A Game for Kara and Jake
# Electric Confessions Kara’s silhouette leaned against the kitchen doorway, still dressed in her work blacks, a conspiratorial smirk tugging at lips that rarely stayed still. Jake looked up from the counter, the amber light catching the i
Chapter 1
Kara’s silhouette leaned against the kitchen doorway, still dressed in her work blacks, a conspiratorial smirk tugging at lips that rarely stayed still. Jake looked up from the counter, the amber light catching the ink along his forearms, the dark whiskers of his beard framing a slow, questioning grin. He didn’t need words—his arched brow asked plenty.
“Hey, Jake,” she breathed, her voice a shade lower than usual, “I need to talk to you about something.”
He set down his glass, the air between them growing dense before her next syllable. “What is it?”
She sauntered two steps closer, barefoot now, the playful spark in her eyes igniting something deeper. “A woman at the bar tonight… curvy, confident, eyes that undressed everyone she talked to. She slipped me an invitation after her third cocktail. Said she and a few friends have a penthouse suite this weekend—floor-to-ceiling windows, a roaring view, and a very specific game she wants us to join.”
Kara paused, savoring the tension she’d lit. Jake’s pulse was already a drumroll; his adventurous blood recognized a dare before it was spoken. “Truth or dare,” she continued, a teasing lilt lifting the edges, “but not the vanilla kind. She whispered things that made my thighs press together. A room full of strangers, swapping more than secrets. Everyone there looking to play, to be played with… all night, with no rush.”
She watched the shift in his chest, the way his jaw tightened. “She needs an answer tonight, Jake. What do you think?”
The question hovered like a live wire. His eyes held hers, a silent electric conversation where fantasy stripped away every polite layer. No hands reached out—none needed to. The hotel felt closer already, its imagined sheets already tangled between them.
Chapter 2
Jake’s grin sharpened, a slow, knowing curve that mirrored the one Kara wore. “I mean… it would be fun.” His voice was a low vibration she felt across the kitchen tiles.
Kara’s breath caught, then she let it out in a playful laugh that didn’t quite hide the excited tremor underneath. “I thought so too,” she replied, stepping close enough that her work blacks brushed against the scuffed toe of his boot. “She made it clear—we get dressed up. The women are supposed to dress really sexy.”
She let the words settle, watching Jake’s eyes slide from her face down to the slope of her neck, then lower still. His tongue touched the corner of his mouth.
“Then you’d better show me what you had in mind,” he said, not quite a command but not a question either.
Kara’s smile turned secret. She turned and walked toward the bedroom, her hips carrying the rhythm of a dare. Twenty minutes later, the bathroom light clicked off and she paused in the doorway. The dress was a slip of burgundy silk that ended an inch below dangerous—thin straps, a neckline that dipped low enough to show the swell of her breasts, no back at all. She’d added nothing underneath.
Jake was leaning against the dresser when he saw her. His hand paused mid-air, a tie halfway knotted, and his eyes went dark.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and the single word was all the confirmation she needed.
Kara walked over, letting him get a full look, her bare skin almost humming. “They said the other women would be just as bold. Strangers, Jake. Eyes on me, eyes on you… and nobody in a hurry.”
His fingers found her hip, the silk liquid-warm under his touch. He pulled her nearer, his beard grazing her shoulder. “We’re not even out the door,” he murmured against her ear, “and I already want to play a round of truth or dare right here.”
She tilted her head back, lips parted, but instead of kissing him she pressed her palm flat to his chest—feeling the quick thud of his heart—and gave a gentle push toward the closet.
“Later,” she promised, the word dripping with everything still unsaid. “First, get dressed. I want to watch them watch you.”
His answering groan was a sound she planned to revisit all night long.
Chapter 3
Jake’s hand caught her wrist before she could slip out of the bedroom. “I have one request,” he said, his thumb tracing the thin strap of her dress. “It’s hot that you don’t have anything underneath. But it would be hotter if you wore some sexy lingerie under the dress. Something sheer.”
Kara turned, her grin spreading slowly. “Oh, you want the unwrapping to last longer,” she teased, her voice a low hum. “I can do that.” She stepped back, letting his fingers trail down her arm, and retreated to the closet. The rustle of silk and lace whispered from the shadows.
She emerged again in the same burgundy slip, but beneath it, the flash of a black mesh bra cupped her breasts, visible through the thin fabric, and a matching thong hugged her hips, its outline sharp against the silk. She walked back to him, each step a deliberate sway, and stopped a breath away.
