Sunday, July 21st, 2013
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me. His arms find their way around my lower back as he reciprocates my embrace.
The kiss breaks, and I move my hand to his chest, thrumming my fingers against him. "So you're not gonna tell me the question, huh?"
"Correct," he responds breathily, still holding me close.
"That's OK, want to play a game?" I ask innocently.
"That depends, what game?"
"Truth or dare." I break into a devious smile.
"Sounds dangerous," he responds, his voice dipping lower.
"It's completely harmless, and I promise I won't ask a thing about the question! Pleeasee?" I bat my eyelashes.
"If you'll recall, you aren't supposed to be worked up when it comes time to answer the question," Abel says, cocking an eyebrow.
"Fine, fine. I promise I won't dare you to do anything sexual, OK? Now can we play?"
"This feels like a trap..." He hesitates. "But alright."
"Woo!" I cheer, leaping back from his arms and pumping my fists in the air. "First, let's go somewhere more comfy. Follow me to the living room?"
He nods, and I take the lead, bringing us to the living room and plopping on the couch, patting the cushion beside me.
"Do you want to go first, or shall I?" I ask as he sits.
"You're welcome to start," he says, dipping his head to me.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Scared?" I taunt him.
"A little," he says, grinning slightly.
"I'll go easy on you at first. And this question won't even make you squirm, I'm honestly just curious... why did you let me have Taylor?"
"That's an easy one," he starts, setting his hand on my thigh. "You don't know too much about what it was like on the blue team before you came over, but Dave and I got along quite well."
"Yeah, but Taylor was the last to be eliminated aside from us. She had to have been better than him, right?"
"Maybe, but either way, I know Dave will do his best for me. Perhaps even better knowing that he was my first pick."
That makes sense. Dave seemed eager to listen to Abel. And they've never had a problem working together before.
"Alright, your turn," I concede.
"Truth or dare?"
"Gimme a dare!" I can't help but wonder what he's going to dare me to do, especially since he doesn't want me to get worked up.
"I know exactly how to keep you cooled down," Abel says, a grin spreading across his face.
"How?"
"Go get a glass of two ice cubes, would you?"
Oh goodness, ice? "Okay..." I stand up and head to the kitchen, take a glass, and plunk two ice cubes in from the freezer before returning to the living room.
"What do you want me to do with these?"
"Simple, put them in your clothes."
My eyes widen. "Anywhere?"
He shrugs. "Sure, wherever you like, sweetheart."
I remove an ice cube and set it in my hand, shivering at the thought of putting it against my skin... but I'm not chickening out on my dare. Plus, I can't help but think this is a good chance to tease him.
Without a second thought, I pull open my Chef's jacket and set it over the back of the couch. Then, I pull off my undershirt, leaving me in my black bra. He visibly tenses, and I roll my eyes. "Hey, I just don't want my work clothes all wet."
I slip the first ice cube into my bra and shudder as the cold contacts my sensitive skin. Before I can stop myself, I pull off my work pants and slip the second ice cube directly into my panties. It takes all of my concentration to not yelp as it slides lower.
"This is extremely cold," I complain, carefully sitting on the couch again.
"I told you to not get worked up, this was the best way I could think to keep you chilled out," he responds with a playful smile.
Dammit, that didn't work. He's still colder than these fucking ice cubes.
"Oh ha ha," I say, sticking out my tongue and shivering as the ice in my bra melts a bit. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Oh, so you grew some balls, eh?"
He gives me a pointed look and ignores my provocation. "What's the dare?"
"try to do a handstand and drink a glass of water. I'll help you if you need."
Abel looks contemplative before nodding. "Alright." He takes my now empty glass from my hand and goes into the kitchen, returning with it filled with water and setting it on the rug.
He removes his Chef's jacket and sets it beside mine, then effortlessly does a handstand on a cleared area of the rug and looks at me upside down. "Well?"
I shake myself out of shock and stand, the ice cube in my panties slipping lower and sending a jolt through my body. "I didn't know you could do it that easily," I gripe. "The dare wasn't supposed to be easy."
"It isn't easy, sweetheart. I can't stay like this forever." He winks. "Mind helping with the water?"
I make my way over to him and crouch, picking the glass up and holding it to his lips before tilting it.
It doesn't take long before he sputters, water dribbling out. He coughs and has to let himself drop onto his side, coughing up more water. Meanwhile, I laugh until my sides hurt and he pushes my thigh with his hand, looking disgruntled from where he's laid out on the floor but smiling through teary eyes.
