If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse: A Dark Grumpy Sunshine Romance

Chapter 12

Briar

So, I’m starting to believe that manifestation is real.

I manifested Rurik being nicer to me, being inside his house, and falling in love with me.

Okay, okay — He doesn’t love me.

Yet.

But he”s not looking at me with his usual animosity, and he did invite me to come over. Sure, it”s because my hand hurts, and he feels terrible because of it, but whatever.

Hmm… Maybe I should thank those three idiots for trying to grab Rurik because, thanks to them, I got to punch them to the point where my hand hurts.

I follow him into the living room but freeze at the sight before me. Honestly, I had expected the stereotypical bachelor pad: just a plain black coffee table, one armchair, and a TV on the floor. I also anticipate seeing beer cans or random socks littered everywhere.

However, that isn”t the case.

His apartment is minimalistic, yes, but it exudes a certain sophistication. A wide black leather L-shaped couch dominates the space, complemented by cool tiled white floors and a sleek glass coffee table. Oh, and look, there’s a TV on a TV stand.

But damn, he”s clean as fuck. His apartment is spotless, and I don”t know why, but I”m trying hard to control my libido. Did I just get turned on because a man’s apartment is clean?

Calm your tits, girl. Don”t get all horny just because Rurik isn”t a nasty pig.

Rurik clears my throat, interrupting my thoughts. He nods toward the couch.

“You can sit there,” He mutters, walking away. “I’ll go get the first aid kit. It’s in the bathroom.”

This is my first time inside his space, and he expects me to sit on the couch and not snoop? He”s so fucking adorable.

Humming, I slowly walk around, taking in the little knick-knacks spread across his TV stand, the pictures of him and his mom on the wall, and a bookshelf. My curiosity spikes as I peruse the titles of his books. Unfortunately, it turns to disappointment when I realize they”re all non-fiction.

Boring. I read to escape, not to learn about pretentious stuff.

I turn around and continue exploring, noticing that despite his being an artist, there are no paintings displayed on the wall—at least, not of his. Sighing, I walk over to his kitchen to continue my exploration.

I open drawers and cabinets.

What?

I want to know what he likes to eat. Then, the next time I come over, I can make him something.

I rummage through the junk in his cabinets, hoping to find food that is not snacks or sweets. But that”s all I see. Just snacks. What the fuck? What the hell does he eat? Oh god, he”s not actually a starving artist, is he?

With a heavy sigh, I close the drawers and cabinets and mutter, ”Un-fucking-believable.”

“Why the fuck are you huffing and puffing in my kitchen?”

I turn around to frown at Rurik, who was holding a big red box which I assume is the first aid kit.

“Why don’t you have food?” I can’t help but snap.

He blinks at me in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? I have food.”

I cross my arms and lean my hips against the counter. “Cereal and graham crackers can’t be the only thing you eat.”

Rurik”s cheeks turn pink as he scowls, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t. I have peanut butter, too, and protein shakes.”

I stare at him for a few seconds before rolling my eyes. Rurik is such a fucking guy.

“I order delivery, too,” he adds as if that was worth including.

“You don’t cook?”

He glares and walks over to me, tightly wrapping his fingers around my elbow — ignoring my “Ooh, I love it when you’re rough” comment — and pulling me away from the kitchen. He then forces me to sit on the couch and snaps, “None of your damn business.”

I grin as he pulls a stool before me to sit on. Opening the first aid kit, he retrieves a gauze dressing, a white roller bandage, and medical tape.

He holds out his hand, waiting. I raise a brow and gently place my injured hand on his palm. His brows furrow as he leans closer to inspect the skin. I can”t resist teasing, “Are you going to kiss my hand like a gentleman, Rurik?”

Immediately, he looks up, a flash of annoyance and... amusement flickering across his face. I keep grinning like an idiot as he returns his attention to my hand and starts treating it.

As he wraps my hand, I can”t help but feel a surge of adoration towards him.

He gently handles my injured hand, blowing on my skin to ease the burning sting when applying the cleaning solution. His genuine concern in his voice as he asks, “Are you good?” and “Does that hurt?” suggests that he”s genuinely afraid of causing me any further pain.

He’s so fucking cute; I want to bite his lip.

