my arm.
"No one's gonna bite you, sunshine." I chuckle, but her grip tightens on my arm till we get to the door.
A hidden steel door, a code only the guys and I know on a keypad, the groan of rusted hinges--and then we’re inside.
We climb three flights of stairs. When I push open the final door, the wide rooftop spreads out under the night sky. String lights dangle overhead, swaying in the breeze. The air smells faintly of smoke from the fire pit in the center, surrounded by mismatched leather chairs and low tables scattered with empty glasses from the last time I was here. The city sprawls in the distance, a galaxy of lights under the black.
“This is…” she starts, and then stops herself.
“Mine,” I finish.
"But this isn't where the spot is," I said, and walked to the latch hidden in the floor, before pulling on it to reveal a flight of stairs.
"Come on." She looks at me with skepticism and takes a small step back.
"Down there? How do I know you don't plan on killing me and stuffing my body there so no one would know?"
I smirk; "We'll have to find out, then."
She purses her lips and mumbles something under her breath before walking to the latch and climbing down the stairs.
I follow behind her with a smile on my face.
"Whoa." She says into the dark. It's pitch black until I press the button in my pocket, and the room is bathed in light.
"Wow." She gasps, looking around.
"Like it?" She gasps again, startled this time around, as she turns around to face me.
She nods with her mouth open and turns back to face my secret cave, hidden away from everyone else in the world, including my father and the guys.
She's the first person I've ever brought down here.
I guide her to a chair, then pull a bottle from under the table. It's imported whiskey I pulled out from my stash of alcohol, the dark amber, with a price tag worth more than a year's budget in some organisations.
Two shot glasses clink onto the table, where I place the bottle.
“We’re playing a game,” I say.
She raises a brow as she takes off her jacket. “What kind of game?”
“Truth or Dare. There is no skipping, no mercy. If you refuse, you take a shot.”
Her eyes narrow, challenging me. “And if I don’t want to play?”
I lean back, swirling the liquid in my glass. “Then we drink until you do.”
She mutters something under her breath but leans forward in her seat, her legs crossing in that defensive way that makes me want to uncross them.
Round One
I let her go first,
"Truth or dare?"
She looks at me with a smirk of her own, but I see the glint of apprehension in her eyes.
"Truth." She plays it safe; smart move, sunshine.
“What’s your biggest fear?” I ask.
Her answer is quick, too quick. “Failing.”
It catches me off guard. It's not what I expected. She downs her shot without waiting for my reaction, amber liquid catching the firelight in her glass.
“My turn,” I said.
"Truth or dare." She asks.
"Dare."
She smirks. “Take off your jacket.”
I raise a brow. “That’s all?”
“For now.”
The leather slides off my shoulders easily as I slip it off. Her eyes linger on my arms for a moment too long before she looks away, thinking I didn't catch that.
Round Two
The game goes on, and it's her turn again.
"Truth or dare," I ask, and she does something I never expected her to do.
"Dare." She makes her pick.
I smirk. “Take off your sweater."
She hesitates for a second, then she takes the piece of clothing off, revealing a small tube top that barely covers her large tits.
Fuck.
Blood rushes to my groin again at the sight of her tits, as the urge to have a taste of them nips at me.
This will be hard.
It was my turn again, but I told her to pick for me instead.
She picks the truth for me. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”
I pour another shot, let the silence stretch until she leans in, impatient. “I don’t forget faces,” I say finally. “Ever. And I don’t forgive them, either.”
Round Three
The whiskey starts to warm her cheeks as she leans closer to me, her slight drunkenness helping her bravery.
I dare her to sit beside me. She hesitates, then moves. She plops down beside me, the brush of her thigh against mine sending a sharp jolt of arousal through me.
She chooses for me again, and dares me to whisper something in her ear without her reacting.
I lean in, and the feel of the soft skin of her neck brushes against my lips, with my lips grazing the curve where her jaw meets her neck. My voice is low enough to be dangerous and seductive. “Touch me again like that, and I’ll make you scream my name like it's both a plea and a prayer.”
Her breath stutters as she shivers slightly. She reacts.
“You lose,” I murmur, pouring her another shot.
We keep going, and the questions get sharper, as she and I tether on a line neither of us dares cross; yet. . By the time we’re done, she’s flushed, and her knees are angled toward me. I have one of her legs on my thighs, and I’m fighting the urge to push this further than I should tonight.
I could kiss her. I could taste the whiskey on her lips and feel that stubborn mouth give in, and it's what I do.
No longer fighting restraint, I crash my lips to hers, dropping my glass on the table beside hers. Her hands wrap around my shoulders as she pushes me closer to her. We battle for dominance, as my lips and hers clash violently and passionately, like we're both satisfying a craving we've had for the longest time.
I know I am.
After a few more kisses and tangling, she opens her mouth, succumbing to me. With a satisfied groan, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, tasting the whiskey on it as she leans back into the chair, pulling me on top of her with a moan.
I push her hands up, restraining her from touching me as her skirt angles up to reveal a red, slim thong that I long to rip off with my teeth.
I pull back and stare at her green eyes, which lock in on my blue ones as she moans beneath me.
"You want this?" I ask, and she nods, whispering, "Yes, please."
A whimper escapes her lips as I dive in again with my lips on hers, and my hands on her inner thigh, plain against the material of her thong.
With another whimper as I leave her lips, and focus on the skin of he neck instead, she grinds her pussy against my hands as I caress her little nub.
"How much do you want it?"
"So much, please." She whimpers, biting her lips. It is in this moment that I realise one of her tits has escaped the enclave of her little tube top, as the nipple stares back at me.
Hard, peaking, pleading fr my mouth, and I give in. My lips close around her nub as I tug and pull on it, teasing.
"Hmm." Sh =e whimpers again, and moans, still grinding on my hand, rubbing on her pussy.
"Can I pull your panties aside, baby?" I asked, wanting her consent.
"Please." She whimpers.
"Please, what?" I needed to hear her say it, to see her face as she says the words that could render me undone.
"Please take off my panties." She says, and without wasting a second, I tug on it, ripping the material off her pussy.
I lift her thighs and angle her pussy to my face, before diving in for the best meal of my life.
She screams as soon as my tongue makes contact with her clit, as her hand darts into my hair. She pulls and tugs on it with every lick from me, and every moan from her.
"Oh!" She screams as she grinds her pussy in my face. With no restraint, I let loose, sucking her clit into my mouth, as my fingers dive into her tight hole.
"That's right, baby, scream for me," I whisper against her pussy before diving back in for another taste.
Her sweat juices fill my mouth with every lick. I feel her walls tighten around my tongue, and a few seconds later, her body locks against my lips.
And she comes.
"Oh!!!" She screams violently, her hands gripping tighter on my hair as her orgasm consumes her. I don't stop licking her, though, through her orgasm, I suck harder on her clit, making her scream louder as she fights between pushing me away or pulling me closer.
"Please!" She whimpers, pulling my face further into her pussy as she comes.
Until every last bit of her juices fills my mouth, I don't stop licking.
The thought of it bites at me, as the fantasy blurs into the wind, as she stares at me with a blank expression.
Instead of doing as I fantasized, I tell her, “The Horsemen are joining us tomorrow. You’ll see why this place matters.”