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Jon.

Lucas releases a breathy laugh, "What'd you say?"

I kiss his sweet spot after digging my lips into the croon of his neck, releasing a very sexual moan. Love it. "Are you okay Sparky?"

"Yes." Liar, his voice noticeably trembled with a one syllable word. "You've never given a blow job?"

I shake my head from left to right and nibble his ear, I should probably be offended but I've been arrested, skinny dipped, and loads of other things. I don't entirely blame him. "Nope." I pop the 'p' and throw my left leg over his legs to straddle him.

"Wow." He clears his throat, "so you want to give one to me?"

"Duh." I grind against his engorged member and gasp slightly. "Is that okay?" I reach for the hem of the tank top and slide it over my head. I grind again and hear a deep moan from the back of his throat.

"Um hell yeah." He starts to laugh and leans up to kiss me. "You're so fucking hot." Our lips crash together again and I feel nervous. The butterflies that always make their appearance when we kiss seem to have fucking multiplied. Damn.

Lucas slowly stops kissing me and I lean backward to see what the hell happened. "You really haven't?"

"Okay, now I'm getting pissed." I climb off of him and move to put my top back on.

"No, please don't be mad sweetheart. I just, can I ask why you haven't?"

Seriously, what the fuck is he thinking? "I am going to blame the fact you're being a total ass on the alcohol and answer your damn question." I throw my arms down after putting my shirt back on. "It's too intimate and I've never wanted to do it with someone before."

His emerald eyes make their way into my line of sight and he slowly pulls me back towards him. "Don't be mad at me." He's holding my hands and swivels me from side to side. "Come on baby. Let me see a smile." I will not smile. I won't do it. A few seconds later he's showering me with kisses, small and light butterfly kisses all over my face and neck. Damn it, "There it is." His thumb played with my bottom lip before kissing me. "I love that smile."

"I love you idiot."

"I love you too beautiful."

I can tell he is still hesitant about something so I place my forehead on his, "what's wrong?"

"Honestly?"

"What the hell else would I want?" We sat on the edge of the bed and he held my hand, "spill sparky."

"I am afraid that if you do that I won't remember because I am so much more drunk than you realize." I giggle and agree to wait. Which instantly relieves my nerves. "I'd fuck you good and right if I wasn't drunk."

"Holy shit, you are drunk. Come on." I take off his shoes and pants, lucky me and after laying him down on the bed I pull the comforter up over his body. "Stay awake for a few more minutes sparky." I kiss his head and run downstairs to get him a water.

"Riley." I slam the refrigerator door shut and see Zay standing there.

"What's up Ace?"

"Please no sex in my house."

I laugh and even though he was almost too late I agree. "He's pretty much passed out anyways, can't say I didn't try though. You are all a bunch of lightweights."

"He loves you a lot."

"I'm aware." Oh God, here comes the best friend, don't hurt my friend or I'll try to kick your ass shit. Try being the key word. "What's your point?"