He’s silent for a long time, simply looking at me—letting me know that I’m completely right about his virgin status. Then he grips me by my hips and lifts me up, setting me on top of the table.
He slides his fingers against the sash of my robe, slowly pulling it open.
“Let’s get a few things straight, Paris.” He sits in the chair I was sitting in, positioning himself right between my legs. “I haven’t been a virgin since I was fifteen years old.”
My cheeks immediately turn red.
He opens my robe a little more. “I have flirted with you a lot this weekend and changed the subject quickly after I said something sexual, but only because if I told you how much I wanted to fuck you, you might’ve never come out of your room.”
I gasp as he slides a hand up my bare thigh.
“The other night,” he says, mocking me, “when I asked you for a kiss and that was it. I did want to take things further and touch you somewhere else. But I didn’t want you to feel like I was taking advantage of you.”
He leans forward and places his hands on my shoulders, slowly pushing my robe down my body—exposing the fact that I’m wearing nothing but a bra and panties underneath. “And last night, during Never Have I Ever, I wasn’t trying to make it seem like I was “sooo good at sex.” I am good at it—very, very good at it. And the only reason I slipped my fingers inside of you, was because I thought you would run off if you felt my cock.”
I am utterly speechless.
And I can’t move. I’m frozen to this spot on the table, unable to control my body’s reaction to him anymore.
“What was that last reason you gave that made you think I’m a virgin?” He presses a kiss against my stomach.
“You…” I murmur as he pulls my panties down to my ankles. “You’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“Right.” He blows a kiss against my thigh. “I’ve never had a girlfriend because I’ve never had the time.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No need to apologize.” He spreads my legs even further. “For the record, I don’t have a porn collection. But if I did, I think that I would be the one explaining sex to you. Don’t you think?”
My heart nearly jumps out of my chest, but before it can, Blake grips me even tighter. “Lie down.”
“Um, I’m not sure if—” I don’t get a chance to finish that sentence. The next thing I know, my back is being pressed against the table and Blake is kissing my neck.
Trailing soft kisses down to my stomach, he slides his hands underneath my thighs and pulls me closer to his mouth, softly blowing against my clit.
“Whoa, wait.” I immediately sit up. “Are you about to—”
“Fuck your pussy with my mouth. Is there a problem?”
“No, but—”
He presses his finger against my mouth and pushes me back against the table. Before I can take another breath, I feel his lips sucking on my clit, feel two of his fingers plunging deep inside of me.
“Ahhh.” I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair. “Ahhh!”
I shut my eyes as his tongue swirls around my lips, as he whispers, “You taste so fucking good…”
As he starts to flick his tongue against me harder, I try to push his head away—to get him to slow down, but he doesn’t. He grips my thighs tighter, and slips his tongue inside of me even further.
I expect him to stop any minute now, for him to take a break, but he never breaks his rhythm; he never slows for a single second.
“Blake.” My legs are quivering, and I can’t control my breathing. “Blake…”
Not answering me, he lifts one of my legs up and places it over his shoulder.
“Blake…Blake, stop…”
He squeezes my ass and continues to control me with his tongue, attacking my clit with kisses that make me scream his name louder and louder.
With my eyes still shut, I try to grab his head one last time and push him away, but he takes my hand and holds it still. Just as I’m about to yank it free, my body starts to convulse.
Tremors travel up and down my spine, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.
I feel Blake leaning over me and kissing my neck, whispering, “Let go, Paris,” and I scream—letting waves of pleasure roll through me over and over again.
My hips continue to shake as I open my eyes, and Blake rubs his palms against my thighs until they stop.
I lie there, panting, for what feels like forever—unsure of what the hell just happened. I mean, I’ve had that done to me before but not like that. Never like that.
Jesus…
Blake closes my legs and slips an arm underneath my hips, slowly lifting me up.
He re-fastens my robe without saying a word, and then he looks into my eyes. “I’m going to finish my shower. I’ll meet you in the living room in a little bit. Maybe you can think of another game we can play?” He trails his fingers against my lips before walking away.
At this very moment, I wish I had a set of giddy girlfriends to call, someone who can relate to this, but all I have is David.
Oh well.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and call him.
“What’s up, Pear Pear?” he answers.
“He fucked my pussy with his mouth.”
“What?” He sounds as if he’s choking. “What did you just say?”
“The guy I’m staying with...”
“The Blake? You decided to stay with him the entire time? No hotel?”
“No, but that’s not what I called to talk to you about.” I am literally grinning from ear to ear. “He just went down on me and I loved it!”
“We need to redefine the lines of our best friend partnership, Paris. This is so out of bounds for appropriate conversation.”
“It was amazing! Like, more than amazing! Adrian was good, but he wasn’t memorable good when it came to doing that to me. I mean, I usually had to force him to do it and he would only do it for like ten minutes. Did I ever tell you that?”
“Why are we still having this conversation?”
“Blake was down there for a very long time—a very, very long time.”
“Paris…”
“And he made me come! Hard! I haven’t had an orgasm in over a year, and I’ve never had one like that before!”
“I’m very sorry to hear that.” The sound of Blake’s voice makes me drop the phone to the floor.
I stand completely frozen to my spot, unsure of what to say next.
“That sounded like an interesting conversation.” He walks over and picks up my phone. Then he looks into my eyes—smoothing my hair with his hands. “Good to know you thought it was amazing.”
“I wasn’t talking about you.”
“Someone else made you come within the last hour?”
I take my phone from him and turn to walk away, but he pulls me into his arms.
“Did you think of something we could do tonight?”
“We’re not playing Never-Have-I Ever.”
He grins. “I wouldn’t want to play that if I were you either. What do you normally do when you’re stuck at home?”