Double Dare (Neighbor from Hell 6)

“You don’t want to have sex?” she asked with a coy little smile as she pointedly looked at the fucking traitor who was more than willing to say the hell with everything and take what she was offering, no questions asked.

“We both know that I’d love nothing more than to shove you against that door, rip your shorts off and fuck you until our legs gave out and I was forced to fuck you on the floor, but I won’t,” he explained, completely agreeing with his cock when it jerked approvingly when a dark blush crept up Marybeth’s neck and face as she hungrily licked her lips.

“W-why not?” she asked, going ahead and licking those soft full lips that he remembered fondly wrapping around his cock and-

Christ, he really needed to focus.

“Because my offer ended the second that you left this bed. If you want a future with me then you’re going to have to be the one to make the next move, because I’m not going to give you another excuse to hide behind.”

Frowning, she said, “I’ve never-”

“Don’t,” he said, cutting her off. “No matter what you say or think, we both know that you never really planned on walking away. That was just the bullshit that you told yourself, because you wouldn’t let yourself want more. You knew that one day I’d get sick of this bullshit arrangement of yours and take matters into my own hands, giving you the excuse that you needed to take what you wanted.”

“And what exactly did I want?” she asked with that stubborn glint in her eye that he loved so much.

“Me,” he said firmly with a look that dared her to lie to him. “You needed me to take the choice out of your hands, because you couldn’t stand the idea of taking away the life you thought I deserved. If that’s what you needed so that we could be together that’s fine. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel safe, Marybeth, now and always, but I need you to make the next move. I need you to make this choice.”

For a long moment she stood there, watching him as he sat there, praying that he hadn’t just fucked this up and gave her the final push. After a lifetime of waiting for her, he was tired of chasing after her, but if that’s what she needed in order to accept what was between them, then that’s exactly what he would do. He’d never give her up and they both knew it.

Her beautiful lips pulled up into a smile as she took the final steps that would bring her to him. “I believe I already made my decision,” she said, brushing back her long black hair as she leaned down and-

He released a vicious growl as Marybeth took his cock in her mouth and gently sucked the tip. Licking his lips, he watched as she wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled away so that she could trace the tip of his cock with her tongue.

“Is this an acceptable answer?” she asked with a teasing smile as she slowly stroked his cock.

“It will do,” he groaned, licking his lips as he watched her take his cock back in her mouth.

“Did you miss me, Darrin?” the little tease asked as she allowed his cock to slip free from her lips so that she could run her tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Every fucking minute,” he growled as he reached over, grabbed her shirt and pulled it off, forcing her to release her hold on his cock.

Before her shirt hit the floor, he had her on her back and was tearing off her shorts. His mouth went dry when he saw just how wet she was. Mesmerized by the sight before him, he ran the back of his knuckles gently over her slit and nearly came when Marybeth followed the action by shifting her hips. He continued teasing her as he ran his eyes over her soft stomach, up to her large breasts, tipped with butterscotch nipples and then finally up to her beautiful face.

When she reached for him, he brushed his knuckles against her wet slit one last time before he went to her, eager to feel her arms wrapped around him and-

“I love you, Darrin,” she whispered, saying the words that he’d been dying to hear for what seemed like an eternity.

As he felt the last thread of his self-control snap, he could only pray that she found it in her heart to forgive him.

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“Darrin? Dar-oh, God!” she moaned, closing her eyes and gasping as she felt the first swipe of his tongue across her slit.

“So fucking good,” he growled, which seemed to be the only thing that he was capable of doing since she’d told him that she loved him.

Well, that and losing control, she mused, gasping when she felt the tip of his tongue flick over her clit. She gripped the pillow tighter as she shifted her knees further apart to give him better access, still struggling to fully understand how three simple words could make a somewhat rational man, he was a Bradford after all, lose control like this.

She’d barely managed to tell him the three words that she’d been keeping to herself for so long when she suddenly found herself flipped over onto her stomach, pulled up onto her hands and knees and Darrin’s mouth between her legs, devouring her. She vaguely thought about stopping him and asking him slow down so that they could draw this out, but she couldn’t force herself to do it. After a month of cold baths, horrible Lifetime movies and taking up and failing at over a dozen hobbies to distract herself from just how much she’d missed him, there was no way that she was going to say or do anything to stop this. 

“So fucking wet,” he said in that growl that had her toes curling in pleasure as he slowly slid a finger inside her.

“Darrin, please!” she begged with absolutely no shame as she pushed back against his finger.

Instead of answering her, he pressed a kiss against her bottom and added a second finger, making her wonder if he was trying to torment her to get back at her for the past six years. Not that she could blame him, she thought even as she decided that she would wring his damn neck if he didn’t move his ass and-

“Fuck,” he groaned long and loud as he suddenly slid inside her, making her gasp at the sudden intrusion.

She’d forgotten just how good he felt, she realized as he pulled back and slowly slid back inside her as he gripped her hips, keeping her locked in place. Her grip on her pillow tightened as she tried to push back, desperate for more, but he wouldn’t let her move. He kept her locked in place as he buried himself inside her.

She couldn’t believe that she’d survived an entire month without him. She’d missed him so much. Most days it had taken everything that she had along with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a bag of Hershey Kisses to stop herself from hunting him down and wrapping her arms around him. Even though she loved him, more than anything, he was first and foremost her best friend and up until a month ago she’d never gone a day without talking to him before.