"Truth or dare, (Y/N)?" He asks as soon as he collects himself and sit cross-legged on the floor beside me, his face still a little red.
"Let's do a truth."
"Tell me, are you happy with everything in this relationship, from both Gordon and me? It's all new, but I want to know if I'm doing alright. Be honest, please," he says sincerely.
I can tell he is serious about his question, so I take my time to think about it before answering.
"I've never done something like this before," I start, "and I wasn't sure about it at first." The ice cubes are halfway melted and a shiver runs involuntarily through me. "But I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. I spent most of my time alone before you guys. Now, having not only one but two people who care about me so intensely is the most incredible feeling in the world."
"So, we're doing well?" Abel asks, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck.
"Superbly, my dear," I say with a purr. "But there is one thing..."
"What is that?" He asks, looking concerned.
"I could use some more open honesty."
"I'm always honest with you."
"Then tell me what the question was!" I pout.
His lips become a flat line. "I wasn't being dishonest in not telling you, I'm keeping my promise."
I throw my arms up, falling back to the ground with a dramatic sigh. He leans over me and pecks my nose, ruining my disgruntled face by making me smile.
"OK, OK, truth or dare?" I giggle.
"Dare."
I think hard. How can I make him suffer for not sharing the juicy question with me?
Aha!
"Join me in laying on the floor." I pat beside me on the rug.
He looks wary, but obeys, laying beside me.
"Now stay completely still. If you move, you lose!"
"It's possible to lose truth or dare?" He asks.
"Hush!" I silence him with a finger to his lips. "Close your eyes."
"Should I worry?"
"Shhh! Talking counts as moving," I scold.
He falls silent, places his hands beside him, and closes his eyes.
Perfect.
Ever so slowly, I sit up and move a leg over his pelvis, straddling him. To my surprise, he remains still.
Carefully, I roll his t-shirt up and expose his lean abs. I then slip my fingers into my bra and grab the last sliver of ice, placing it just above his navel and sliding it between the rivets in his muscles. Annoyingly and somewhat impressively, he doesn't move as the last of the ice melts.
Alright then, I'll have to get more intense to get him to break. Besides, I'm not asking him to do anything sexual, this is all me.
I lift myself onto my knees, scoot down to his legs, and undo his belt and zipper. I can't exactly pull them off because of the position he's in, so I make do with what I have available and run my fingers along his waistband.
"You're gonna regret not sharing the question with me, Abel," I say, curling a finger under his waistband and tugging it down.
***It's gettin' hot in here... smut time!***
Ever so gently, I take hold of his rapidly hardening cock between one finger and my thumb.
"Someone's excited..."
Using that delicate touch, I stroke him with the lightest contact I can manage. Once he's fully hard, I bend and lick from the base to the tip once before resuming my tantalizing motions.
His chest moves with quickened breaths, but he remains motionless otherwise.
"I bet you wish you'd told me the question right about now, then I would be so willing to let you cum," I say wistfully, trailing my fingertip around the head before kissing the tip where a bead of pre-cum has accumulated. His cock twitches excitedly, but I don't give it any more attention than the gentle caresses of my finger and thumb.
When I notice I'm grinding against his leg, I realize the wetness in my panties isn't entirely melted ice. Maybe I can make him even more sorry than he denied me.
Without stopping my hand, I remove my soaked panties as stealthily as I can. He's breathing more rapidly now, but aside from his hands now being balled into fists, he hasn't moved. I scoot up on my knees until I'm angled over his now incredibly hard cock before lowering myself onto the underside of his shaft. The heat of his erection immediately warms my chilled pussy, and I let out a groan of pleasure, slipping against his length.
This reminds me of the first time I'd played with him, where he wasn't ready to take me, but now I'm the one keeping him from having any release. But I can't help how good it feels, and I know I'm getting worked up for real now, but I can't stop. It doesn't take long before I'm leaning into his chest, bringing the head of his cock to my entrance before slipping against it and not allowing it to penetrate me. This is teasing me almost as bad as it is teasing him, I'm sure. His eyes are scrunched closed as he struggles to obey my rules.
"Such a good boy, if only you'd tell me what the question is, I'll let you inside..."
I hold the head of his dick against my entrance and roll my hips, my clit enjoying the attention.
"Come on, Abel," I tempt him, kissing the side of his neck. "Tell me..."
Gordon's angry, commanding voice comes from the side of the room opposite the front door, shocking us both.
"Anyone want to tell me what in the bloody fuck is going on?"