WARNING! I wanted to surprise y'all but I thought I should warn you. Soooo. This is the smut you've been BUGGING me relentlessly about. And I don't do smut halfway. So, kids, beware. Stay away from this chapter. There's..... *looks around, cups mouth, says softly* sex in it.

Lexi, the Impatient

If anyone asked me what my name was, I had no idea. I couldn't even count to twenty or recite the alphabet.

Holy fracking shit.

Blake's face was in between my legs and holy frack did he know what he was doing. I was holding on so tightly to his bedding that I wouldn't be surprise I'd rip it where my nails dug into it.

He was just, so. Fracking. Good.

For a guy who claimed he'd never done this to anyone else, he sure knew how to get a girl going. Okay, sure this wasn't his first try on me, but... oh fraaaaaaack.

Eyes rolling in the back of my head, head thrown back, toes curling, heels pressing on his thighs. "Blake... OH... Blake..."

Blake stopped everything, and I just cracked one eye open in time to see him lifting his head and smirking wickedly at me. "Yes?"

"Why are you stopping?" I moaned that. Plead, moan, cry. A mix of the three.

"Oh, were we in a hurry?" Blake rested in between my legs, his elbows on each side of my waist, propping his chin on his fists over me, smiling his sweet-but-oh-so-wicked smile. "I'm sorry I didn't know."

I grabbed his bicep, and this time I was digging into his skin instead of his bedding. "Shut up!"

Blake really wasn't fazed by my nails thought. Instead, he was running his tongue around my navel, a clear reminder of what he'd been doing a little south just a few seconds ago, his hands sliding under me, his fingers grazing the skin of my back. "You always want me silent, I really don't get it, I thought you liked it when I used my tongue," he teased.

"Yes, just doing something other than talking," I gasped while he trailed kisses up, stopping right between my breasts.

Blake brushed his chin between my breasts, his light stubble shooting pleasure waves right in them. "You love my talking, you fell in love with it." Blake pointed out. "Do you just love me for my tongue? I thought you were obsessed with my chest,"

"I love both equally. But your chest doesn't have your tongue's skills."

"What a shame."

His hands curled from around my back and wrapped around my breasts, kneading them, massaging them while his lips wrap around one nipple pulling and sucking and grazing with his teeth softly, and then the other and then back and then back.

"Hmmm... don't take this the wrong way but I swear to god you got more boobs," Blake said, one hand going to my thighs, stroking it around, close to where I really wanted him to go back.

"I really don't care about this right now."

"But I do."

"Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't think you understand how fucking thrilling it is to get you so turned on. I have more gratification turning you on than getting off."

Before I could truly process what he had just said, Blake was kissing my neck softly, just feather-light brushes of his lips against my skin.

He pressed right against my most sensitive parts, rubbing that sword of his up and down and round and round at a torturing slow pace. Plus, he was still wearing his boxers so there was fabric between us and that just made the whole ordeal even more of a torture.

I hadn't had the time to take his boxers off yet. Basically, for the last month for some reason I'd been hyper sensitive whenever Blake touched me and that had been a recipe for disaster. Honestly, Blake would just brush his hand lightly against my back, while I was doing the dishes and we'd be naked and having sex on the counter thirty seconds later.

This time, his parents had been gone for two weeks and they were coming back today so they had invited us for dinner, but when we got here, they'd call telling him their flight had been cancelled. So here we were, alone in that big house and next thing I know we're heading to his old room and I'm naked and ready by the time we reach his bed.

Of course, Blake being Blake, he didn't believe in instant gratification. We were creating art here, and I was thinking this with sass, because frack, just fuck me quick to begin with at least. I was so wet it was almost embarrassing. My heartbeat was pounding between my legs and it was actually painful how much I needed the release.

The boxers were coming off now. I lifted my right leg high enough to grab his boxers with my toes and pulled them down.

"You know, for a girl who claims I'm the first guy she's ever done anything even remotely close to this with, you sure have skills," Blake pointed out. I know he liked it when I pulled his boxers down like that, or well, when I just pulled his boxers down in general.

"For a guy who claims he's never gone down on a girl, you sure know how to lick a clit."

Blake burst into laughter.

"What?" I asked.

"Lick a clit?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Absolutely nothing, it's beautiful," Blake chuckled. He was having way too much fun here, and not the right kind of fun.