“Is this what you had in mind?” she asked, lifting the hem just enough to show the sheer panel below her navel, the dark curls a promise beneath lace.
Jake’s jaw flexed. He lifted a hand and brushed a knuckle over the strap of the bra, following it down to where the mesh met her skin. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Now I get to peel all this off you later, while they watch.”
Kara’s thighs pressed together at the image, a quick pulse darting through her. She leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. “And I get to watch their eyes on you,” she breathed, “when you strip for them, too. But first…” She let the sentence hang, then drew back, her smile pure devil. “We should be late. Very late.”
She reached for his belt, tugging it loose with one slow pull, then undid the top button of his trousers. “A little preview,” she said, her knuckles grazing the hard line beneath his zipper. “So when we walk in, every woman in that room knows exactly what’s waiting for her.”
Jake’s breath came uneven, his hands finding her hips, the mesh under silk a new texture to explore. He pulled her closer, letting her feel the strain of his cock against her palm. “You’re going to make me open my trousers before we even get in the car,” he warned, a rough laugh catching in his throat.
Kara just smiled, her fingers tracing the shape of him through the fabric, a slow, torturous stroke. She didn’t answer except with her touch, a teasing edge that promised hours of this—and more. Then, deliberately, she withdrew and smoothed her dress down over the hidden lace. “Now you’re thinking about it,” she said with a wink. “And so am I. Let’s go.”
She didn’t wait for a reply, turning toward the door with that same swing in her hips, leaving Jake to adjust himself, his pulse a hot drum beneath the ink of his tattoos. The hotel suite waited, but the game had already begun.
Chapter 4
The elevator hummed its ascent, numbers climbing past thirty, forty, forty-five. Kara stood close enough that the warmth of her bare shoulder radiated through the silk of Jake’s dark shirt. He’d thrown on a charcoal button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, ink twisting over corded forearms. Neither spoke. The air between them held the echo of her earlier touch—fingers tracing his cock through his trousers—and the promise of strangers on the other side of a penthouse door.
The doors parted onto a hushed corridor. They stepped out, their footsteps swallowed by thick carpet. Ahead, a suite door loomed, polished wood and brushed gold numbers. As they neared, laughter spilled through—a woman’s throaty chuckle, then a man’s low murmur, the clink of glasses. Kara’s pulse jumped in her throat, and she glanced at Jake, her eyes shining with that same conspiratorial fire.
“Hear that?” she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation. “They’ve already started without us.”
Jake’s hand found the small of her back, fingers brushing the bare skin where her dress plunged. “Good,” he said, the word a rough vibration against her ear. “Let them wonder what we’re bringing.”
Kara turned into him, her lips hovering just below his jaw. “Maybe we make them wait a minute longer,” she breathed, letting her knuckles trace the outline of his arousal again, a ghost of pressure through his trousers. His breath hitched, but he captured her wrist, a slow grin spreading beneath his beard.
“Patience. You promised I could peel that lingerie off you while they watched.” He released her, then reached past her to knock—three deliberate beats.
A pause. Then the door swung inward, and the warmth of bodies and perfume rolled over them. Silhouettes moved in the half-light of floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittering beyond. A curvy woman with dark, knowing eyes stepped forward, her dress little more than a slip of gold. Her gaze slid over Kara, then Jake, a slow, appreciative smile curving her lips.
“You came,” she said, the words a welcome and a dare. “The game’s just getting interesting.”
Chapter 5
Ally’s smile widened as she stepped aside, her gold dress shifting like liquid light. “Come in, you two. Drinks are by the window—and I owe you an introduction.” She gestured toward a sleek bar cart where glasses sparkled under pendant lamps.
The penthouse opened wide, floor-to-ceiling windows framing a skyline of diamonds. Bodies had already claimed low sofas and velvet chairs. Kara’s fingers found Jake’s as they moved forward, her palm damp with excitement.
Ally handed them each a chilled flute of champagne, her gaze lingering on the way Jake’s rolled sleeves framed his tattoos. “Everyone, this is Kara and Jake. The ones I told you about.” Her voice held a conspiratorial warmth. “They’re ready to play.”
