“Yuck, it smells like the trailer park dumpster in here.” Paige said loud enough for Gia to hear.
“What?” Maddox finally looked at Paige
"What did that fat-freak want?" Paige asked.
“Where do you see fat?” Maddox asked.
“Her ass is horrific.” she dramatically shivered in repulsion.
“Some men like curvy women.”
“Gross, why?” she asked in disgust.
Maddox looked at Gia who was grinning at him, a little too sure of herself. Did she actually think he would give up the game for a girl who annoyed him? On the contrary, this was an easy one. He took the drink from Paige’s hand, looked over at Gia with a wink, then yelled "Slut!" as he poured the contents down Paige's head. What he did not expect was the hard slap that Paige dealt him. When Paige walked away screaming, Gia walked back over to him giggling.
"Bonus," she sang, but he grinned in a way he had never grinned before and she cut her glee short, “I didn’t expect her to smack you. That was hysterical.”
"Trust me, I have all intentions of paying you back for that added bonus."
"You don't have enough imagination to pay me back."
"I dare you to strip-"
"You already did that." she cut him off. "Are you running out of ideas? Just like a Payne to be non-creative."
"You didn't let me finish, I dare you to strip naked for me." he said and she looked at him warily. "Not so smug now, are you?" he said with an arrogance she normally could not resist. She still did not answer him and he saw her hesitation. "Do I win?" he asked putting the bow in his pocket.
He had laid the bet and she knew the rules. One more second of hesitation before she accepted the dare and she disqualified herself. No way would she let him win this.
"Not a chance. Right here?" she asked putting her hands to the top of her dress, ready to pull it down.
"No!" he barked as he grabbed her hands roughly, he couldn't suffer through that again, he didn't know why, but he didn't want another man to see her like that. Hell, he did not want them to see her in this skimpy dress let alone without it. He did not understand it, but he could not stop the way he felt and he refused to make himself crazy about it any longer. "Come on." he grabbed her arm and took her upstairs to the guest room.
He knew Marko's house as well as he knew his own, he also knew that no one would dare to enter the prohibited area, Marko would not allow it. He led her into the room, locking the door behind them. He turned on the light then sat on the bed as she stood across the room from him, watching him warily.
"Closer." he said and she came a little closer. "Come here!"
"You didn't say that I had to be close." she objected.
"But I didn't say that you could be far away." He debated and she glared at him, but stepped closer. When she was close enough to where he could grab her arm, he pulled her between his spread legs.
“That’s close enough.”
"Come on, let me see you." he said.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, no man had ever seen her naked before, now as fate would have it, or should she say 'dare' would have it, the first man to ever see her naked was her natural born enemy. She just had to do it and get it over with. She grabbed the bottom hemline then in one quick move she pulled it over her head. He looked at her, her breasts straining against the strapless pink bra and her tiny, pink panties sat low on her full hips. She reached behind her, and with iron winged butterflies attacking her stomach, she unhooked her bra. Taking a deep breath, she quickly pulled it off, baring her breasts to him. His breath caught in his chest.
Her large breasts were perfection, full mounds jutting off her chest, her nipples soft and he wanted nothing more than to harden them. She was so tempting, the forbidden fruit he wanted to devour, he wanted to touch, kiss, suck and bite every inch of her body. He watched as she slid the panties down and off, revealing her little raven triangle. She was amazing and he had never seen a body as tempting as hers in his life. She was a vision, a perfect goddess standing before him baring her delectable charms, but she was still his enemy.
She saw the look on his face, it warmed her skin straight through to her bones. She had been so nervous at first, but now the thrill of it had gotten to her. She felt a sense of self-awareness and pride she had never experienced before. She had never cared about her body, she had never even looked at herself, now she noticed every inch and felt every pore, wide open and filled with the heat from his stare. She was more proud standing there naked, rendering her overaggressive, chauvinistic-foe stupefied and speechless, then she had ever been about any accomplishment. She had no idea she could make him have this reaction and she wanted to prolong it. She held her hand out for the bow and he slowly took it out of his pocket then dropped it in her hand. He did not care how bad his dare would be, it would be well worth it.
"My turn." she grinned.
"Do your worse." he smiled with contentment.
She envisioned all of the wicked dares that she could think of, even the ones she had developed over the years but waited for the perfect time to unleash. Well now was that perfect time, but all of her feelings of revenge had disappeared and there was only one dare that she truly wanted.