So I did.

Rurik immediately pulls away, his eyes wide with shock. He slowly lifts his hand and touches his bottom lip, feeling the little bump I may have given him.

“What the fuck, Briar.” He grunts, shaking his head as he retapes the bandage.

“Sorry,” Not really. “You’re just so irresistible.”

To my delight, Rurik”s complexion flushes a bright shade of pink.

“You’re impossible.” He scoffs, shaking his head.

“You love it.”

His eyes flicker to my face, glaring at my smug grin. “If you don’t stop your shit and act like a real human being, I’m going to do a horrible job at this and make sure you get an infection.”

“Did you know your left eyebrow twitches whenever you’re annoyed?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Your lips press into a thin line when you’re pissed.”

His cheeks adorably puff as he lets out a sharp breath.

I squeeze his cheek with my uninjured hand, and he slaps it.

“Briar!”

“I love the way you scream my name.”

“You’re like a fucking child,” I could have sworn I saw his lips twitch into a small reluctant smile, but it may just be the delusion playing in my mind.

Before I can continue fucking with him, he inspects my hand again and says roughly, “You’re done.”

I glance at his work and beam, “Nice! Thank you, Rurik.”

I didn’t realize Rurik’s skin could flush even more, but it happens again after I thank him.

He mutters something under his breath as he gathers the supplies he used and stuffs them back into the first aid kit. After it clicks closed, he takes a heavy breath and turns to me.

I raise a brow, waiting for him to kick me out.

But he doesn’t.

He simply gazes at me, his eyes flickering to my lips and then back to my eyes. They dart back and forth across my face as if he’s determined to take in every detail, not wanting to miss a thing.

And then, he swallows hard.

Oof— There goes my control.

My sanity is dragged down along with it, too.

I fucking lose it.

I surge forward, nipping at his Adam’s apple and licking his skin while wrapping my hand around his neck. Rurik immediately releases the most delicious surprised sound, throwing his hands on the coffee table to steady himself against the force.

“Fuck,” He groans as my teeth graze his jaw and my tongue eases the skin. “Get off of me, Briar.”

It”s funny he says that, yet the way his hands slide around my waist tells me otherwise.

As he attempts to rise from the stool, I allow him, only to spin us around and push him onto the couch swiftly. An exquisite groan escapes him as I pepper kisses all over his face, our lips meeting in a fiery collision while our tongues engage in a passionate dance.

He places his palms on my chest, and I stiffen, thinking he’s going to shove me away again. Instead, his hands trail lower until they cup my breasts, the pad of his thumb circling my hardening nipples.

He releases a deep puff of breath, and I swallow that up, nipping his bottom lip again before diving back in to fight with his tongue. I savor the taste of him, consume the intoxicating symphony of his husky groans and grunts that escape his mouth, and eagerly swallow the puffs of life he’s bringing back to me. When he bites my lip, a sharp pang of pain shoots through me, spreading a thrilling sensation throughout my body.

Holy shit.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I can’t believe he’s letting it go this far.

Manifestation is fucking real!

“Fuck!” Rurik repeats as my fingers wrap around the curls of his dark hair and tug it hard.

“We can if you want,” I tease against his lips, my hand slowly trailing down from his chest to his hard abs and teasingly rubbing the hardness, begging to be released from his pants.

He pulls his head back, and I continue kissing his throat and unbuttoning his shirt to give his chest some lip action, too.

“W-wait,” He shakes as my hand slips inside his pants and squeezes his dick.

“You remember the safe word?” I ask, looking up at him.

His eyes flicker all over my face before giving me a quick nod.

I grin at him again, continuing to kiss his Adam’s apple — I’m fucking obsessed with it, I don’t know why — and start jerking him off, using his precum as lube.

Rurik’s eyes roll to the back of his skull as he groans. “Fuck, d-don’t you dare, oh, shit —”

I force him to stop talking with my lips. He places a hand on my head and gathers my hair, pulling on it tightly. The harder I jerk him off, the tighter he pulls my hair. That welcoming, stinging sensation continues surging through me like wildfire as I kiss him.

And then, I pull away completely.

