Chapter 41 Blake
Blake
Irack the barbell after my last rep on the bench press.
I sit up and brace my hands on my legs as I take a breath.
“You almost done with that?” Travis asks.
I nod and stand up, then guzzle water from my bottle.
Nick walks over to spot Travis while he knocks out a few reps.
“Hey, do you guys wanna head to the diner for some food after this?” Nick asks.
“Yeah, sounds good,” Travis says.
Leo walks by on his way to the squat rack. “Count me in.”
“How about you, Blakey boy?” Nick asks.
“Sure, but I can’t stay long. I’m meeting Briar later.”
Nick smirks. “You two were loud the other night.”
Heat climbs up my cheeks, but I try to play it off. “Consider it payback for all the times you have Poppy over and things get loud.”
Nick just laughs, totally unbothered.
“Things going okay with Briar ever since that argument with her parents?” Travis asks.
“Yeah. She’s still sad about it, but I’ve been trying to distract her and cheer her up.”
Nick elbows me. “By giving her the D, right?”
I roll my eyes at him. “By being a good friend.”
Travis finishes up on the bench press, and I stretch out on the mat next to him.
“What are you and Briar up to later?” Leo asks.
I clear my throat, trying to think of a lie. No way am I going to tell him what we’re doing.
“Uh…we’re…” I’m clearing my throat again.
Nick, who’s stretching out next to me, just laughs. “Dude, you know exactly what they’re going to be doing.”
Leo looks at me. “Oh. Right. Sorry.” He turns away as he starts to smile.
I let out a breath. They all think Briar and I are going to fuck…but if they knew what we were actually going to do, their jaws would be on the floor.
I stand up. “You guys done yet? I’m starving.”
They all finish up, and we head to the diner. The whole time we’re there, the only thing I can think about is what I’m about to do with Briar.
* * *
“How do I look?” I ask, standing in front of Briar.
The mask I’m wearing has two small eye holes that are difficult to see through, but Briar’s smile is so bright, I could see it from a mile away.
“Oh my god, you look so hot!” she squeals.
I laugh. “Really? I don’t look like a psycho?”
She traces a finger along my bare chest. I shiver at her touch.
“You look like a hot psycho,” she says. I laugh.
The soft purr in her voice makes my cock twitch in my pants.
“Seriously though, you look insanely sexy.”
When Briar told me the other night that one of her fantasies was to see me wearing a scary mask, shirtless, while holding her by the throat, talking dirty, and using her vibrator on her, my brain almost melted. It was so unexpected.
Here she is, this sweet virgin with all these filthy fantasies.
But I love it. She’s exploring what turns her on. And she trusts me to be the one to do it with her.
She runs both hands up my chest, pressing her body against mine. “Is it weird that this is one of my fantasies?”
I shake my head. “Nope. It’s very, very hot.”
I look over to the bed, where her vibrator is.
“How do you want this to go?” I ask her.
“I want you to throw me on the bed, climb on top of me, and grab my throat.” Her voice is breathy, like she’s already turned on just thinking about it. “Then I want you to use my vibrator on me and talk dirty.”
Underneath the mask, I smile.
“If at any point you want me to stop, just say that, okay?” I say. “Say stop, and I’ll stop.”
“I will.”
I step closer to her and grab her gently by the waist. “You ready?”
Her eyes are big as she looks up at me. “Ready.”
I lift her up and toss her on the bed. She lands with a cute, surprised giggle.
I stand at the foot of the bed. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”
Her smile fades at how low my voice is. Heat flickers in her eyes.
I climb on the bed, grab her legs, and pull her under me. I brace my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. I lower my masked face to her. “You won’t be laughing when I get done with you.”
I grab her throat. My hold is firm, but not hard. Exactly how she told me she likes it.
I pull her clothes off and throw them off the bed, leaving her in her bra and panties. She’s wearing that black lace set I’m crazy about—the same bra and panties she was wearing that night at the country bar when I got crazy jealous seeing her with another guy.
I run my free hand over her tits. She whimpers. My cock hardens at the sound.
“Look at you,” I growl. “That sweet little body. So soft and smooth and pretty.”
I yank down the cups of her bra and pinch her nipples. She cries out.
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
She gasps. “Yes. Please.”
Behind my mask, I’m grinning. She’s so naughty. God, I love it.
I grab the vibrator, flip it on, and press it to her clit. Her eyes roll back, and she whimpers.
“Look at that sweet pussy. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she rasps.
“Who gets you wet? Who makes that sweet pussy drip?”
“Y-You,” she stammers as her legs start to shake. Her nipples harden even more.
“Is that sweet pussy throbbing for me? Is that cute little clit aching?”
Her eyes roll back. “Yes.”
She rolls her hips and fists the bedsheets.
“How close are you, babe?”
“So close…oh god…”
Her legs shake harder.
I lean my face down to her ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna come. Hard. And then again. And one more time after that.”
Her eyes widen, but the corners of her mouth curve up in an eager smile.
“And then you’re gonna suck my cock till I come like the filthy girl that you are. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whines.
“Good girl. Now come hard for me.”