Chapter 113 Human Plate
Eden’s Point of View
This is only a game, I told myself as we started, but now it is more than a game. As I did my dare, I wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but I had loosened up more than I can even explain, and dare I say I am beginning to trust him.
After the game, I was going to ask him.
I needed to know.
I want to be sure, before I lose myself completely in this beautiful yet dangerous man, I pull back from him.
“Thirty seconds is up,” I told him, as I crawled back to my former position, it’s my turn to dare him. He looked stiff and uncomfortable, but he nodded.
Which makes me wonder if I did anything wrong? Did I put too much saliva in his ears? Did I have bad breath? Goodness no, I drank quite a lot, maybe he could smell the alcohol on my breath.
“I pick truth this time around.” He muttered, and my eyes narrowed, wondering if he still had any more truths left. I picked up one of the cards anyway, and a small blush formed on my cheeks as my eyes combatted the outrageous question that I asked anyway.
“Have you ever looked forward to sleeping with me?” I asked, as outrageous as it was, I wanted to hear his answer.
“All the damned time.” He confessed, his dark eyes raking over me. “Even right now, the only thing I am thinking about is taking you right here on this floor, on top of these cards with your skirt raised above your waist.”
He didn’t have to be so graphic, or was he drunk? My eyes darted towards his glass; there was only a dare he refused to do, so he still had more drink, about four glasses. If anything, I am the drunk one.
“Well, I would like to continue playing,” I muttered softly. I would like my skirt to remain on my waist for the time being. I didn’t expect to have this much fun from such a lewd game. “You have no more truth anyway. Your turn.”
“I dare you to moan loudly for a minute.” He chuckled as soon as he was done reading, and then he dropped the card to the floor.
I covered my lips with my hands… fuck, this is so embarrassing, and I had no more drinks, I can’t avoid the dare.
“Go on.” He urged, he seemed so ready for it, and I glared at him. “And make sure to use my name while you do it.”
“The game didn’t specify, it just told me to moan,” I argued.
“I want you to moan my name out loud.” There was no room for compromise in his voice.
As stubborn as always, I cleared my throat as I prepared to moan. “Ahh…” I moaned softly.
“Louder.” He urged, his voice a little bit raspy.
“Uh…ah!” I was louder.
“Now say my name.” He insisted. “You do that, or I come over there to make you moan for real.”
I felt my heart stop in my chest, and my toes curled from anticipation. I pressed my thighs together.
“Um, hngh Theron.” I blushed as I called his name. “Ah, Uh, yes… Theron.”
I prayed that one minute passed quickly, because this seemed even more intense than when we make love, and my heart couldn’t take it anymore.
“Tell me to go faster and that you love it.” His voice came again.
“Um, faster, uh, oh, Theron,” I begged, feeling shame and embarrassment rise in me, but I liked it. “Yes, right there, yes, I love it.”
“You did wonderfully.” He smiled, “Now, remember all these because that is how I want you in bed from now on, active and spicy.”
How can he say things like that so casually? He is crazy. I quickly picked another card, the aftermath of the dare burning in my chest.
“I dare you to use me as a human plate.” I paused for a while, as I didn’t understand what the dare meant. I flipped the other side of the card, but there was nothing written there—that was just it. “What does human plate mean?”
Theron was already halfway getting up and then strolled towards me. He took the throw pillow from the couch and threw it on the floor, with a single push to the chest. I was looking at the ceiling.
My head was bouncing on the throw pillow that now cushioned me.
“Wait… what is going on?” I panicked trying to get up, but he held me down.
“I am not doing anything strange; it’s part of the game.” He answered, and my eyes went wide. “What do you think the ice cream and whipped cream were for? I am supposed to eat it off your body.”
That is what human plate mean? I felt myself relax my head back into the pillow, and my heart pounded in my chest as I wanted for him to be done with his dare.
“What do you prefer? Ice cream or whipped cream?” He asked, and I felt a shaky breath escape me.
“Use any of them,” I whispered nervously.
“Okay.” He took the can of whipped cream, and I closed my eyes as he put the whipped cream on my neck and ate it off. A small gasp escaped me as he licked my neck provocatively.
I felt his hands on my stomach, as he lifted my sweatshirt gently, I opened my eyes to see him putting whipped cream above my belly button, and he leaned in to eat it off while provocatively maintaining eye contact with me.
He was slow and deliberate, licking and moaning loudly as he did.
Fuck this man
“Ah…” An unintentional moan escaped my parted lips when I felt his hot tongue against my bare skin. He was done licking the cream, my body tensed, waiting for more. His tongue delved around my belly button, and I felt my back arch. “Um.” I bit down on my lips, trying to suppress the rest of the moan.
He raised my skirt slowly, and I felt air blow on my thighs. I was too turned on to stop him. I don’t care what he did anymore; I just wanted more.
He put whipped cream inside my thighs, and he ate it generously, his teeth grazing my skin softly as he did.
He took his sweet time, as he licked it, his nails dug into my thighs as he ate from it, I could vividly feel the slick wetness in my panties now, I was drenched.
“Do you want to end the game?” He asked curiously, as he came back to my face, putting the whipped cream on my lips. “You can nod if you want to play something more dangerous with me.”
Without thinking twice, I nodded, and he dropped the can before slamming his lips on mine, eating up my lips along with the whipped cream he put on them.