His hazy eyes gradually flutter open, and a surge of heat prickles my skin at the intensity of desire in his gaze. He blinks slowly, watching as I lower myself to the floor, kneeling before him.

“This looks familiar,” I tease, “Are you going to push me away this time, angel? Tell me how much you hate it when I call you that?”

He fucking swallows again, and I fight the urge to bite his throat once more like some weird wannabe vampire.

“I…I…” He whispers so slowly I could barely hear him.

“You don’t what?” I press.

He scowls but looks away as he murmurs so softly, “I don’t hate it.”

I smile up at him as I try to shove his pants and boxers down. To my disappointment, he places his hand on my wrists and shakes his head frantically. I frown, waiting for him to say the safe word.

Again, he doesn’t.

Instead, his eyes dart to the corner of the room as he mutters, “You don’t have to do that.”

I cock my head to the side, “I don’t have to do what?”

But he shakes his head, “That. You don’t have to… You know.” He glances back at me and nods at my hand that is currently wrapping around his fully hard dick.

“Why?” I ask, seriously confused. “Is it because of how big you are? Don’t worry, angel, I don’t have a gag reflex.”

Rurik’s face flushes a deep red.

And then I remember what he had told me before.

“When you said you’re a virgin,” I murmur slowly, “Did you mean you’re a virgin entirely? Like… You’ve also never had a blowjob before?”

He glares but doesn”t deny it.

Oh.

Oh.

He is so fucked. By me. He is so going to get fucked by me. Not today, though. I want him to enjoy my selfless act of giving him a blowjob.

Okay, maybe it’s not entirely selfless because I want to see him come undone for me, knowing I did that to him.

“Just relax, okay?” I say, kissing the tip. “Say the safe word, and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” His dick twitches. “I… Don’t —”

“If whatever you’re about to say isn’t ‘suck me dry, Briar,’ then I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up,” I lick the shaft. “And let me take care of you.”

Bitch, you just want to swallow him whole, don’t lie.

Why can’t I want both?

“You don’t have to do this — Fuck!” He gasps, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as my lips wrap around his cock.

I relax my jaw, swirling my tongue around his tip as his length slides down to my throat.

“Briar!” He groans that sounds like he’s in pain.

I look up at him to ensure he’s okay, but I nearly come at the sight before me. His eyes are wide open, and he”s staring at me with a wild expression as if I”m a Goddess who has appeared before him.

I’m not going to lie — Normally, I hate giving blowjobs. Almost 98% of the time I’m about to have sex with a guy, I refuse to suck him off. I don’t know where their dicks were. I don’t know how well they clean their dicks. And also… they sometimes smell so weird.

Like stale urine.

Fucking disgusting.

Dicks, overall, are disgusting.

But Rurik?

This blowjob is his first, and I want to please him. Also, he tastes delightful, and his dick is damn magnificent to look at. If his dick were on the menu at a five-diamond restaurant, I would order it in a heartbeat and leave a glowing review.

10/10 would recommend.

Although, I wouldn’t recommend he let others suck him off because then I would have to kill the fuck out of those people, bring them back to life so that I can kill them a second time for even daring to touch what”s mine.

What? I”m not ashamed to admit I”m a greedy little bitch when it comes to this man.

Rurik. Is. Mine.

The fingers holding my hair up tighten painfully, but I have a penchant for a bit of pain.

“Briar,” Rurik whispers as I continue to lick, suck, and swallow him.

“Mmm?” It’s hard to speak with a mouthful of dick.

“I — Ugh, shit! Y-you need to s-stop, wait, wha — Jesus fuck! Keep doing that — Briar!”

He’s a blubbering mess.

A surge of smug pride consumes me as I watch him. Who knew the uptight, grumpy asshole could melt into a fucking hot mess just by my mouth. I should have done this earlier.

“I…last…long,” Rurik releases a tortured groan. He sucks in a deep breath and grunts, “Shit, you’re swallowing my cock so well, baby.”

Fuck.

Did I just came a little?

He called me baby, and I don’t think he noticed it.

I’m going to store that in my little fucked up brain for later.

“Briar,” Rurik rolls his hips, his thrusts matching with the rhythm I’m going for. “This feels so. Fucking. Good!”

I wrap a hand around the shaft of his dick and pump at the same time I suck him.

“Stop,” Rurik mutters a curse and shakes his head, “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

I roll my eyes. I know this is his first time, but seriously? I want him to come into my mouth. I want to feel his hot release sliding down my throat as I suck every last bit of him.

He gently tries to push my face away, but I tighten my lips around him. He lets out a warning groan, to which I reply by continuously rubbing his dick in my mouth. I know I should slow down for him so he can savor the feeling of getting blown, buuuut I’m impatient.

I want him to come.

Like now, please, and thank you.

So I quicken my pace, my tongue swirling the sensitive part of his dick, licking the precum, squeezing my fingers around the shaft, and using a little bit of teeth to tease his skin.

“You’re so fucking crazy,” His breathing is rugged and rough.

I laugh softly, watching as his hips respond with a twitch to the vibrations.

Oh, angel. You’ve no idea how crazy I am.

Just to fuck with him, I cup his balls and gently squeeze, causing his dick to twitch while he lets out a string of “holy shit!” “Fucking fuck!” and my favorite, “What the fuck, Briar!” as he aggressively pounds into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck me… I’m going to…” Moments later, I feel and taste thick, hot strings of his salty release exploding into my mouth as Rurik lets out a deep, long groan.

His hands fist into my hair as his hips continue thrusting while riding his orgasm. One of his hands drops to my neck, his thumb caressing my throat as he tries to get his breathing in control.

Is he feeling my throat so he could feel me swallowing his release?

That’s fucking hot if that’s why.

Once I feel his length softening, I release him with a pop and lick my lips. I look up and grin at his face. My angel looks fucking wrecked. Tired but wrecked.

And I did that to him.

He stares at me, his eyes darting over my face as if he couldn’t believe what happened.

But then he closes his eyes tightly shut, inhaling one sharp breath. His breathing hitches, each uneven pulse consuming air as if he might collapse from the intensity of experiencing his very first le petite mort. He lifts a hand on his chest seconds later, his face scrunching up as if he’s feeling some sort of discomfort.

Shit.

I place a hand on top of his. I frown, an uneasy feeling sliding down my back. “Uh, are you okay, angel?”

“What the actual fuck,” He exhales, almost bewildered, as he reopens his eyes, their gaze now hooded as they bore down on me.

Glad that he’s still able to speak, I grin and wink. “Congratulations on getting your dick sucked for the first time, Rurik.”

He never tears his gaze from me.

I raise a brow, seeing his head beginning to nod off in a slow, bopping rhythm. Before I can ask if he”s okay again, he repeatedly blinks as if trying to chase the sleep quickly creeping into him.

Unfortunately, he loses because seconds later, his eyes droop, and his chin lands on his chest.

I stare at him.

Wow.

Pat yourself on the back for making him cum so hard that he literally passed out from exhaustion.

I fucking will, thank you.

I stand up and locate his bedroom and bathroom. After rinsing my mouth with an unopened travel mouthwash I find in one of his bathroom cabinets, I quickly run to Rurik’s side, throwing his arm around my shoulders as I bend my knees to pull him off the couch. He leans his whole weight on me, and even though he’s this big, muscular guy, I’m also strong.

The perks of the job training I was given.

“Briar,” he murmurs sleepily.

I glance at him to find his eyes still closed. “Yes, angel?”

He murmurs something, but I don’t catch it.

“Sorry?” I ask, literally dragging him to his room. “Can you repeat that?”

He groans as I dump him on his bed. He murmurs again as I remove his shoes, pull his socks off, and strip him from his work shirt and pants until he’s just wearing his boxers.

Instead of jumping his bones like I want to, I lift his blanket and pull it up to his chin. I tuck the blanket securely around him and kiss his lips.

“Sweet dreams, Rurik,” I whisper, kissing his forehead before straightening up.

He mumbles something, and I only catch the words “heart,” “caramel,” and “migraine.”

I frown at the randomness of his ramblings.

Has he been eating too many caramel bites, and is it giving him migraines or headaches? Judging by the lack of actual food I saw in his kitchen, I’m not surprised. Rolling my eyes, I make a mental note to buy him some ibuprofen to give to him the next time I see him.