Page 26 of Merry Little Mishap

“And the biggest of them all?”

“One that I’m not ready to share yet. It may be more embarrassing than you think.”

“I know all too well about being embarrassed.” I admitted, our eyes locked in a gaze.

“You think you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of me?”

“All the time. It seems to be what I do best. Haven’t you noticed?”

Nick clenched his teeth, disappointed. “Whatever you think is embarrassing, is actually endearing…”

“By whom?”

“Guess,” he dared me.

I grew silent, unable to say what I thought he was implying, so I avoided answering him. “You didn’t answer my question. Now you have to remove a piece of your clothing.”

“And what would you want?”

“Your belt,” I settled.

Nick reached for his buckle, threading his thumb between the brass, meticulously undoing it. It clinked in his hand, the leather snapping loose as he yanked it through the loops of his fitted chinos. His abs expanded, his pants less constricting, comfortably snug with the tiniest gap of skin that hinted towards his crotch.

“Let’s both pull cards. One last time, that is… if you’re up for the challenge…” He tapped his finger on the third base card sitting at the top of the deck. Its red, glossy finish taunted me with the risk of being asked the craziest question, or the dirtiest dare.

“You take the top. And I’ll take the next one,” I instructed, allowing Nick to remove the third base card, and for me to take a first base card below. “You go first,” I whispered.

Nick read his card, then asked, “Are you sure you’re a naughty-list girl?”

“Mmhmm,” I nodded.

“How naughty?”

“Naughty enough to tell you how I fucked myself in the shower. Isn’t that naughty enough?”

“Close. But this card wants more. Are you brave enough for it?”

I twisted a loose curl that fell to the side of my face, curious as to what the card said. I wanted to be committed, I wanted to take a risk, just like Camilla said. Confidence was sexy, and I was done feeling like I was second to anyone else. “I’ll do it for you,” I whispered.

“Elena…‘Show me how you masturbate,’”Nick ordered, his voice carrying up from his chest; heated and deep.

Masturbate?

I could never. Not with how I was raised. Not with the shame of everything it entailed. But something inside me snapped. A decision beyond my compression.

My heart pounded so fast it tingled the tips of my fingers. “Will you show me, too?” I asked nervously, not wanting to back out, but letting my heart take control.

“If you want me to, I will… but let’s start slow.” Nick cocked his head as we both gradually stood up. I felt sheepish and small next to him, his height towering across from mine. “I can shut my eyes if you’d like.”

“Could you,” I replied. “Just at first? Until I’m ready?”

“That’s fine.” Nick ran his hand across his torso, grazing his abs, dropping past his navel. “I’ll meet you wherever you want to go with this, as long as your eyes are on me.” He shut his eyes, his face furrowed with a deep concentrated breath. “Just place your hand where you like it, and I’ll do the same.”

I lifted my skirt as Nick unbuttoned his pants, his zipper unraveling with its enticing metallic lure. He reached further down, the impression of his cock molded against his pants as he fisted the base of his erection. I nearly lost my breath at how big he was, how aroused he became, swollen just like my clit.

Carefully, I tested how sensitive I’d become, little jolts of warm electricity tingled from the tip of my index finger right onto the spot I rubbed, my pussy slippery but tight.

“You there, yet?” he asked, eyes still closed.

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