A redhead in a sheer bodysuit raised her glass, her partner’s arm draped across her bare shoulder. “Welcome to the penthouse. I’m Lena.” Beside her, a man with salt-and-pepper hair gave a nod. “Theo.” Across the room, a couple already entangled on a settee—a woman with dark curls, a man’s hand resting high on her thigh—murmured their names, Jules and Eric, without breaking their private heat.
Kara let the bubbles fizz on her tongue, every glance a fresh spark. She felt Jake’s hand settle low on her back, his thumb tracing the mesh of her thong through the silk. Leaning close, his beard grazed her ear. “You’re already making everyone stare,” he whispered, low enough that only she could hear.
She turned her head just enough so her lips brushed his jaw. “Good. Let them watch.” Her eyes flicked toward the center of the room, where a circle of cushions and a single black candle marked the game’s arena. “Looks like truth or dare starts soon.”
Ally clinked her glass against the crystal of a stranger’s flute, her smile daring. “Everyone’s here now. No more waiting.” She crooked a finger at Kara and Jake, leading them toward the circle. The air thickened, charged with silk, sweat, and promise. Kara’s thigh pressed against Jake’s as they found their seat, his pulse already a drum against her fingertips. The night had only just begun, and every body in the room was a story they were about to rewrite.
Chapter 6
Ally settled onto a velvet ottoman, crossing her legs with deliberate slowness as the circle quieted. The black candle’s flame bent toward Kara like it already knew the answer. “It’s only polite for our new friends to start the game,” Ally purred, her gold dress pooling around her thighs. “You first, Kara. Truth or dare?”
A shiver traced Kara’s spine, but her smile never wavered. She traded a glance with Jake—his hand already resting possessive on her knee, thumb stroking the bare skin above her sheer stocking. The room felt suspended, every breath waiting.
“Dare,” Kara said, voice velvet and unafraid.
Lena laughed, low and knowing, tilting her glass so the champagne caught the light. “Bold choice. I like her already.”
Ally leaned forward, elbows on her knees, the candlelight carving shadows along her collarbone. “Then here’s your first dare, pretty girl. Kiss the person in this room you most want to taste tonight—but not your husband.” She paused, letting the instruction sink like honey. “Make it worth watching.”
Kara’s pulse hammered in her throat. She felt Jake’s fingers flex against her leg, not restraint but encouragement, and heat bloomed low in her belly. Her eyes traveled the circle slowly—Theo’s steady gaze, Jules’ bitten lip, Eric’s half-lidded focus—before landing on Lena’s wicked grin.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Kara murmured, already shifting onto her knees.
She crawled the short distance across the plush rug, silk riding higher on her thighs, and stopped in front of Lena’s parted knees. Lena set her glass aside, cupped Kara’s jaw with cool fingers, and drew her upward until their mouths met.
The first brush was teasing—soft, electric, a question. Then Lena’s tongue swept along Kara’s lower lip, tasting of burnt sugar and wine, and Kara melted into it. Their kiss deepened, heads angling, a quiet moan slipping from somewhere in Kara’s chest. She didn’t hear the room’s collective exhale, only the rushing of her own blood.
When they broke apart, a glistening thread still connected their lips. Lena’s pupils were blown wide. “Dare complete,” she whispered, and licked the taste of Kara from her own mouth.
Kara turned back toward Jake, her chest rising and falling, her thighs pressed together. His gaze was molten, jaw tight, and the message there was unmistakable—*you were stunning, and I’m going to remember every second of it.*
Ally clapped softly, reclaiming the room’s attention. “Oh, this is going to be a very good night.” She looked to Lena, whose cheeks were flushed. “Since Kara opened the game, she picks the next target. Who do you want to hear from, sweetheart?”
Kara crawled back to Jake, tucking herself against his side, her lips still buzzing. She let her fingers trail over the ink on his forearm as she considered. The air was thick with possibility, the candle flame dancing to no wind at all. She could feel the eyes on her—strangers already tasting her through Lena’s kiss, already wondering what came next.
“I want a truth,” Kara said, her voice steady despite the thunder in her chest. “From you, Ally. What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done at one of these parties?”
Ally’s smile turned feline. She leaned back, letting the question settle over the group like smoke. The answer hung in the air, ripe and waiting, as the circle pressed closer—and the night bent toward its next confession.
Chapter 7
Ally’s giggle rippled through the room like champagne bubbles breaking the surface. She uncrossed her legs, letting the pause stretch just long enough to pull every gaze toward her parted lips.