"I dare you to strip naked for me." she said almost nervously but still held her chin high. She did not know why she wanted him to, she could not even begin to understand this, all she knew was what she felt and she was going with it. He grinned and stood up but she did not step back, which forced their bodies closer. Used to undressing and dressing in tight situations, he was naked in a minute standing proud before her, in all of his glory, his massive cock hard and almost touching her stomach. Their eyes locked, neither of them flinching under the intensity. He sat back on the bed and held his huge hand out, she dropped the bow in it, but he immediately held it back up.
"I dare you to let me touch you." he said and she looked at him.
"This is crazy. What are we doing?" she asked putting her arms over her breasts, her adrenalin pumping and the oddest thrill rushing through her. She was standing completely naked in front of her blood-sworn enemy and she loved every minute of it. She should be home studying, not here with him. She had actually wanted him to touch her, but now that he dared her she felt a hesitation, and he saw it.
"Don't lose the game now, Gia." he said honestly, pulling her arms down to her sides, wanting desperately to touch those full, firm mounds. She shook her head leaving her arms still.
"I wouldn't think of it." she stepped even closer to him.
He was unable to take his eyes off her, unable to do anything but admire her for a moment and an unreal excitement rushed through him, making him smile. He reached out and lightly touched the undersides of her large breasts, she shivered a little and her nipples puckered.
His strong hands were exquisite and supplied a feeling she had never experienced before. He watched her breathing quicken and her breasts quivered as she unknowingly tried to push them further into his hands. He was careful to avoid the sensitive peaks that were begging for his touch. He watched as her nipples tightened, the hard tips extending towards him and his cock pulsed. His fingers were so close to her nipples, she felt her skin constrict and she wanted to scream, beg or cry for him to touch them before she exploded.
He could not resist any more either and he ran his fingertips over the taunt peeks, ever so lightly. She gasped as a feathery tickle went down her spine and a deep pulse began between her legs. He loved her response, the way her body reacted to his touch, she responded the way a woman should, natural and from the soul. He had been with many girls who treated sex like a performance, but he knew watching her now, that she was incapable of that.
He touched her breasts as if it was the first time he had ever touched a woman before. He slowly traced the circle, driving her crazy before he finally touched the very tip. He then took her nipple between his fingers and rolled it gently, she was breathing erratically with her back slightly arched. Still manipulating one tip, he slid his other hand down her soft belly then straight down to little black patch. He ran his fingers through the silky strands then slid his finger lower, between her moist lips. She jumped, and pulled back a little, but he pulled her right back to him. Even though her body looked like it had been made especially for sex and her sensual movements were that of a natural born seductress, he could still see her awkward innocence shining through.
He did not want to go too fast then have her stop, he had already exceeded his time for the dare, she could stop any time now and have still fulfilled her end of the bet. So as much as he hated to do it, he picked the red bow off the bed and handed it to her, his other hand still on her ass holding her close to him. She took it in her hand and held it tight, staring into his eyes, breathless and slightly dazed.
There was something there, something in his eyes that she knew and trusted. Something she had relied on over the years, something that had never let her down even if it was just a game between enemies. She never wanted the game to stop, before it had been all about winning and proving who was the smartest. Now it had changed again and she wanted more of what it had become. She knew she should not do it, she swore she could hear her father yelling at her for her disloyalty, he would hate her for this, but she could not stop herself if she wanted to. Her brain was fogged over with a desperate need to continue feeling the remarkable things he was using to awaken her body.
"I dare you to kiss me," she said handing him the bow, he didn't even take it, he pulled her head to his then kissed her with everything he had been holding back inside, and she kissed him back just as desperately. He possessed her mouth, loving the taste of her, his hands on her breasts, playing on her nipples. Her hands went around his head, holding him close and leaning into his strength, because if she let go she knew she would be swept completely off her feet.
He pulled her closer, his hand on her butt as he lifted her up and sat her on his lap, straddling his thighs. She went willingly and blindly, so she did not break the kiss that she never wanted to stop. He used his hand on her butt to hold her so she would not fall back, his other hand went between her spread legs, feeling her juices soaking her flesh. He found her clit, as hard as her nipples, and then massaged it as she cried out into his mouth. He broke the kiss, needing to look at her beautiful face as he touched her. He laid a soft kiss on her lips, and then he bent his head, kissing each nipple just as softly, before taking one deep into his mouth. She cried harder, her back arching deeply, he held her tight, his strong arm allowing her any movement she chose without slipping off his lap. When he stopped, she cried in protest.