Page 74 of Love Me, I Dare You

“I didn’t kiss you that night. I had you on my bike, at my mercy, and I gave up the chance to taste these perfect lips. To feel them against mine. I won’t ever make that same mistake again, Bailey.”

He cradles my face between his hands as he thrusts his cock against me, causing me to cry out from the feel of him rubbing against my clit. “Aahh.” The soft moan escapes me before I can cup my hand over my mouth, but Nash beats me to it, his lips swallowing in my cry of arousal.

I can feel the throbbing bulge of his erection, his large body engulfing me, and making me feel small, yet protected. With a hand behind my head, he releases my hair from the clip I have it in, and watches mesmerized as my long locks of blonde fall over my shoulders. A cool breeze tosses it back, tangling the loose strands framing my face.

Nash reaches for me, his deft fingers combing through the soft tresses, pushing it out of my eyes.

“I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you, Bailey. Fuck, you have no clue how much I’ve missed you, baby.” His soft growl brings every one of my nerve endings to life, causing my pussy to scream for a chance of release. I want to be touched, to be worshipped by his tongue the way only he knows how. “God, the things you do to me.”

Everything he says is exactly what I’ve prayed to hear all these years, and now that I have, I don’t know how to respond.

He drops a quick soft kiss on my mouth. “Nash,” I murmur, “I want to. Here on the bike.” Closing the remaining distance between us, I allow him to feel just how desperate I am. Guiding one hand to my pussy, I press his fingers against the wetness seeping out of me and marking my leggings. “It’s all for you, Nash. Always for you. Only for you.”

Something about my confession triggers the animalistic instinct burning deep within every man, and with a loud, almost feral growl, Nash reaches for my shirt, tearing it in two. I let out a sharp squeal as the cool breeze hits my heated flesh.

“Oh God, Nash,” I cry out as his fingers tug at the waistband of my leggings. Lifting my ass off the seat, I give him room to slip them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but the matching set of lime green lingerie. The same one he found under my couch that first night in my apartment and told me to one day wear it for him.

I take a moment to breathe and steady my suddenly racing heart, but it’s useless. The moment he lifts his mouth, taking mine in a tender kiss, I’m a fucking goner. I fucking love kissing Nash Bishop. I could do it and nothing else for the rest of my life and be completely content.

In no time, he has me panting, his cock painfully straining against his jeans as he rubs against me, eliciting the most desperate sounds from my lips. I’m frantically tugging at hisshirt, needing to see and feel more of him, though he doesn’t let me pull away.

His lips tangle with mine in the most delicious way, dancing to rhythm they so easily fell back into. The rekindled flames of our dwindling romance burn just as bright as they did the first night I was in his arms, proving this is how it was always meant to be. I’m completely sure the universe is making things right.

Releasing my lips for no longer than a second, he swiftly jerks his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor before his lips once again find mine. This time they’re more urgent, fierce and demanding as his tongue pushes inside me, tasting every single inch of my mouth. Teeth clatter, tongues swirl, and when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, I nearly come on instinct.

Nash’s warm hands roam my body, teasing every inch of me with the promise of pleasure unlike any other. I reach for the button of his jeans, but with a hand on mine, he stops me.

“Not so fast, Angel. There’s something I’ve been dying to do first.” My bright eyes flash to his as he drops to his knees in front of me. He’s tall enough that me sitting on the edge of his motorcycle puts me at level with his mouth.

Using his fingers, he pushes my thong to the side, slipping one inside of me with such ease. I've been soaking wet since the moment I sat on the back of his bike. Leaning forward, he brings his mouth down to my pussy and his tongue follows the same path of his flingers, licking and sucking me in. It feels so fucking heavenly. I close my eyes and toss my head back in response.

“God, I’ve fucking missed this taste. How is it possible that a mere few hours without you in my mouth, without my hands on your body, has me acting like a madman?”

I’m relieved to hear I’m not the only one who’s going mad with need. Nash feels everything just as strongly as I do andhearing him confess it makes me want him even more than I already do.

I want it all with him. The good and the bad. The passion and friendship. Everything about this man at my mercy makes me ache to be his. I’ve dreamt of being desired and adored by him. To be loved by Nash Bishop is the only thing I’ve ever wanted.

I’m so close, I can feel the air between us shifting into something suffocating and impossible to ignore.

“I need to make you come on my tongue before I come inside you, Bailey. Please, baby girl.”

His admission has me darting my eyes to his, focusing on where his tongue is licking me and the sound it makes as it slides through my arousal. This goes beyond anything I’ve ever felt with him because before we were doing it out of an uncontrollable need we both hated, yet neither of us could resist. This now feels intimate. Things between us have shifted. Feelings reemerged. Past wounds reopened yet on their way to healing.

“I want you to, Nash. So bad it physically hurts me to admit how much I need you.”

“Never, Angel. Never feel you have to beg me for anything. I’m willingly all yours.” Doubt lies in the back of my mind at his sincerity, but I want to believe him. So badly, I want to believe everything he is saying is the truth. It may not have been in the beginning, when we were both doing this for fun and to make sense of what we were craving feeling after a decade of not seeing one another.

Nash kisses the inside of my thighs, and the way his scruff scratches against my sensitive skin is electric. He has his hands on my waist, holding me still as I fight him, aching to grind against something for a smidge of friction.

His tongue rubs small circles over my clit before he uses his thumb to expose my clit and nip it with his teeth. ImmediatelyI quiver under his touch, my pussy contracting, looking for slightly more pressure to completely explode. “C’mon, baby. Give me what I want. Let me hear you scream my name as you come on my tongue.”

Once again, he covers me with his mouth, rhythmically flicking and eating me like I’m his favorite and last meal.

It’s never been like this, not even the few times he’s gone down on me. It’s like he’s been starved, hungry for a taste and now that he’s had one, there’s no satiating the beast that emerges from within him.

Unable to respond, I moan louder, focusing on the warm, languid strokes of his tongue on me as my orgasm builds to a painful degree. Rubbing myself on the two fingers he pushes inside me, his tongue continues flicking my clit as his fingers stay put. My body takes over, my hips of their own accord, rolling my pussy over his fingers, begging for release. They curl forward an inch and I see fucking stars.

“Oh God, Nash. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I cry out, his name on my lips as I topple over him, my orgasm ripping through me. I’m shuddering, convulsing as every muscle in me burns.

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