“You asked for the wildest,” she said, twirling a strand of honey-colored hair around one finger. “So I’ll give you the one that still makes my thighs clench when I think about it.”
Jules leaned forward, their knee brushing against Theo’s. “We’re listening.”
“Last spring,” Ally began, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur, “we rented a cabin upstate. Six of us. No neighbors for miles, just pine trees and floor-to-ceiling windows.” Her eyes flicked to Lena, a private smile passing between them. “One night, we played a version of this game where every dare had to involve *two* people—and everyone else had to watch. No touching yourself. No closing your eyes.”
Kara felt Jake’s thumb trace a slow circle on her thigh. She didn’t dare look at him—she already knew what she’d find in his expression.
“Lena got dared to kiss me,” Ally continued, “but with a twist. She had to do it while someone else—someone we’d just met that night—described, in detail, what they wanted to do to both of us. Every stroke, every lick. Out loud. While we kissed.”
The candle flame shivered. No one breathed.
“By the time he finished talking,” Ally said, her voice barely a whisper now, “Lena had me pinned against the window. The glass was ice-cold against my back, and her mouth was so hot I thought I’d melt right through it. The whole room was reflected behind us—every face flushed, every hand white-knuckled on armrests. And no one touched themselves. No one broke the rule.”
She let the silence settle before adding, with a slow, feline blink, “But the moment the game ended? Let’s just say that cabin saw things the trees are still gossiping about.”
Lena reached over and ran a single fingertip down Ally’s bare arm. “She’s underselling it. I left a handprint on that window that stayed fogged for an hour.”
The room exhaled collectively. Jake’s grip tightened on Kara’s thigh. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could already imagine the words he’d murmur into her ear the second they were alone—or perhaps not alone at all.
Ally tilted her head, still wearing that lazy smirk. “Now then. Since I answered so generously…” She scanned the circle, her gaze landing with deliberate weight. “Eric. Truth or dare?”
Chapter 8
Eric’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly—the only tell that Ally’s question had snagged something raw. He reached for his drink, took a slow sip, and let the ice clink against the glass like a punctuation mark.
“Truth,” he said, his voice steadier than his pulse.
Ally’s smile sharpened. “Bold choice.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, the candlelight catching the glint in her eyes. “Who in this room—besides your lovely wife—would you most want to watch undress you? Slowly. With their teeth if they felt like it.”
The question landed like a dropped stone in still water. Jules’s eyebrows lifted. Lena’s lips parted. Kara felt Jake’s breath change rhythm beside her—a quick inhale, held.
Eric didn’t look at Nadia. He didn’t need to; he could feel her stillness, the particular heat of her attention when she was curious rather than jealous.
“Lena,” he said, the name leaving his mouth before his brain could veto it. He turned his head just enough to meet Lena’s startled gaze. “The way she kissed Kara earlier—there was no hurry in it. No performance. I’d want someone who’d take their time.”
Lena’s cheeks flushed a deep rose, but her smile was slow and feline. “I wouldn’t rush,” she murmured. “I’d start with the buttons. One by one. Let my knuckles brush your chest through the fabric until you forgot how to breathe.”
Nadia finally spoke, her voice silk over steel. “And where would I be during this hypothetical undressing?”
Eric turned to her, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Right beside me. Watching every second. Telling me when to close my eyes and when to open them.”
The tension in the room pulled taut as a bowstring. Jake’s hand found Kara’s, their fingers interlacing with the wordless understanding of two people already imagining themselves in Eric’s place—or Nadia’s.
Ally sat back, satisfied. “Well played, Eric.” She gestured toward the circle with an open palm. “Your turn to ask.”
Chapter 9
Kara’s fingers traced a slow circle on Jake’s knee beneath the rim of her wine glass. “Your turn, Jake,” she murmured, the words slipping out like a dare even before she said the rest. “Truth or dare?”
A hush settled over the circle. The city lights burned cold and bright beyond the penthouse windows, but inside, the air felt fevered.
Jake leaned back, the cushion sighing under his weight. His beard framed a slow, wolfish grin. “I’ll keep the truths going,” he said, voice rough as salt. “I’ll take truth.”
Ally’s eyes lit with something dangerous. She tilted her head, appraising him like a woman choosing which thread to pull first. “What’s the first thing you’d do,” she asked softly, “if every person in this room were watching you and Kara—and none of us would turn away?”
The question settled over them like warm syrup. Kara’s hand stilled on his knee. She felt the muscle beneath her palm tighten, then flex.