And unfortunately, even with the boxers off, he didn't complete his mission, he was just like a guest roaming around on the porch but never getting inside the house. He was alternating between the tip running circles and his length rubbing against everything painfully sweetly.

Seriously, I think I was making a mess on my own right now. We'd have to clean his bed before leaving. Would he just get on with the program already?

When he finally positioned himself and pressed that sword of his inside, going way too slowly, I grabbed his butt and push him all the way in.

I bit his shoulder to stop my cry of pleasure. Blake hadn't seen that one coming so his arms gave out a little and he crushed me more fully on the bed, moaning loudly in my ear.

"You impatient Pumpkin," he gasped, his hips moving of their own accord.

I rolled my hips around him, contracting and de-contracting my muscles around him. It felt so intensely good.

He moved in and out, in and out but then the bastard stayed out.

"Blaaaaake," I moaned, biting him again, but this time harder, my legs wrapping more tightly around him.

"Shush, shush, shush," he stopped me, and grabbed my legs, unwrapping them. His mouth just went right back to my core. I wanted to throttle him. He better not just tease me again for another half hour.

Luckily, he didn't disappoint. If earlier, he'd been excruciatingly soft and deliciously slow, now he was toes-curling hard and eye-rolling swift.

His tongue went right inside of me. My back arched. I saw stars.

One hand kneading my breast. His tongue moving to my most sensitive piece of skin. Two fingers rolling inside of me.

"Oh fuck Blake, oh fuck, don't stop, ooooh," I moaned.

Suddenly, Blake threw the cover over me, and well half of him.

"Wow, oh wow, I'm so god damn proud. Excellent form Blake," a voice coming from where the door was said. I'd never heard anyone walk in. I was elsewhere preoccupied.

I would have wiggled out of Blake's touch in surprise, but Blake just pressed one of his hands on my stomach, keeping me down, the fingers inside still moving, the tongue still lapping. "I'm sorry Josh, but I'm not supposed to stop," Blake just said quickly in between licks. And honestly, fuck that. I was so close to the edge, I didn't give a shit. Blake wasn't stopping? Fine with me. And then he added, "Get the fuck out." The tone he used... yeah, I didn't even have to peek under the cover. I knew we were alone now. I would have gotten the fuck out too. However inappropriate Josh was and however he liked to torture Blake, this was soooo not the time.

And then, BAM, I was coming. Back arching off the bed, head thrown back, eyelids tightly closed, moan dragging out of my mouth.

And Blake that little bitch was relentless. He didn't stop, not for a second, and I just moaned and moaned and when I was finally coming down the pleasure wave, Blake was right back inside of me, pushing one of my legs up, as far as it could go.

"Lexi," Blake moaned, his face pressed against my neck and then he really started to move.

In and out, roll. In and out, in and out, roll. I just kept up with him, my nails digging into his back.

It was one of those times when I almost wanted to tell him to stop because the working up to the orgasm was so intense it was almost painful.

Making love with Blake was something that still overwhelmed me completely. Having him everywhere, touching, feeling, stroking, kissing, licking every inch of me, it was addicting. I'd been worried at first, that I would have no clue what I was doing, that it would be awkward having sex with him, that I'd make the wrong sound, that sex would stink, that it would hurt, that it would be nothing like I imagined, at least not the pleasurable scenarios. But sex with Blake was perfect. I loved everything about it, however maddening it was sometimes. I loved being one with him, giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. I loved smelling like Blake even inside of me. It was probably kind of twisted that this was something I wanted. I didn't know. I had no idea where you drew the line when it came to inappropriateness. My friends were too crazy to be good references.

Anyway, anything Blake related was a good thing in my book.

It didn't take me long to finish and it was one of those times when Blake followed me suit, and when I did finish I felt it everywhere. Every single extremity of my body tingled from Blake's love.

"I know this is going to completely destroy my tough guy act but I can't move," Blake said lying on top of me. He'd collapsed over me, his arms still wrapped around me, his face still buried in my neck from where he'd moaned my name over and over again, that very pleasurable part of his still buried inside of me. "I can't even open my eyes."

"Unfortunately my dear running back boy you'll have to move just a little."

"Why?"

"I need to show you what I can do with my tongue... but first, let me get those fundies."