“One thing,” he rasps, his mouth close enough that I feel the scrape of his breath. “One filthy little truth. Say it.”
“I—” My voice cracks. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it doesn’t help. His stare burns through my skin, dragging the truth out of me, anyway. “I want your mouth on me.”
His chest rumbles with a dark laugh. “Where, Brooklyn?”
Heat floods my face. My thighs press together.
“Say it,” he snarls, jerking my head back harder.
“My pussy.” The word is a desperate exhale, filthy and trembling.
He groans low, like the confession punched straight into his cock. His hand slides down, cupping between my legs sliding his fingers through the wet mess.“Dare five—say it louder.”
“No.”
His grip tightens until my breath hitches. “Say it.”
“My pussy,” I gasp, shame ripping through me, need chasing right after it. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”
“Good girl.” His smirk is carved in sin.
The possessiveness in his voice makes my knees weak.
“Dare six.” His grin turns lethal. “Open your legs and let me look.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. My arms cross as if I can shield myself. “You can’t do this.”
“Baby girl, you’re stalling.” His hand slides down my thigh, prying me apart until I’m spread against the wall, bare and trembling. His eyes drop. “Fuck. Look at you. Wet already.”
My chest heaves. I want to die and come alive all at once.
He steps closer, his body crowding mine. “Dare seven—touch yourself again. But this time, say my name while you do it.”
I hesitate.
“Do it, or I’ll make you beg on your knees where anyone could walk out and see you.”
My hand shakes as it slips between my legs. My fingers brush wet heat, and I bite back a whimper.
“Dean,” I choke out, my body arching against the wall.
He groans, eyes blazing. His hand slams against the wall beside my head. “Again. Slower, Brooklyn. I want to see all of you, baby.”
My fingers slide through the wet mess between my thighs with every slow movement; pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Good girl, look at me while you ruin that pussy.”
My eyes raise and find his as my fingers slide into my dripping pussy. His stare is feral, and I swear I could cum from that look alone.
My fingers move deeper, soaking my fingers with every pulse. My breathing is ragged pushing deeper while I stare into his eyes, enjoying the response my body is giving him.
“Dean.” I moan. Louder this time, rawer, breaking.
He watches me come undone, his control snapping thread by thread. “Dare eight—make yourself cum for me. Right here. Against this wall.”
My whole body seizes at the command. My hips rock helplessly into my hand, heat building too fast, shame burning away under the weight of his stare.
But his hand closes over mine before I can fall apart, yanking it away.