Jake turned his head, not to the group, but to her. His gaze wandered her face, her throat, the cling of her dress against her ribs. “I’d kiss her,” he said. “Not hard. Just enough to make her lips part. Then I’d look at all of you and ask who wants to feel how warm she is.”
A collective exhale moved through the room. Lena pressed her thighs together. Eric dragged a hand across his jaw. Nadia’s eyes never left Kara’s face, reading every micro-flash of heat.
Kara turned fully toward Jake, her pulse fluttering in her neck. “You wouldn’t have to ask,” she whispered. “They’d already know.”
Jake’s thumb found the inside of her wrist, stroking that soft, blue-veined skin. Her lips parted, matching the picture he’d just painted, and somewhere behind them, the city lights seemed to pulse in time with the building pressure.
Chapter 10
Kara was up again. The circle’s attention settled on her like a second skin, warmer than the city lights bleeding through the glass. She let the beat stretch, tasting the charged silence, then met Lena’s gaze.
“I choose truth,” Kara said, her voice a soft scrape of anticipation.
Lena’s lips curved — not a smile, but the promise of one. She leaned forward, elbows on bare knees, the thin strap of her dress slipping a deliberate inch. “What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever taken,” she asked, each word unhurried, “and how big was it?”
A murmur rippled through the others. Eric’s glass paused mid-air. Nadia’s breath caught. Jake’s hand, still at Kara’s wrist, stilled — then his thumb resumed its slow, possessive stroke.
Kara didn’t look away from Lena. Her mind flickered back, not to a name, but to a sensation: a weight, a stretch that had made her gasp and curse and grip the sheets until her knuckles whitened. That memory still lived in her body, a ghost she sometimes summoned when Jake was deep enough to brush its edges.
“Eight and a half inches,” she said, letting the number land like a stone in still water. “Thick. The kind of thick that makes you feel split open and sacred at the same time.”
She let her eyes drift to Jake. He was watching her with a hunger that had nothing to do with jealousy — his beard twitched, a tell she knew meant he was already picturing it.
“He took his time,” Kara continued, back to the group, her voice lowering. “I remember the first inch felt like a dare. By the fourth, I was making sounds I didn’t know my throat could make. And when he finally bottomed out…” She exhaled, shaky, honest. “I came so hard I saw stars behind my eyelids and didn’t give a damn if I ever opened them again.”
The room exhaled with her. Lena’s thighs pressed together under the hem of her dress. Ally bit her lip. Jake’s jaw tightened, the heat of the confession already curling between them like smoke — and Kara knew, right then, that this truth was only the first one he’d want to unravel later, in private, with his hands.
Chapter 11
Jake didn't blink. He shifted in his seat, the leather groaning beneath him, and let the circle's anticipation coil around his chest like a dare already half-won. "I choose dare," he said, his voice low and certain, the kind of voice that made glasses pause and breath catch.
Kara's giggle spilled out before she could stop it, bright and wicked. She turned to face him fully, one bare knee brushing his thigh, the heat of their public confession still crackling between them. "Jake, sweetheart," she purred, loud enough for everyone, "I dare you to show them." She tilted her head, letting her gaze fall deliberately to his lap, then back up to his eyes. "I just told them what my biggest was. And it was you."
The words landed like a match on dry kindling. Lena leaned forward, her lips parting. Ally's fingers stilled on her wine glass. Nadia's breath hitched, and Eric let out a low, appreciative whistle that hung in the warm air.
Jake held Kara's gaze for a heartbeat, two, his beard twitching as the corner of his mouth curved. Then he stood, unhurried, every motion a performance for the room. His fingers found his belt buckle, worked it loose with a click that seemed louder than it should. The denim slid down his hips, and the dark fabric of his boxers did nothing to hide the heavy truth beneath them.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pushed. The reveal was slow, deliberate, the kind of confident unveiling that pulled every gaze in the room to the same fixed point. Kara's breath caught as he stood exposed, the amber light tracing every thick, proud inch.
"Well, damn," Lena whispered, her thighs pressing together again.
Kara reached out, not to touch—not yet—but to let her fingertips hover just above the heat of him, close enough that he twitched at the phantom warmth. "See what I mean?" she murmured, her voice a velvet tease that left the entire room leaning closer, waiting for what the night would unravel next.
