The trip to Blake's place was torture. We had to take a detour because some roads were closed for the year-end events. We also needed to avoid some areas that were full of people blocking the street, having a new year euphoria. The supposedly ten-minute drive took us three times longer.

After we collected my jacket by the coat check, we walked back to his car, side by side at a respectful distance. It was when I noticed that he wasn't driving his black Mercedes. I was about to make a remark on his silver SUVs when he pushed me against the passenger door and kissed me again, tenderly this time. The words that were on the tip of my tongue melted into our kiss.

During the car ride, Blake's hand never left my thigh except for when he had to shift. Despite a piece of fabric between our bare skins, his touch was enough to raise my goosebumps. Especially when he occasionally stroked my thigh, I couldn't help thinking about how close his hand was to my groin, and it made me shudder.

The conversation in the toilet gave me the last push, but I didn't regret my decision. If I was the "Jen'' six months ago, I would have let Daphne's words go straight to my head. I would have just bolted out and run home, believing that I'd better stay away from trouble. But not now. This time I would walk straight into trouble and prove my points right. I believed what I had with Blake was a mutual attraction. I wanted him, and he wanted me, and we were going to fuck. No one was being used.

We finally reached his place which was located in the affluent area of the city. Once we entered the basement, he parked his car next to his black Mercedes. I wondered if he managed to afford this privilege with his income or if he came from a loaded family. He never really talked about his family background during our 'easy' talk at the Assessment Center. Realizing how little I knew about him made me feel uneasy for some reason. But the less I knew about him, the better it was. Right?

Unlike what we did at the bar, Blake's hand rested on the small of my back as we made our way to the elevator. Once we hopped in the car, he pressed button number fifteen, the top floor. It was going to be another long trip until we reached his door. For a moment I was thinking of cornering him and doing all the naughty things to him but the ding sound interrupted my thought.

The elevator stopped and the door slid open on the ground level, revealing a group of teenage girls giggling over something as they hopped in. Blake pulled me to him before snaking his hand around my waist, probably to make sure we wouldn't be separated by the group. The girls were bouncing excitedly about a cute someone they met at a party. Their excitement made me smile while Blake's nose nuzzled against my hair. The car stopped on the 7th floor and the group stormed out of the elevator.

"They just remind me of how I was in the past. Party and boys, then going home excited and couldn't stop gushing about it," I mumbled.

"Hmm, the joy of being teenagers. The problem is, I'm no teenager but I'm excited now. Very much. What should I do?" he murmured in my ear.

I turned my head sideways and raised my eyebrows. "Pray tell, what are you excited about?"

He chuckled. "You're probably going to run for your life if I told you what's going on inside my head now."

I bit my lower lip. "Try me."

The elevator made a ding sound again. As the car door slid open, a dark hall with granite floors came into view with the city lights illuminating through the glass wall on the other end. Blake herded me down the hallway, and metal sconces that ran on either side of us lit up automatically. When we stopped at the last door, he scrambled to open it before hurling me inside.

The next thing I knew, my back was pressed on the door with him hovering over me. His hands were on the sides of my head. I breathed heavily with anticipation while his piercing eyes were on mine, holding me captive. He then shifted his gaze to my slightly parted lips.

"What am I going to do with you?" he whispered as he brought his fingers to caress my cheeks. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against mine before sucking my lower lip, trapping it between his teeth.

I whimpered at the sensation. I pulled him by the neck before kissing him as hard as I could. It was almost painful but I didn't care. All these feelings I'd been holding back burst out uncontrollably, rushing through my veins. Had I not burned with lust, I would've been scared of how strong I felt for him right now.

Our jackets and sweaters were all scattered on the floor when Blake hauled me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist for balance. With me clinging to his torso, Blake walked us to the dark living room. The night lights beamed lazily through the enormous glass window, but it was enough for me to admire every curve of his face.

We fell onto a huge sofa with me straddling him as I continued assaulting his lips. I traced wet kisses along his jawline and down to his neck, earning a groan from him. His hands rested on my upper legs, rubbing them up and down with perfect pressure. When I felt his erection beneath me, I ground my bottom against him. I wanted to feel him.

Blake's fingers went up and traced the band of my leggings. "I don't think we need this right now," he mumbled before pulling it down and caressing my butt cheeks, making me shudder at the sensation of the skin-to-skin contact.

"Good idea." I propped myself up and took off my leggings slowly, provocatively, knowing that his dark eyes followed my every move. I climbed back on his lap with my bare legs, my knees on the sofa, trapping him. His hands were immediately back on my thighs, slowly rubbing them while pushing the hem of my dress higher.

"Yeah, this is better," Blake growled once he felt my lacy panties.

We kissed again while his hands continued rubbing my thighs, my hips, and up to my waist. The feeling was electrifying, and my arousal reacted to his touch submissively, proven by the tightness in my core that was getting unbearable. I wanted more friction, more of him.

He groaned when I ground myself faster against his erection. "Jennifer, if you don't stop now, I'm going to come in my pants." Blake gripped my hips to slow me down.

I rested my forehead on his shoulder and chuckled. "Maybe I want you to."

"Not yet." Blake's hand moved to my crotch and rubbed my soaked panties slowly, making me hold my breath in anticipation. "First, I want to taste this." His finger tweaked slightly, giving my clit a soft pressure, earning him a whimper. "And not before I know how it feels to be inside you," he whispered in my ear as he pushed my panties aside and his fingers made direct contact with my wetness.

A moan escaped my lips when his fingers went further, slipping inside my folds as his thumb continued teasing my nub. "You're so wet and hmm, so tight," he murmured before starting to stroke me at a steady pace.

I wriggled my hips and began riding his fingers. "Blake, please..." My breath was getting heavier. I was coming closer now as the familiar sensation built inside me. I ground myself against his fingers harder while pressing my forehead against his, desperate for release.

"Yes, give it to me, Jennifer. Cum for me. Now."

Under his command, I shuddered as I met my first orgasm. I felt my body explode into a million pieces, floating on the ocean of ecstasy. Blake stopped moving his hand to give me some time to get off my climax but his dark eyes never left my face.

"Look at you, you're so sexy when you come undone."

I grinned lazily. "Mmm."

As the post-orgasm bliss gradually left my system, he pulled his fingers off my pussy; they were slick with my juice. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly brought his fingers into his mouth, licking them off.

I giggled softly and shifted to adjust my panties when my hand accidentally touched his erection. I froze. "Oh, you didn't...let me." My hands immediately went to his zipper but his hands caught my wrist.

"We still have time. I just wanted to welcome you to my place." He smirked.

I raised my eyebrows. "That was an interesting way to welcome a guest."

"I can be creative, I know." He chuckled as he lifted his hand to caress my cheek. I could smell my scent on his fingers. Blake leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth. "Probably it's time to turn on the light and entertain my company with a proper drink."

Blake's apartment wasn't as spacious as I thought it would be, yet it was at least three times bigger than my flat. The living room was painted grey with an enormous glass window facing the city view. Black and white geometric rugs sprawled on the floor, underneath a black L-shaped sofa and a round coffee table. A large abstract painting centered off the sofa, hanging on the largest wall in the room. The bookshelf and electronic devices were set on the opposite side.

Surprisingly, his kitchen was as small as my kitchen but he had more space for the dining table and a bar corner. Down the hall stood three doors; a door to the bathroom and two more doors which I assumed were the bedrooms. A group of small abstract paintings was arranged along the hallway wall. Some of them looked rough like children's paintings while the rest showed more control and maturity. But they had the same soul: intense yet distant.

"Have you found your favorite yet?" His voice startled me.

I turned around and found him leaning on his bedroom door frame. I couldn't help glancing at his room. Grey. It must have been his favorite color. I shifted my gaze back to him. "I haven't decided yet. Who painted them?"

"Take a guess."

I turned back to study the paintings. As I looked closer, I saw a small note stating time on the corner of every painting. The first one was made in 1992 and had bold colors all over it. The later paintings used a less daring complexion and a few of them were dominated by shades of grey.

"You," I said.

Blake walked in my direction and stood next to me, looking up at the paintings. For a moment, I thought I saw a surge of emotions flash in his eyes, but it was gone once he glanced down at me. "Impressive. You guessed it right on the first try."

"I didn't know you painted."

"I used to. Not anymore."

"Why did you stop?"

"I don't know. Work I guess, and stuff." He shrugged before heading to the kitchen. "What do you want to drink?"

I followed him and hopped on his bar stool. "Just water, please."

Blake raised his eyebrows, looking surprised. "No alcohol?"

"Nope. I've had enough for tonight. Don't wanna wake up to a goddamn hammer banging on my head."

"I see." He smirked as he sauntered to me with a glass of water and a bottle of beer. He handed the glass to me before sneaking up at the spot between my legs. "Do you prefer waking up to someone banging you then?"

I laughed. "Depends."

"On?"

"Who the person is."

He took a sip of his beer. "Your pervert professor?"

I almost spurted the water out of my mouth. "You made it sound so dirty."

"There you go. One more thing to learn about me." He laughed before taking another sip. He glanced at my glass. "More water?"

"Yeah. I'll grab it myself," I replied as I stood up.

He caught me by the waist and pulled me to him before giving me another kiss. "Let's sit on the couch. I do like to relax and have some drinks before I make you scream my name while I'm inside you."

His words sent a jolt of desire straight to my core, making my pussy clench. Goddammit. I wasn't wearing panties underneath. If he made me wet again all too soon, my juice would be shamelessly dripping down my legs.

In the next thirty minutes, we were sit-spooning on the couch under his beige fleece throws, talking about random stuff. Well, he was more the one who had never-ending questions about me. For some reason, it felt natural for me to tell him about where and how I grew up, about my friends and family, and other general stuff. He listened attentively while occasionally playing with the lock of my hair and inhaling it. The interesting part was that he was quite curious about Dean even though I had made sure to leave out the part of our current predicament.

"So, he was your childhood crush and you two grew up together, but he never developed any feelings for you? Not even in one short phase of his life?"

I pursed my lips as the scene at the dock rushed through my head. "Yeah, that's pretty much the case."

"Why? Is he into guys?"

"If you meet his girlfriend then you'll know why."

"Hmm." His hand sneaked under the blanket and found my thigh before caressing it slowly. "I'm not so sure about that."

I muffled my moan when his hand roamed higher. "I have a question, though."

"Fire away."

"What happened with your date?"

His hand stopped for a brief second before traveling back down. "Huh? My date?"

"The one you had last summer."

"Oh, the one you were jealous of?" He smirked, resuming caressing my inner thigh.

I started breathing rougher. "You will never leave that part, will you?"

"Of course not." He chuckled before continuing, "I didn't ask her for a third date. She initiated it though, but I was too occupied with the other red hair at work."

"What do you mean? She was also red-haired?"

"Surprise, surprise."

"I thought blond was more your type," I blurted out.

"Oh? Why do you think that?"

I bit my tongue, contemplating whether or not to say it. And my stupid mouth decided for me. "I know about you and Daphne."

His hand stopped short.

I held my breath, already regretting my decision in bringing up her name.