Shit.

Busted.

Speak!

I shook my head. “Huh?”

“On your laptop.”

Phew.

“Oh…on my laptop. Right. Just useless surfing.”

She grinned. “I see.”

Our eyes were locked on each other as we just sat there, and this time, I was transfixed by what lie above her neck. Looking into her blue eyes was like gazing at a calm ocean. My stare didn’t break until the bed next door starting squeaking.

Friggin’ Ryan and Tarah having sex.

Well, that was awkward. Say something to break the ice, Jake. While you’re at it, break a piece off and rub it over your dick to cool it down.

I cleared my throat and asked sarcastically, “You think they’re having sex?”

Nina’s cheeks were rosy as she looked down. She was so stinking adorable. “Should we just pretend it’s not happening?”

“Yeah. You wanna do a math lesson?”

“Sure.”

“Let’s see…we can talk about the probability of sixty-nine,” I joked.

She blushed even more. “I would say based on that noise, it’s very high.”

We both started to laugh, but all I could focus on was the fact that she actually knew what sixty-nine meant. Sweet, innocent girl…with a dirty mind. And I thought I couldn’t want her more than I already did.

The noises from next door stopped, but the silence that followed was even more unbearable.

I looked up at her, and she batted her eyelashes at me. She wanted me, too. That was clear and making this so much harder.

I started picking at the lint on my comforter to distract myself from the need building inside of me. It really wasn’t working because my mind started going in a different direction. All I could think about was whether or not she was a virgin. Even though she was probably too old to have not had sex, she gave off a vibe of purity and sexual naivety. Maybe if she were a virgin, it would help convince little Jake down there that things couldn’t go any further anyway, regardless of my holding back.

It was against my better judgment, but I said it anyway. “I bet that prick ex-boyfriend of yours sucked in bed.”

She looked shocked at my assertion. After a few seconds, she said, “Actually, he did…big-time.”

Okay. Question answered.

My body went rigid as I sat up straighter. “So, you have had sex.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughed nervously.

“See, now I’ve made you blush. I’m sorry. You just strike me as a certain kind of girl.”

“What kind of girl is that?”

“It’s nothing bad. Just…innocent…maybe a virgin.” I looked up at the ceiling. What the fuck did I get myself into with this conversation? Just tell her the truth. “The kind of girl that guys like me are dying to corrupt.”

She wasn’t saying anything. The mood shifted again and grew even tenser. I backed away against the headboard to keep my distance because my willpower was dwindling fast.

Then, she cleared her throat. “Well, in answer to your question…yes, I have had sex, but it was just with him.”

“He was your only, and he sucked in bed? That’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah. It was unfortunate. I never even actually…you know…with him.”

“You never what?” I asked. As I looked at her expression, what she meant suddenly dawned on me. My smile faded. Holy shit. No. My voice went low in disbelief. “You never came? You never even had an orgasm?”

She shook her head. “Not from another person.”

Whatever reserve I had built up was destroyed in that moment as images of Nina touching herself flooded my brain. All of the blood in my body rushed straight to my dick.

I started attacking the lint on my comforter again as if that were going to help. My dick was completely hard now, and there was nowhere to run and nothing I could do. Either I was looking at her beautiful, wanting eyes, hard nipples or thinking about her getting herself off. It was a blue balls trifecta.

My cock twitched as I imagined her eyes closed, spread eagle, clit glistening, pleasuring herself. What did she think about in that pretty little head of hers when she did it? I wanted it to be me. Why was I torturing myself, asking her these questions? Still, I wanted to hear more. If I couldn’t touch her, I damn well wanted material for later. I needed to hear more. So, I kept on with it.

“So, you come when you touch yourself…”

“Yeah,” she simply said.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes for a moment. It was impossible to believe that no guy had ever made her come. I hoped she knew that wasn’t normal. “Sex doesn’t count if he didn’t make you come, Nina. You’re basically still a virgin.” I bit down on my lip ring in frustration. “He had sex. You didn’t.”

What a damn shame that no one had ever pleasured her. It made me angry, but in a twisted way, it invigorated me. I wanted nothing more than to be the first man to ever make her come…with my mouth, with my hands, with my cock buried deep inside of her.

You have no idea what I would do to you, Nina, if it were that simple. What I might do to you anyway if you don’t get the fuck out of here soon.

I continued to look at her, imagining all the different ways I would make her come if I could. Her cheeks were flush from this conversation alone, and I wondered what they’d look like if I reached over and kissed her senseless.