The Layover(22)
“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 fuck.” 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.
OH. MY. GOD...
My mouth is hanging open. I’m not sure if he really just did that.
“I did,” he says, as if he can read my mind. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled sheet of paper. “My New Year’s Resolutions...Number five: Have hot and passionate sex with someone who isn’t Adrian...”
I can feel all the color leaving my face, feel my heart pounding louder and louder. “Where did you get that?”
“It fell out of your jacket this morning when I took you to the airport. I was actually about to toss it away and drive off, but once I opened it and read it, I decided that wasn’t the best idea...”