Chapter 12
Lena rose with a slow, deliberate grace, the kind that drew attention without demanding it. Her gaze swept the room, touching each flushed face before settling on Jake with a smile that promised trouble. “I pick you,” she said, the words a low, velvet murmur.
Cassiel’s breath hitched, then melted into a conspiratorial grin. She leaned back, giving the scene her full, glinting attention. Jake’s eyes flicked to her for just a heartbeat—she gave him the smallest nod, permission wrapped in hunger.
Lena crossed to him, her bare feet silent on the polished floor. She didn’t rush. Her hips began a lazy sway as she stopped before his chair, the amber light catching the sheen of her skin, the slight part of her lips. Without a word, she reached for the thin strap of her dress, sliding it off her shoulder with a teasing slowness that made the room hold its breath. The fabric slipped, pooling around her waist, baring the elegant span of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts above a lacy black bra. One piece of clothing down. She left the dress where it fell, a dark puddle at her feet.
Then she turned, placing her hands on Jake’s knees, and settled backward onto his lap. The contact was electric—a shared, sharp inhale. She moved against him in a rhythm that was part dance, part whispered dare, her back arching, the heat of her pressing through the denim of his jeans. Jake’s hands found her hips, not guiding, just holding, his knuckles white with restraint. Kara watched, her own thighs squeezing together, the visual of her husband’s face—jaw tight, eyes dark—igniting a fire low in her belly.
Lena rolled her hips, slow and sinuous, and leaned her head back to find Jake’s ear. “You feel that, don’t you?” she breathed, just loud enough for the nearest listeners. The room was silent but for a few ragged breaths. She reached up to trace her own collarbone, keeping the dance moving, the tease building until the air itself seemed to sweat.
Kara’s voice cut through the tension, a low, approving hum. “She’s good, isn’t she?” It wasn’t a question; it was a shared secret, dark and inviting. And the night, it was clear, was only just beginning to unspool.
Chapter 13
Lena’s laugh was a smoky vibration against Jake’s chest, her head falling back as she ground down into his lap with deliberate, rolling pressure. “Well Jesus,” she breathed, the giggle still clinging to her words. “You can really feel how big he is through his jeans.”
The room exhaled collectively. Kara’s lips parted, a silent, satisfied curse suspended between them. She’d known—every inch of her husband was mapped in her memory—but hearing another woman announce it, feeling the ripple of collective awe, sent a pulse straight to her core.
Lena twisted, throwing a conspiratorial glance toward Kara. “You’ve been holding out on us,” she accused, her voice honeyed and thick. Her hips never stopped their slow, grinding orbit, the denim straining beneath her. Jake’s fingers dug into her waist, a low sound rumbling up from his chest—half groan, half warning.
Ally leaned forward from her chair, a glass dangling from her fingertips. “I think we need confirmation,” she said, her smile sharp as cut crystal. Nadia and Eric exchanged a loaded look, their own game momentarily forgotten.
Lena responded by pressing down harder, her spine arching, letting the rigid outline beneath the denim speak for itself. “Trust me,” she purred, “confirmation’s already pressing right where it counts.”
Kara felt the heat climb her neck, a possessive pride mingling with the raw, voyeuristic thrill. Jake’s eyes found hers across the room, dark and questioning, checking in. She gave him a slow, deliberate smile and mouthed two words: *Show them*. The night stretched ahead, heavy with unspooled promises.
Chapter 14
Lena’s hips had just begun to find a rhythm again when Kara held up two fingers, a playful summoning that cut through the charged hum. “Hold on,” she said, voice bright and sharp as a struck match. “I get the next question. Ally—truth.”
Ally’s eyes gleamed with the attention. “Truth.” She dragged the word out, crossing one bare leg over the other.
Kara leaned forward, elbows on her knees, the neckline of her black dress gaping just enough. “How many of the guys in this room have had your cock in your mouth?” A pause, letting the room tighten. “And who shoots the biggest loads?”
The air went still. Even Lena’s rolling movements slowed to a lazy press.
Ally laughed low, unbothered, taking her time. “Two,” she said. “Eric…” Her gaze flicked to him with enough heat to make him adjust in his chair. “And one you’d never guess.” She tapped a polished nail against her lip. “As for the biggest loads—definitely Eric. The man doesn’t just finish. He paints. Leaves my throat sore and my lipstick licked clean.”
Eric’s smirk was half pride, half warning. Nadia shifted beside him, her thighs pressing together.
