Page 78 of I Blame the Rival

“I was wondering if you have done any of those things. The ones you listed.” I stutter the last bit, pointing to the romance book as if that might distract him long enough for me to run into my closet and hide from embarrassment.

“Is that a polite way of asking if I’m a virgin?”

My eyes go wide, “No! No, not at all. I mean, it’s okay if you are but I didn’t assume…” Catching sight of the humour flashing through Skylar’s eyes, I stop mid-sentence and point accusingly at him.

“Deadpan humour is not allowed when we’re talking about virginity.”

He tilts his head, “Who said I was joking?”

“I knowyou are.” Marching over to where he’s standing, I point at his blue iris, “This one sparkles when you’re joking while the other one,” Jabbing my finger at the brown iris, a smile breaks across my face, “Turns into a pool of melted chocolate. Iknowyou, Skylar. There’s no fooling me with a straight face.”

He smiles then, a real smile that chases away the shadows of his face and sets my soul on fire. We’re close enough to touch and suddenly, I can’t think of a single reason not to.

I reach up and trace the divots of his smile from his lips up to the crinkles of his eyes. My fingers brush over the edges ofhis cheekbones, silently thanking the fine bone structure that frames his face.

Skylar might spend his time making art, but he might be the most beautiful work of art I have ever seen.

“I’m not a virgin, Flower.” He presses a soft kiss onto the palm of my hand, “And yes, I have done most of the items listed on there.”

Skylar grabs my wrist and turns it slowly, tracing a finger over the pulse fluttering beneath the delicate skin. It’s hard to remember how to breathe when he’s touching me like this, making me feel like a new design he wants to memorize.

“The main character approached a few things differently than I would have.” Running his finger from my wrist to my elbow, Skylar watches every micro shiver that goes through me, “I didn’t like how fast he went through the green stage. I would have taken it slower so I could enjoy it more.”

I swallow, watching Skylar’s finger inch up my shoulder. His movements are precise and steady, exactly how you would expect an artist to be.

“Y-You enjoy oral sex?”

The stupidity of my question hits me immediately.

“Never mind, of course you like receiving-

“I didn’t say receiving.” He flicks his eyes to mine and I snap my mouth shut, feeling my panties dampen with the words left unsaid.

Skylar enjoys giving head.

Skylar

When I was reading the sex scene I outlined for Lacey, I had to stop to jerk off three times.

Not my proudest moment, but I hadn’t realized how graphic those scenes were. The words were crude enough, but they were nothing compared to the pictures that got painted inside my head. Pictures that didn’t feature the blonde heroine and the muscled up hero.

When the main character laid his partner down on the kitchen table to eat her out, it wasn’t blonde hair I was picturing. It wasn’t even the uncomfortable surface of a kitchen table.

Instead, it was dark curls splayed out on my bedspread while bright green eyes watched me from above. Flushed skin and freckles dancing along the pale stretch of her thighs while I slowly dragged my tongue over every inch of those impossibly long legs.

It might have been fictional characters getting off in the novel, but it was my flower that got me off in real life.

Lacey blinks rapidly, her cheeks flushed bright red. She looks nervous, unsure, and more than a little turned on.

“Have you ever been eaten out before, Flower?” I ask the question softly, trying not to scare her. My finger is still trailing up her arm, closing in on the bumps of her collarbone. I should stop touching her so she can have a moment to breathe, but her skin is so soft I can’t help myself.

“No.”She swallows, her eyes glued to mine as my finger reaches the thin strap of her tank top, “But I have given a blowjob before.”

I pause, taking a moment to let her words sink in.

“You went down on your boyfriend but he didn’t go down on you?”

Lacey bites her lip and nods, “He thought it was gross. Said it was too messy.”

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