And she didn’t.
In the history of blowjobs, I was certain Paige gave the very best ones. She made me feel like I was coming to life, and that wasn’t a very easy thing to do. She played with my balls and she slid my cock into her throat. She groaned, and I looked down to see her hand between her legs.
“You look so fucking sexy,” I told her.
“You love it when I suck your cock,” she said, looking up. Her eyes look wild with arousal, and she was excited. I loved seeing her like that, loved watching the way she licked my body like she was made to do this.
“I love so much about you,” I murmured, and I closed my eyes as she played with me. Soon I was close: too close for comfort.
“I want to ride your cock,” she looked up at me.
Then she waited.
It was a strange sort of look. She was always so damn brave, but right now, she looked nervous, as though I was going to tell her no.
When it came to Paige, I wasn’t sure I could tell her no even if I wanted to, and I definitely, definitely, didn’t want to.
So instead of telling her no, I said the stupidest thing that popped into my head.
“I don’t have a condom,” I whispered.
I hadn’t carried one in years. Not that I’d slept with anyone in a very, very long time. I hadn’t. Not since I lost my sister. It was like a switch had flipped on the day I’d found out that she had died. I suddenly aged fifty years overnight. Suddenly, nothing seemed interesting or fun or wild anymore.
At least, it hadn’t until I had met Paige.
Then everything had definitely changed, and my world had seemed to crash into hers in a way I had never expected it to.
“I’m clean,” she whispered. “I’m on the pill.”
That was good enough for me. I trusted her completely. Probably, I shouldn’t have. Trusting people was a fast way to get hurt or robbed, but when it came to Paige, I just couldn’t find anything bad or rotten. She was an innocent, and she was too good for me.
I pushed those thoughts aside, and I reached for her, pulling her up and over me.
“Tell me you’re sure,” I whispered.
“I’m sure.”
I grabbed her hips and held them in place as I thrust up into her. She closed her eyes and groaned as I filled her up with my cock. I pulsed into her, thrusting up over and over again. She reached for my shoulders, and she held on as I fucked her right there in the damn tub.
Her breasts bounced, and I reached out with my tongue and flicked it over one of her nipples.
“Mr. Locke,” she whispered.
“Paige, my cock is buried inside of you,” I told her. “You can forget your manners for a little while.”
“Nathan,” she whispered, and hearing my name – my first name, my real name – on her lips, just about made me lose total control right then.
I made love to Paige to what felt like an eternity. I reached between us, rubbing my fingers over her clit.
“I’m close,” she whispered.
“Wait,” I told her. I shifted, sliding down into the tub, and I pushed on her bottom, urging her to climb up. “Come on my face, princess,” I told her. She didn’t even hesitate. She just climbed up, pressing her body against my mouth, and she rode my tongue until she was coming undone. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life, and when she slid back down, moving onto my cock once more, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I came, whispering her name, pulling on her hair, filling her up.
I came so hard that I felt dizzy, and for a second, everything went back.
Just for a second.