Briar
I’m barely through the library entrance when I get Blake’s text.
Okay. Let’s do this.
I gasp, then smile. Oh my god. He actually said yes.
He actually agreed to be my sex teacher.
I head to the upstairs reference desk and sit down before texting him back.
Thankfully, this section of the library isn’t very busy during the weekend. They essentially just need someone to hang out for a few hours in case someone needs help finding a book or using the copy machine.
I quickly reply to Blake’s message.
Me: Oh my gosh really?
Blake: Yes, really :)
Blake: But hey, we need to talk more about this. Set some ground rules.
Oh. That’s a really good point. I didn’t even think of that. We definitely need to come up with rules for what we’re both comfortable doing.
Me: Totally. When do you want to meet?
Blake: How about tonight after your shift at the library?
Me: That’s perfect.
* * *
I walk into the house, then head up the stairs to Blake’s bedroom.
The door is closed, so I knock.
“One sec,” he says.
A few seconds later, he answers the door, shirtless.
My eyes go wide as my gaze drifts down his chest.
Whoa.
He’s a wall of muscles and hard lines. There’s a burst of golden hair at the center of his chest, trailing down his abs, disappearing in the waistband of his gym shorts.
Beads of sweat trickle down his body. His chest rises and falls with the breath he takes.
Since I’ve been living in Blake’s bedroom, I’ve seen him shirtless a few times. His hotness is off the charts, so of course I look at him. Politely. I never stare.
But this is different. He’s up close. Really close. His chest is inches from my face. And he’s sweating. And breathing hard.
I’ve never seen him work out without his shirt on. It is very sexy.
His body is flushed and glistening with sweat. He looks so…manly. So raw.
I never thought I had a thing for guys who work out shirtless. But I guess I do.
When I finally look up at his face, his mouth is slanted up in a sexy half-smile.
“Sorry, I was finishing a push-up workout just now.” He wipes his forearm over his face.
He steps aside to let me in.
“Sorry if it smells a little sweaty in here,” he says, opening the window.
I clear my throat. “No, it’s okay. It’s good.”
I guess I’d better get used to seeing him shirtless. We’ll be having sex soon.
He grabs a towel draped over his desk chair and wipes the sweat from his chest. He tosses it into this laundry basket, then grabs his T-shirt and puts it on.
“So, um, you wanted to talk about rules,” I say, trying not to stare at his body too much.
He takes a long swig of water from the bottle on his desk.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah. Wanna sit?”
I lower down on the edge of his bed while he takes the desk chair.
His gaze focuses as he looks at me. “You sure you wanna do this, Briar?”
I nod. “Very sure.”
His smile is gone. He looks serious now. He’s thinking hard.
“So what are your rules?” I ask.
“First rule: honesty, no matter what. We need to be open with what we’re both comfortable with. And what crosses a line. If you don’t like something, you tell me. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you.”
I fold my hands in my lap. “Yeah, that’s a good one.”
“What are you comfortable with in bed?” he asks.
A flicker of nerves goes off inside of me. Why am I nervous all of a sudden? This whole “Blake teaches me to have sex” thing was my idea.
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I haven’t done much.”
“What have you done?” Blake asks.
“Kissing. Making out. And some fingering.”
“Are you able to have an orgasm from fingering?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. I mean, I’ve only done it a couple of times, and not for very long. I didn’t love it.”
I fidget with the hem of my shirt. I catch Blake looking down at my hands.
“You okay, B?”
I let out a flustered laugh. “Yeah. I mean, kind of.” I sigh. “This is weird. The two of us talking like this. About sex.” I shake my head. “I mean, I know we need to. I want to. It’s just…different from what we normally talk about, and it’s throwing me off a little.”
“Hey.” He says softly before leaning forward and gently resting his big hand over both of mine. “It’s okay to be nervous. I’m nervous too.”
“You are?”
He nods, his blue eyes warm, his smile shy.
“Of course I am. You’re my best friend. I want this to be good for you, but I’m nervous I’ll mess it up.
” He hesitates, and his smile disappears.
“I’m nervous I’ll do something, and you won’t like it or that it’ll hurt…
” He swallows. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you, Briar. ”
A tinge of guilt hits me. I’ve been so focused on myself that I didn’t even think about how he must be feeling.
“You would never hurt me, Blake. You’re the sweetest, most gentle person I’ve met. That’s why I asked you to do this with me.”
He blinks, and the worry in his gaze fades. “I’d hurt myself before I hurt you, Briar. You know that, right?”
