“Are you a fan of shots?” Blake suddenly steps in front of me holding a tray of red colored shot glasses.
“What type of shots?”
“Vodka, but these are drinking game shots.”
“We can’t just drink without playing some type of game?”
“We could.” He sits next to me and sets the tray on the coffee table. “But since you’ve said that we don’t know each other that well, I think this is a good way to start.” He reaches out and drags a finger against my lips. “Do you know how to play Never Have I Ever?”
No...“Yes.” I feel him caressing my cheek with his other hand.
He must sense that I have no idea what that game entails, because he begins to explain. “I’ll say something, something like ‘Never have I ever sat next to a beautiful stranger on a plane.’ Since that’s true, I’ll toss back a shot. You will too.” He laughs. “Then it’ll be your turn to tell me something you have or haven’t done before...”
My cheeks are on fire.
This is a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.
“Umm...” I notice him moving closer to me. “I’m not sure if we should play a game like that. Can we just watch another movie?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” He hands me a shot. “You’re too much of a distraction for me to focus on a movie. It barely worked the first night.”
“You’re forcing me to play?”
“Yes. Are you ready?” He grabs a drink for himself. “We can start things off simple. I’ll go first: Never have I ever kissed a stranger.”
We both toss our drinks back and I quickly grab another.
“Um...” I search for something to say. “Never have I ever...kissed someone in a car.”
He raises his eyebrow as he tosses a drink back. I consider tossing mine back so I won’t seem lame, but I don’t want to take any unnecessary shots.
“You dated your boyfriend for six years and he never kissed you in his car?”
“He wasn’t into public displays of affection.” I shrug. “Neither was I honestly. It wasn’t our thing.”
“Hmmm...” He picks up another shot. “Never have I ever slept naked.”
We both toss drinks back.
“Never have I ever...” I laugh. “Never have I ever sat on a couch with someone who I once thought was a murderer.”
“How creative...” He rolls his eyes and I down my drink.
“Your turn,” I say playfully. “Why don’t you say something like, never have I ever harassed a woman on a plane?”
“No thank you.” He looks directly into my eyes. “Never have I ever wanted to sleep with a stranger. A beautiful stranger.”
“Sleep with? You mean like cuddle?”
“I mean like f**k.” He picks up a shot and slowly pours it into his mouth, seemingly waiting for me to do the same, but I don’t make a move.
“How revealing of you, Blake. That’s very interesting, and also very sad... Never have I ever—”
“The purpose of this game is to tell the truth.” He cuts me off.
“Okay. And?”
“And if someone isn’t telling the truth,” he says as he grips my hips and pulls me into his lap—letting me straddle him, “they can be challenged and made to drink an extra shot.”
“How scary.” I can feel his dick hardening underneath me. “Please tell me more.”
He rubs his hands up and down my sides. “The thought of sleeping with me hasn’t crossed your mind?”
“Nope.”
“Is that honestly true?”
“Is there another type of true?” I try to move out of his lap, but his grip is too tight.
“You weren’t dreaming about me f**king you last night? After I kissed you, you didn’t want more?”
“How many different ways do you plan on asking the same question?” I keep my voice firm. “I said that I’ve never wanted to sleep with a stranger—that includes you. That means that I haven’t dreamed of f**king a stranger—that also includes you. Also, while we’re on the topic of—” I stop.
His hand is sliding into my jeans, stopping right at the crotch of my panties. He’s tapping his finger against the soaked spot, narrowing his eyes at me as he does it.
“You were saying?” He raises his eyebrow.
“I was saying that...” I gasp as he pushes my panties to the side and slips a finger inside of me. “I was saying that...”
“That you’ve never wanted to sleep with me?” he whispers. “That you weren’t wet when I massaged you?”
“Yes.”
He slips two fingers inside of me and moves them both in and out, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “There are penalties for lying in this game.”
“So?” I barely manage; his thumb is gently circling my clit.
“So I’m going to give you a chance to change your answer.” He kisses my neck. “Are you sure that you’ve never, ever, wanted to sleep with me?”
“Absolutely.” I suck in a breath as his fingers slide deeper and deeper.
“How sure?”
“Very.” I’m breathless. “Ten hundred percent sure to be exact.”
He smiles and slowly pulls his fingers out of me, then he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean.