Chapter 87: All The Sprinkles

Ethan 

His head snapped to look at me, "Don't bring down her level of integrity by suggesting I'm only with her because of the sex."

"Must be special then," I shrugged as the spike of jealousy came up so fast I could not close the tap, "Because I think I do a pretty great job."

He held up his hand, "You know my body better."

"And she doesn't?" I tilted my head as I spread my thighs wider apart as I rested my arms out on top of the couch. "She doesn't seem like the type to know which part of your dick you like a tongue to press against."

His face flushed, "Malia doesn't do those types of things."

I recoiled slightly as my lips twisted in confusion, "She hasn't sucked your dick before, she doesn't want to or never has before."

"I'm not going to talk about this with you Ethan, not behind her back," he defended. 

"Then she hasn't," I let out a chuckle as I shook my head, "You got yourself a virgin."