Page 49 of Love Me, I Dare You

“Nash, please. I need you too…” My pleas die on my lips as his tongue swirls around my nipple and groans as he sucks it into his mouth. A loud rumbling sound leaves his throat as heworks quicker, pinching my other nipple in between his fingers and tugs, making me nearly scream.

I should be embarrassed, getting so turned on by just some simple nipple play, but I’ve always been sensitive to a man’s touch—not to mention that man being Nash. I let him continue washing me, mesmerized by the gentle way he’s touching as I watch him, my gaze never straying from him as he moves.

He looks up at me, and I can see the hunger that reflects mine. Smirking at me, he rocks his hips, the zipper of his jeans rubbing against my clit. It feels too fucking good and I grind my hips against it, dry-humping him as his mouth continues to tease my nipples. He applies the perfect amount of pressure as his tongue and teeth continue to devour me, making me incredibly aroused. It would be embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt another man's touch, and even then, none of it ever felt this way. I thought I was fooling myself into believing Nash had ruined me for every other man, but this right here proves it.

I’m ready to explode and come for him after the slightest of touches.

“Fuck Nash, I’m going to…Oh god, I’m going to...”

“Come,” he demands, and I fucking do. I fall apart in his arms, my hips relentlessly rubbing over his erection as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. It had been so long since anyone had gotten me to orgasm, though no one had made it ever feel like this.

He flicks my nipple again and bites down before his lips trail back up my chest and collarbone, sucking on my neck before they meet my lips. Nash smiles against my lips as he peppers soft kisses along my jaw.

“You’ve always been fucking beautiful, Bailey. But as you cried out my name just now, getting yourself off on me, fuck, baby. It was fucking electric.” I should yell at him, tell him toleave, but instead of satiating me, this orgasm only made me more desperate for more of him. For all of him.

It feels like hours until he finally lowers his fingers to the place I need him to roam. Grabbing my thong at the waistband, he allows me to stand only long enough for him to slip it off me, leaving me completely naked while he is still wearing his jeans.

Slowly, he slides his fingers through my folds, the pleasure so intense I’m nearly ready to come again. “Fuck, Angel. Fuck, you’re so wet. And it has nothing to do with the fact you're in a shower. Is all this for me, baby? Will you be a good girl for me? Cause I know you're not anymore, but for me, B.” He kisses me, his hands roaming all over me as he kneels before me in the shower. His feet are sticking out, water splashing everywhere and out of the shower, but I’m in no position to call him out on the mess he’s making. “I need you to be a good girl for me.”

In a swift motion that has me nearly falling, he lifts my leg over his shoulder so that my injured foot rests against him and I’m balancing on my good leg. His palms continue to explore, pushing my thighs further apart as his mouth teases my center. I push forward off the wall, needily trying to rub against his beard, looking for any bit of friction before I collapse from the pure desperate need coursing through me. I need him to touch me there, need him to lick between my lips and fuck me with his tongue.

“I can see the desire growing in those beautiful blue eyes, pretty girl. At the thought of what I’m going to do to you, of what you want me to do. But don’t just think about it, Bailey. Say it. Claim it. Tell me what you need from me.”

“I need you to touch me, Nash. I need you to lick between my lips and fuck me with your tongue. I need to scream your name, if only to forget how much I used to do it when you left. But this time it won’t be because I want you back, it’ll be because I need you to make me come and nothing more.”

His wide smile fades, in its place a dazed and slightly annoyed expression as he understands what I’m saying. I know this won’t be anything more than our desperate need for one another, but once we leave this room, it’ll be as if nothing’s changed.

Nash kisses circles around my stomach and down to my pussy, but he doesn’t put his mouth where I need it. “Nash, don’t fuck around. Give me what I want.”

A deep rumble leaves his chest as he chuckles at my brazen need for him to do what I demanded. But he doesn’t respond with words. No, Nash responds by doing exactly what I asked. Every part of me, every nerve, is firing off as his lips tease my center. He blows softly, and it’s almost enough to make me collapse into his arms.

“Nash. Please don’t tease me. I need you, I need this.”

“Patience, Bailey,” he says, sliding a finger through my lips. The sensation is electrifying, every nerve in my pussy so incredibly sensitive to his touch. I try to spread my legs wider, but the leg thrown over his shoulder nearly cramps as I move. “Always so responsive, pretty girl.”

“Fuck, hurry, Nash. I don’t think I can stay standing much longer.”

Shaking his head, Nash grabs my right leg and also tugs it over his shoulder, forcing me to sit on his shoulders and use the wall at my back as leverage.

“I need to taste all of you, Angel. Let me taste you on my tongue. Show me how much you’ve missed me, baby. Cause I want to show you what being near you again is doing to me.”

His tongue expertly licks through my arousal, lapping and sucking every bit, yet eliciting more from me with each touch. I’m so fucking wet for him, I can hear the sounds he makes as he licks me over my heavy pants and the running water. I can hear him sucking as he teases my clit and takes it between his lips.The scruff on his jaw scratches the insides of my thighs and adds to my already building orgasm.

“Nash, please. I don’t need dirty talk. I just need you to shut up and make me come.” The smug bastard laughs and does just that. Inserting two fingers into my pussy, he flicks my clit, thrusting his fingers inside me at a rhythmic yet rapid pace. With my hands in his hair, I steady myself as I grind myself against his mouth, aching to be as close to him as possible. He curves his fingers upward, hitting the spot I’ve been begging him to find.

“Aahh, fuck. I’m coming Nash…” That’s it. I can’t hold off any longer and completely explode on his tongue, my body convulsing as my pussy clenches around him and his fingers. I can feel the pulsing in my core. “Oh, God.”

The heaviness of my breath is weighing down on me, but most of all, I can feel him in me. His tongue moves faster, sucks harder as he removes his fingers. He swallows every last bit of cum from me, his beard coated in my arousal.

Without letting my feet touch the ground, he stands and wraps my legs back around his waist to keep me up. I’m sore, my stomach contracting as I tighten to keep myself from falling. He dots a path of kisses up my stomach, chest, and around my neck. He shoves a hand in my hair, cradling my head as his lips crash against mine once more. This time he’s more gentle, softly searching, appreciating the way they collide at a beautiful, rhythmic pace. With his forehead up against mine, he says,

“Everything about you, Bailey. Fuck, I thought I remembered the way you taste, but this baby…” He pauses, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “This is so much better than I could have ever expected.”

I want to agree. I want to admit that this moment here with him, his mouth, his lips, his touch, it’s so much better than I ever could have expected it to feel again, but it’s not the truth.Because I thought of this moment for years. I hoped for this exact thing to happen for a decade, dreaming of him once again inside of me, only this time with an apology and declaration of love.

But that is not what this is. No, this is his need to prove that he could make me come. That I wanted him so fucking badly, I begged him to stay in my bed. I couldn’t refuse him when he walked into the shower and touched me. This proves that after everything I warned him not to do when I agreed to let him stay, it took not two weeks to break my resolve.

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