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I don’t want to give him the pleasure of a dare right away so I say, “Truth.”
“Figured.” He chuckles. “All right, what is your most embarrassing sexual experience?”
“You really want to know?” I raise an eyebrow at him in question.
“Of course,” he responds casually.
“All right.” I shrug. “Back in college, I was giving a guy a blow job—”
“Maybe I don’t want to know,” he practically growls, interrupting me.
I shake my finger at him. “Uh-uh, you asked, so I have to answer.”
“I’m good.” He waves me off. “You sucked some guy off, good enough for me. I really don’t need to hear about your perfect lips on some other guy’s dick. They belong to me and me alone.”
Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest and say, “You asked, so I’m going to tell. I snorted out his cum.”
Reese’s eyes bug out. “What? How the fuck does that happen?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know,” I tease.
“Well, now you have me intrigued with how the hell cum comes out of your nose.”
“It wasn’t pleasant. But I’m pretty sure I was mid sneeze when it happened, sucked some shit up the back of my nose and then squirted it out of my nose. Not my finest moment. The guy didn’t want to see me after that. I mean, who really wants to date a girl who sneezes out his semen?”
“Fuck.” Reese chuckles and rubs his face. “I would keep you around just as a party trick.”
“Wow, thanks.” I laugh with him. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare, of course.” He smirks, causing my breath to hitch just from how gorgeous he looks with his grin spread across his face.
“I dare you to take my bra off—”
“Shit, that’s easy.” He goes to take my bra off but I stop him.
“I dare you to take my bra off and stare at my tits during this game without touching them.”
“Are you fucking crazy, woman?” Distress rings through his features and his voice.
“You have to do it, you chose dare.” Without pausing, I grab the hem of my dress and yank it off, leaving me in my bra and matching thong.
Biting on his bottom lip he stares at me in frustration. “You’re not playing fair.”
“There were no rules laid out, not my fault. Now strip me.”
Reluctantly, his fingers find the front clasp of my bra and undo it quickly, letting my breasts pop free. Taking off the straps, he frees me of my bra and tosses it into a pile with my dress. He runs his hand over his face as he stares at my chest. Thanks to the light breeze coming off the ocean, my nipples are incredibly hard, making my piercings stand out that much more.
“I really hate you right now.” Sighing, he says, “Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” I respond, not skipping a beat.
His jaw is tight. He so badly wants me to say dare, but I refuse to give in.
“Have you ever masturbated to my picture?”
I roll my eyes. “No.”
“And why not?”
