Briar
Ifinish shelving a stack of reference books, then head to the reference desk at the library.
My phone buzzes with a text from Poppy.
Poppy: Hey! What did you think about the apartment in my building that you toured yesterday?
Me: I loved it! It’s honestly perfect for what I need.
Yesterday, I looked at the vacant unit in Poppy’s apartment building. It’s a small studio, only about four hundred square feet, but it’s perfect for what I need. I don’t have much stuff anyway, and a smaller place means I won’t have to spend much to furnish it.
Poppy: Yay! Did you fill out an application?
Me: Yeah, I did it right after I toured the apartment. The leasing agent said it should only take a couple of days to approve.
Poppy: That’s awesome. I can’t wait to be neighbors!
Me: Me too!
I finish the rest of my homework, then skim social media to kill time since it’s so quiet. I glance around to make sure no one is looking over, then I pull up Blake’s account.
His latest post is a photo of him lying in bed, shirtless.
My mouth waters at the sight of all that ripped muscle. All those hard lines.
I took that photo after we woke up yesterday, right before I got on my knees and took his dick into my mouth.
I blush just remembering it.
“Hey, B.”
I whip my head up, startled at first. When I see it’s Blake standing in front of my desk, I grin.
“Hey.”
“You okay? Your face is a little red.”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, just…I was checking out your latest post,” I say softly.
His mouth tilts up in a handsome-as-hell smile. “Oh, yeah?”
I bite my lip and nod. Butterflies zoom through my tummy. I’ve been working up the nerve to tell him the next thing I want to try in bed with him.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, putting it off for a little while longer.
He unzips his backpack and pulls out my water bottle, an apple, a small bag of chips, and the granola bar I set aside this morning but forgot to pack. “You left this on the kitchen counter.”
A giddy feeling sprouts up in my chest. “You came all the way across campus to bring me this?”
His smile turns warm. “Yeah.”
“Blake, this is your busiest day of the week. You have practice and conditioning and classes until the evening.”
“I know.”
My heart does that floppy, bouncy thing in my chest.
“You have a busy day today too, and I knew how hungry you’d be without your snacks,” he says. He sets the food on the desk and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth.
“I can’t believe you did this,” I say softly against his mouth.
“I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs.
All the happy feelings inside of me collide and explode.
He’d do anything for me…because he’s perfect. The perfect guy. The perfect friend. The perfect boyfriend.
He’s not your boyfriend, remember? Don’t rush this. You’ll ruin how good everything is right now.
“So, um, I wanted to ask you something,” I say, trying to refocus.
He opens the bag of chips for me. He slides them over to me, like he’s silently reminding me to eat. My heart does that fluttery thing again.
“What do you want to ask me?”
I finish eating a chip and look up at him. “Do you remember that video you posted a while ago on your Instagram? The one where you wrote in the caption that your favorite necklace to give a girl is a hand necklace?”
His eyebrow lifts. “Yeah, I do remember that. Why?”
“Because…well…I wanna try that. In bed. With you.”
His eyes widen. He shocked.
I chuckle. “You seemed surprised.”
“That’s kind of rough. I didn’t know you were into that.”
“I wasn’t.” I bite my lip. “Until I saw that video with you.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, and his smile turns wicked. “Oh, yeah?”
I bite my lip and nod. His gaze lingers on my neck.
“I feel safe trying something a little rough with you, Blake.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Something intense and heated.
“Watching That Shirtless Guy for all these months…even when I didn’t know it was you…
it’s really helped me feel comfortable exploring what turns me on.
” I swallow as I work up the nerve to tell him this next part.
“Especially after what happened with my ex. Nothing turned me on. But then I found your account, and something woke up inside me. It’s helped me so much. ”
His brow lifts, and emotion flashes in his eyes. “Really?”
I nod. “You helped me get comfortable with sex, with figuring out what I like, even before you became my teacher in the bedroom.”
He flashes the most beautiful smile. Then he leans down and kisses the hinge of my jaw. I shiver.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asks.
“Positive.”
“Then let’s do it,” he growls.
* * *
I’m lying on Blake’s bed, watching him undress.
“I feel like I’m getting a live show of Magic Mike.”
He bursts out laughing as he pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it off to the side. “Should I put on some slow jams and dance around while I strip for you?”
When he sways his hips, I start giggling uncontrollably.
“Oh, come on. You can’t laugh. Not when I’m being off-the-charts sexy,” he jokes.
He pulls off his belt and swigs it over his head. The buckle smacks against an empty plastic cup on his desk, and it goes flying. I burst out laughing.
“Crap,” he says before dropping the belt on the floor.
He unzips his jeans and does a body roll as he slides them off, but his foot gets stuck in a pant leg, and he loses his balance, almost falling over. I grab my stomach, I’m laughing so hard.
“Stop, my stomach,” I say between breaths. “I can’t take it.”
He falls onto the bed wearing just his boxer briefs, grinning. “Ouch. I was giving you my best stuff. The sexiest striptease ever.”