My breath catches at the conviction in his tone. “I know,” I say softly.
“We just gotta push through the nerves and talk it out,” he says.
I nod. “Right. That’s what I think too. I just…might be a little awkward while we talk.”
The corner of his mouth hooks up in a sexy half-smile. “You’re adorable, not awkward.”
My tummy flips at how sweet and kind he is.
I take a breath, a little less nervous now that I know how Blake feels. Yeah, he’s more sexually experienced than me, but knowing that we’re both nervous makes me feel better. Like things are a little more even between us.
He pulls his hand away from me and sits up in his chair. “Do you want to try fingering again?” His tone is gentle and soft.
“Um, maybe? I think so?”
His smile is soft as he looks at me.
“It’s okay if you want to think about it. We don’t have to make final decisions right now. I just want us to be open with each other,” he says.
I nod, feeling more settled by what he says.
“What about oral? Did Logan ever go down on you?”
I shake my head.
His mouth is a straight line, and the side of his jaw works. He looks a little annoyed.
“How do you feel about a guy going down on you?” He swallows hard. He runs his gaze along the length of my body before focusing on my face again. “How would you feel about me going down on you?”
There’s a roughness in his soft tone that makes me shiver. Is this what he sounds like in bed? I hope so. His voice is so sexy like this.
I bite my lip, feeling hot all of a sudden. “I think I’d like it. I mean, I guess I don’t really know. But I want to try it. With you.”
The look in his eyes turns hazy. He blinks, and his gaze is focused again. He clears his throat softly. “Okay. We’ll do that.”
“Wait, do you like going on a girl?” I blurt. I know I’m the focus of this whole setup, but I want to know what Blake likes too. I want him to be comfortable. I don’t want him to do something he doesn’t like doing just to please me.
“I love it,” he says, holding my gaze.
My lips part slightly, and I gasp softly. “Oh. That’s good then.”
He nods, his cheeks flushing red.
“And fingering?” I ask.
His mouth curves up in a shy smile. He runs a hand through his hair. “I love that too.”
For a long moment, we look at each other. The air feels thick and heavy and hot.
He looks down at his lap and clears his throat. “I think we should work up to full-on sex.” He holds my gaze. “I’m not just gonna stick my dick inside of you. I’m going to build up to it, since it’ll be your first time.”
“Yeah, okay. That sounds good. Er, nice. I mean, fine.” I fan myself, trying not to sound too eager. I don’t want him to think I’m a weirdo.
“Rule two: When we’re in bed together, we go slow. We don’t rush. I want you to figure out what you like. I want you to learn what makes your body feel good. I want you to feel pleasure.”
My skin tingles hearing Blake say that—hearing him say that he wants me to feel pleasure. No guy has ever said that to me before, and it’s crazy hot.
“I want that too,” I say, my voice a little breathy. I try to cover it up with a cough.
He looks at me for a long second. His throat bobs as he swallows.
“Rule three: When we’re in bed, we talk. A lot. We check in with each other. You tell me what feels good, what doesn’t.”
I bite my lip. “Won’t that kill the mood if we’re talking a lot?”
He tilts his head at me, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a knowing smile. “I talk during sex. It never kills the mood.”
My cheeks flush. Oh.
Suddenly, an image of Blake on top of me in bed flashes in my mind.
His hands are pressed on either side of my head, caging me in. He’s slowly thrusting inside of me while he talks me through it.
That’s it, B. You’re doing so well. Look at you taking all of me. Good girl.
My clit pulses just imagining Blake coaxing me through it in bed…god, I want that.
“I’ve been making a lot of the rules so far,” Blake says, pulling me out of my filthy thoughts. He takes another swig of his water. “What rules do you have?”
“Um…we both have to be clean?”
He chuckles. “Clean as in freshly showered?” He glances down at himself. “You don’t want to hook up with me right after I’ve done a bunch of push-ups?” he teases.
“No, that’s not it at all. I think it’s hot when you sweat.” His eyebrow quirks up like he’s surprised. I press my eyes shut and shake my head. Oh my god. I sound like such a freak.
“I mean, I think it’s hot when guys sweat. It’s manly,” I say quickly. “I just mean clean in general. Like, if you fell in the mud on your way to meet me, I’d like you to take a shower first.”
He grins. “Deal. I promise to shower too if I’ve been sweating a lot, like after practice or a hard workout.”
I have to bite my tongue to keep from admitting that I like it when he’s sweaty, that it’s a huge turn-on for me.
“One more rule,” Blake says. “We can’t kiss on the mouth.”