**XXXI: Blake**
“Thanks.”
“Thanks?”
“For letting me suck your cock,” she said, unable to keep herself from grinning at her mental picture of what is expression must be, “It was really fun. We should definitely do that again some time.”
Liam said something after that, but the words were too fuzzed and ephemeral for Blake’s mind to register. She didn’t fall asleep, exactly. She more…floated. The sensation seemed oddly familiar for some reason.
Then Blake found herself stepping out of Liam’s bathroom, a towel tied around her waist, bikini hanging up behind her on the shower. Well—bikini bottoms, at least. Teasing Liam while they swam in her pool had been too tempting to resist. She just hadn’t tied it tight enough. Once it came off…well…he’d already seen much more than just her tits. After that, there was no reason for her to cover up now.
As Blake stepped into her bedroom, she frowned at the sight of Liam on her bed, looking at his phone. The jerk was wearing pants! A towel would have been much easier for Blake to just rip off.
Thinking about that reminded Blake of her throbbing pussy and its current predicament.