I’m smiling so hard, my cheeks ache. I sit up and kiss him.
He laps his tongue against mine, licking softly, teasingly. I moan into his mouth. He grabs my waist, then trails his fingertips up my side. He circles his thumb over my nipple. I whimper.
It’s crazy how amazing everything is with Blake. How he can go from making me laugh so hard my stomach aches to giving me the filthiest, hottest kiss ever.
We make out. He takes off my shirt, then my shorts. I’m in just my bra and panties.
He leans back, breaking the kiss. He drags his hungry gaze over my body. Then he pulls the cup of my bra down and captures my nipple in his mouth.
My head falls back as I whimper. I tug my fingers through his hair as my clit starts to pulse.
“You like it when I suck on your perfect tits, don’t you, babe?”
I whine and nod, turned on like crazy by the roughness of his voice.
He sits up and pulls me over him to straddle his lap. He yanks down the other cup of my bra and works the hard bud in his mouth, teasing and sucking.
I’m grinding against the ridge of his erection as I whimper.
“That’s it. Grind your sweet pussy over my cock.”
I shiver, loving how he talks dirty when we’re fooling around. I’m hot all over. Between my legs, every inch of my skin.
He grabs my hips and guides me over the hard ridge of his dick, up and down, over and over.
This goes on for minutes. The buildup feels like the sweetest torture. I want to come so bad…but I like being teased. I like it when Blake takes his time with me. I like that he doesn’t rush. I like how he’s making sure I get every bit of pleasure out of this.
He kisses up my chest and the side of my neck. My eyes roll back. I’m whimpering, making the most desperate little sounds.
“So needy,” he says, smiling against my shoulder.
He wraps his big hand around my throat. I gasp. His hold is loose. He’s not even gripping me. More like resting his palm against my neck.
He locks eyes with me. “Is this okay?”
I nod.
“Say it, Briar. I need you to tell me you want this.”
“I want this.” I swallow. “You can tighten your grip if you want.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, but he doesn’t move.
“It’s really okay,” I say, my chest warm at how careful he’s being with me. “I want it, Blake.”
He tightens his grip around my throat. It’s still not tight, but I like it. It feels so…possessive. Like he’s staking his claim on me. Like I’m his.
“A little more,” I say. He presses a little harder.
“That’s it, Briar. I’m not going any harder.”
I look at him, taking in the watchful, fiery gaze in his eyes.
We’re both breathing hard. His breath scatters over my face, hot and wet.
“You really like this?” he asks.
My eyelids flutter, and I moan softly. “Yes. It turns me on so much.”
His throat bobs as he swallows. Then he leans in to kiss me. It’s slow and teasing at first, but then the intensity kicks up. Our tongues get filthy. With his other hand, he gently teases my nipple between his index finger and thumb.
“Check in with me, Briar. Does this feel okay? Do you like this?”
“Oh my god, yes,” I babble. My pussy is aching. Every time he softly pinches my nipple, I feel it in my clit.
“This feels…wow…so, so good,” I say.
“What else do you want right now, B? Tell me.”
The pleasure inside of me is sharp and intense. It’s making me dizzy.
I want to come. I need to come.
“I’m so close, Blake. Will you play with my clit and suck on my tits?”
A feral noise rips from his throat. There’s a flash of something dark in his eyes as he stares at me.
“Fuck, Briar. You don’t know what you do to me.”
He leans his head down and starts working his tongue all over my nipple. Then he slides his hands into my panties, pressing gently against my clit. I gasp, and my eyes roll back. His hold on my throat remains. It’s all too much, but it’s perfect too.
I’m being teased and touched and tongued to death, and it’s sweet, aching bliss.
Pleasure and heat tangle inside of me. I’m breathing so hard, my chest aches. I’m trembling, on the razor’s edge of climax.
Just then, Blake gently presses his teeth into the delicate skin of my breast. I cry out. A moment later, he slides his fingers into my pussy and presses his palm against my clit.
I fall apart instantly. My head falls back as I moan and whimper. My whole body is shaking as the pleasure hurtles through me, consuming me, lighting me on fire.
Everything is fuzzy. My hearing, my vision. It feels like my brain has shattered into a million pieces. It feels like my body is floating and heavy, somehow all at once.
I collapse against Blake, panting and moaning. He wraps his arms around me, dusting kisses over my neck and shoulder. Sweet, gentle kisses. Whisper soft. It makes my heart ache.
When I finally lean up to look at him, he’s smiling at me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. My head feels heavy. I bet I look drunk.
“That was incredible,” I say.
He cups my face and kisses my mouth this time. “I love watching you come. You’re so sexy.”
Blush splashes across my cheeks. “Really?”
“Yeah. You make the hottest noises. Your skin turns this pretty pink color. You look so wild and gorgeous.”
I can’t help the cheesy smile that pulls at my face. He’s so sweet.
I shift a little on his lap, feeling the hard bulge of his erection.
“Can we try something else?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“Can you fuck my throat?”