Kara sat back, heart kicking. The question had been a dare disguised as truth, and Ally had answered without blinking. Across the room, Jake met Kara’s eyes, his jaw still tight from Lena’s lap. The night was nowhere close to simmering down.
Nadia cleared her throat. “Then maybe Eric should show everyone what foreplay looks like after that introduction.”
Kara’s smile widened. The room leaned in, hungry for the next move.
Chapter 15
Ally’s question hung in the air like smoke. “What’s the sluttiest thing you’ve ever done?”
Kara felt every pair of eyes lock onto her. Jake’s hand had stilled on his thigh. She took a breath that tasted like gin and audacity, then let it out slow.
“Years ago, after a night out,” she began, her voice steady but low, “a bunch of us ended up at a house party. I was drunk—not sloppy, just… loose. Brave.” She paused, letting the memory flicker behind her eyes. “There were four guys. I ended up on my knees.”
Lena’s eyebrows lifted. Ally leaned forward.
“One after another,” Kara continued, “I took them in my mouth. No rush. I got them all close—really close—and then I stood up.” She mimed the motion with her fingers at her waistline. “I pulled open the top of my tiny panties, and they all shot their loads right inside.”
A collective exhale rippled through the room. Jake’s jaw was granite.
“They were completely full,” Kara said, quieter now, almost reverent. “Soaked through. And I lay back right there on the carpet, pressed that wet fabric against my pussy, and rubbed until I made myself come.”
Silence stretched taut as a held breath.
Then Ally let out a shaky laugh and raised her glass. “And here I thought Eric painted masterpieces.”
Kara met Jake’s gaze across the charged space between them—heat and history and unspoken permission flickering in his dark eyes—and knew this confession had just become their new starting line.
Chapter 16
Ally’s grin sharpened as she met Lena’s eyes. “Dare,” she said, her voice a velvet challenge.
Lena reached into her bag, the lamplight catching the sleek black blindfold she withdrew. “Perfect.” She held it up, letting the room drink in the anticipation. “Get on your knees in the middle of the floor. One of the men is going to put his cock in your mouth. You’ll suck him for a full minute—no peeking—and when the time’s up, you have to guess who it was.”
A collective murmur rippled through the couples. Ally’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, but her smile didn’t waver. “And if I guess right?”
“Then he has to do anything you want for the next round,” Lena purred. “Now, on your knees.”
Ally rose gracefully from her seat, the silk of her robe sliding against her skin as she knelt on the plush carpet, her back straight, her hands resting on her thighs. Kara watched from her perch beside Jake, her pulse quickening at the sight—Ally, so composed, surrendering to the unknown.
Lena moved behind Ally, the blindfold slipping over her eyes, darkening her world. “No touching with your hands, just your mouth.” She cinched the knot, then stepped back, surveying the men. Her gaze danced over Eric, lingered on another guest, then settled on Jake with a slow, deliberate smile.
She pointed at him.
Kara’s breath caught, a wicked thrill threading through her. She shifted, her thighs pressing together, and caught Jake’s look—a silent check-in. She gave a tiny nod, her lips curving.
Jake stood, his tattoos shifting with the movement. He undid his belt, the metallic click loud in the quiet room. His cock, already thick with the tension of the evening, sprang free when he pushed his jeans low on his hips. He moved to stand before the kneeling woman, close enough that the heat of his skin ghosted over her lips.
“Open,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
Ally parted her lips, tongue glistening. He guided himself into the warm, waiting wetness. The first contact drew a muffled gasp from her, then she settled, her mouth sliding down his shaft with a practiced, curious rhythm. The room watched, breaths held, the only sound the soft, wet suction and the distant hum of the city.
Kara’s eyes were fixed on the point where Jake disappeared into Ally’s mouth, her own arousal a mirror of the scene. She could feel the minute ticking in her bones, each bob of Ally’s head a question. Ally’s brow furrowed slightly, her senses searching.
When Lena tapped her shoulder, Ally pulled back with a soft pop, a strand of saliva connecting them briefly. She licked her lips, blindfold still in place, and after a heartbeat whispered, “Jake.”
The room erupted in low laughter and applause. Kara’s smile was pure pride.
Lena whisked the blindfold away. Ally blinked up at Jake, her expression melting into delighted surprise. “I knew that groan,” she teased, her voice husky.
Jake offered her a hand to rise, his own grin dark with promise. The game pulsed forward, unspent energy crackling through every pair of eyes.