**VIII: Blake**
**Blake**
Blake could feel her nails digging into Liam’s shoulders as she held him down. He hadn’t tried to rise, but his suggestion had evoked a primal, visceral response within her that had managed to break through the haze in her mind that almost getting him off had created. Ironically, that made his suggestion even more valid.
*Fuck that. He’s mine, and I finally got him into my bed. He’s not going* anywhere!
Blake tried to think of a less crazy-sounding way to say that.
“I am *not* wasting a night where I can be with you by having you sleep on the fucking couch.”
That kind of worked. Blake didn’t think it sounded too crazy, at least.
“I just—” she started again, then sighed.
*You fucking need this.*
*I need something…his cock felt so fucking good against my ass*…she shivered just thinking about that. *But no sex. Not yet. I have to at least try to be good.*
Blake drew herself up, meeting Liam’s gaze again.
“I don’t think we should have sex tonight,” she said, forcing each word out with considerable effort, “But I want to suck your cock.”