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 p**n collection. But if I did, I think 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. “Lay 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 pu**y 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. “Fuck...”
I shut my eyes as his tongue swirls around my lips, as he whispers, “You taste so f**king good...”
As he starts to flick his tongue against me even 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 for 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 f**k 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 start traveling 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 f**ked my pu**y 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 f**king 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 cum! HARD! I haven’t cum in over a year, and I’ve never cum 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 a really 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.”