I squeak. I’ve heard about guys going down, but Marissa says they don’t like it. Says men only do it to get their girlfriends to reciprocate.I look at Chase’s huge erection and wonder if my mouth would fit. Curiosity gets the better of me and now my mind is filled with the image of putting my tongue on his hardness.He’s pushing my thighs apart, one finger touching the tender outer lips and I arch, the sensation so great I think I might turn into dust if he puts his mouth there.“Just say stop if you don’t want it, Allie.”“Am I—?” I try to ask, the question hard to form. “Is it wrong to—?” I try again. He stops and looks up at me, resting his cheek on my soft inner thigh. “You can ask me anything you want.”“Are you sure you want to do this? Because I’ve heard guys don’t like it.”“Where’d you hear that from?” Chase asks with a laugh, his fingers playing with my wetness. One finger slowly makes its way inside me and I feel my muscles grip it, my voice suddenly gone.He pulls the finger out, then slowly slides it back in.
