I brace against his chest, my eyes rolling back into my head. The water hits at a perfect angle while Nash works his finger into me faster, driving me to the brink. The orgasm looms so close I can barely keep myself standing. My knees buckle every time he touches the button inside me, but I hold on out of sheer fucking stubbornness.
Forcing my eyes open, I drown in the dark, hungry possessiveness radiating off Nash.
He owns me... but I own him too.
With a soapy hand, I grab his cock. He groans, losing focus for a second as he thrusts into my touch.
“Jesus Christ...” He clamps his jaw, fighting his instincts the same way I’m fighting mine. “That’s how you want to play?”
“First one to come, loses,” I pant, stroking him faster. I unglue my other hand from the tiles, playing with his balls. “We need a prize.”
His forehead drops onto mine as he takes half a step forward to give me better access. “If I win, you’ll ride my face until you come. I don’t care how long it takes.”
“Okay. If I win...” My head hits the tiles when he bends his fingers in acome heremotion, hitting that perfect spot. “I want a taste. I want you in my mouth.”
I’ve thought about it since he took my virginity. He’s always so careful with me, adjusting to my pace and giving me time to learn the ropes. The memories of Alex fucking my throat taint this heaven I’m living through with Nash and I think... Ihope...if I go down on him, I’ll somehow erase the stigma.
Nash won’t hurt me. He won’t force it. He’ll teach me how to make him feel good, how to enjoy it.
I need that. I need to know that no matter what’s happening or how close he is, he’ll stop if I can’t take it.
That he’ll put my comfort above his pleasure.
“Do we have a deal?” I ask.
Immediately, the water jet moves from my clit to my thigh, and his fingers slow, taking a lazy tempo that’s nowhere near enough to get me off.
“What are you doing?”
He smirks at the outrage lacing my voice. “My pretty girl on her knees for me... do you think I’ll let you lose when you want to suck me this badly?”
I squeeze his cock harder. “That’s not fair. Choose a different prize. Something you really want. Something I won’t give you unless you win.”
He circles my clit with his thumb, a slow, perfect little circle. It takes a minute, but once his fingers resume their greedy assault and the jet’s rushing up against my clit, I know he’s thought of something else.
“I want your ass,” he says, dipping his head to kiss my neck.
My eyes widen, but in the next second, I nod, lost too deep in the throngs of overwhelming pleasure to deny him.
“Okay,” I pant.
My pussy clenches around his fingers in sync with mine jerking him off.
“Good girl. You’re on. Show me what you’ve got.”
He seals the deal by taking my mouth, his hot tongue tangling with mine. I crane my neck, unleashing my frustration at keeping my orgasm in check on his lips.
I kiss, nip, and all-out bite, writhing before him, but the sweet torture is so satisfying. Especially that he’s losing his cool too, thrusting into my hand faster. He rocks his hips like he’strying to help me, or maybe he can’t help himself, leaning into my touch on instinct.
“Harder, pretty girl,” he grunts, pushing his fingers in and out of me. “Twist your wrist at the tip.”
I do, moaning as a body-wide shudder shakes him like he’s about to blow. “Whose team are you on?”
“You... on your knees for me is almost too fucking good to pass on, but...” He moves his hand, using his index and ring finger to fuck me and his middle finger to—
“OhGod!” I cry out, my mind erupting in fireworks the second he circles the other hole.
The orgasm hits despite my defenses. I lose touch with reality for a few blissful seconds, trembling and moaning.
