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“Dare.”
“You’re playing with fire,” Nash warns, and I nod.
“Burn with me,” I whisper, and I notice him go still.
“You’re going to be the death of me. Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. I bet you taste just like sin.” Nash’s words are growled low in my ear, and I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.
“You’d have to let yourself taste me to find out.”
“So fucking tempting. Your dare…learn how to make yourself come before you ask someone else to do it for you.” Nash grips my hips, spinning my body to face him. When he grabs my wrist and pushes my own hand up my skirt, I gasp. Our eyes lock, and I bite my lip, trying not to make any more sounds.
“Nash,” slips from my lips, and his eyes darken.
“Touch your clit.” My eyes go wide, and I look around us, but he jerks my attention back to him. “No one will see. Have you ever gotten yourself off before?” he asks, and I shrug, looking away from his intense stare. “I can’t touch you, Rose. But I can teach. Go to the bathroom. Lock the door. Wait for me.”
I’m practically falling out of my seat, so I can run to the bathroom before he changes his mind. It’s empty. Thank fuck. I lock the door and wait.
My legs are fucking shaking. My hands tremble, and I have never been so wet in my entire life. Nash could blow a kiss to my clit right now, and I’d come.
It's only been a few minutes when there’s a knock on the door. Flicking the lock, I back up, hoping it’s Nash. When he steps inside, I only have a second of light to see it’s him before he flicks the light off and then locks the door once more.
“Will you teach me?” I whisper, then jump when he reaches for me without saying a word. How he knows where the sink is, is beyond me. But the next thing I know, I’m lifted, with my ass against the cool marble.
“Take your panties off,” he demands. His voice is deep and dripping with desire.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I remove them. He drags his fingers down my thigh, down my calf, gripping my ankle and lifting. He places my foot on the sink's edge, before doing the same with the other.
“Put them in my hand,” he instructs. His hand is resting open on my thigh. The moonlight is shining through the window just enough for me to see him now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness.
“Nash,” I beg, needing…something. Something that at this moment only Nash can give me.
“Foreplay is just as important as fucking. If your girl’s pussy isn’t wet, your cock isn’t going in. You can use lube. There’s no shame in that. Some girls can be turned the fuck on, and their pussy won’t drip for any man. But you…you’re not one of those girls. These panties are fucking soaked.” I watch as the dark outline of Nash lifts something to his face, and he inhales deeply.
“Jesus,” I say as I realize what he’s just done.
“If your partner can’t make you come, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
“You can’t make me come?” I ask, but Nash chuckles.
“Can’t and won’t are not the same. I can. I would. But I won’t. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve an orgasm.”
His words steal my breath, and I can already feel myself nodding.
Nash grips my wrist once more, pushing my hand between my legs, and pressing down. The heel of my hand rubs hard against my clit, making me gasp as I throw my head back. Nash guides my hand, so I’m rubbing my clit hard but slow.
“Right there is the sweet spot, but inside? That's where you get fireworks.” He releases my wrist, resting his hands on my knees, and spreads them open wider. “Push one finger in first. Curl it to you like this.” He makes a come here motion against my skin, and I nod.
I do as he says, but it doesn’t feel good. Not like touching my clit had.
“Curl your finger more. Move it in and out. Fuck yourself.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. His words are always so dirty. “If you were going to fuck me, is this what we’d do first?” I find the courage to ask, but Nash huffs a breathy laugh.
“No. I’d be on my knees, licking your clit and fucking you with my fingers until you screamed for me. Shove my cock between those pretty red lips and fuck the back of your throat until you choked on my cum. Then I’d bend you over this marble and sink balls deep into your tight pussy, Rose. That's what I’d do if I was going to fuck you.”
“But you’re not…not going to fuck me–oh, god!” My back arches as my fingers find the spot Nash was talking about, and I rub against it furiously.
“Use your other fingers to tease your clit,” he grabs my other wrist, making me fall back against the mirror, but I don’t care. “If you think you can take it, add a second finger. Fuck, Rose. Just like that. Make yourself come. Fuck, I’m going to make a mess in my boxers like I’m a fucking teenager again. God…”
