“It would...You really are a virgin aren’t you?”
“Care to share how you could ever come to that conclusion?”
“Simple really.” I replay the past few days in my mind and realize that it really does make sense. He could really be a virgin “Well first of all, you flirted with me a lot on the plane and you said some outrageous sexual shit, but you admitted that you only did that because you thought you’d never see me again. Because you knew you’d never have to prove it, because you couldn’t due to your lack of experience.”
He raises his eyebrow, but I continue.
“The other night, when you asked me for a kiss, you just kissed me and that was it. No non-virgin would do something like that. He would at least try to take things a little further, try to touch me somewhere else.” This is all adding up and I almost feel silly for not picking up on this sooner. “And then last night, when we were in the middle of playing Never Have I Ever, you tried to make it seem like you were sooo good at sex. Typical virgin behavior. And you finger-fucked me. Seriously? I haven’t been finger f**ked since I was in tenth grade...Oh, and it was by a guy who was also a virgin.”
“Are those all of your reasons?” He leans closer and blows a strand of hair away from my face.
“You need more? Everything I’ve said is pretty concrete.” I cross my arms. “Oh, and add in the fact that you’ve never had a girlfriend. That’s a dead ass give away...You know what else? I’m pretty sure you have a p**n collection buried underneath your lifetime supply of condoms. So if you’d like, we can watch a video together and I can explain sex to you. I can tell you all about it.”
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 suddenly 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 and then he stops.
“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 actually told you how much I wanted to f**k you, you might not have ever 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 dick.”
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 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.