Blake
Briar cries out, her voice breathy and pitchy. I quickly cover her mouth with my free hand. I don’t know if anyone else is home right now, and I don’t want anyone to hear what we’re doing.
I watch Briar’s body, mesmerized by her movements.
She writhes against the bed, her back arching.
She’s moaning and screaming against my hand.
The muffled sound makes my dick as hard as titanium.
I wish I could hear her at full volume. She’s so loud even with my hand over her mouth, and nothing turns me on more than a woman who’s loud in bed.
I lean down and kiss her shoulder, savoring the salty taste of sweat on her sweet skin.
When I sit up, I rake my gaze over her. Her hair is a beautiful, sandy blonde explosion all over my pillows, and her skin is painted in that pretty pink blush.
She opens her eyes. At first, they’re hazy, unfocused. But a moment later, she blinks and looks at me. Her breathing slows. For a while, we just stare at each other.
I remember that my hand is over her mouth.
“Sorry,” I say as I pull my hand away. I instantly feel like an asshole, pressing my hand over her mouth for way longer than I needed to.
But she shakes her head. “It’s okay. I liked it.”
“You did?”
She nods, a shy smile pulling at her plush mouth. “I’ve never had a guy do that before. It was really sexy.”
I grin, relieved. “We’ll add that to the list of things you like.”
Her smile widens. When I slowly pull my hand out of her panties, she hisses.
“Did that hurt?” I ask, panicked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“It doesn’t hurt. I mean, not in a bad way,” she says. “Your hand is so big. So are your fingers. I felt really full, but I liked it. A lot.”
Desire pumps hot through my entire body. I look down at my hand and see her juices on me.
“You got so wet,” I say. I’m aching to slip my fingers in my mouth and suck her taste off of me, but I stop myself. Maybe that’s too much.
“Oh, wow. I really did.” Briar looks at my hand with an adorably awestruck expression. She glances up at me. “Do you want me to get a towel so I can clean you up?”
I shake my head, holding her gaze as I slip my fingers in my mouth and suck off her come.
I don’t want her to think that it’s a bad thing that she got my hand wet. I want her to know just how sexy it is.
She gasps softly as I slide my fingers out of my mouth.
“I like that you got so wet for me,” I growl.
Her smile turns naughty. She looks between my legs. Her eyebrow lifts, and she looks back at me. “Can I make you come now?”
I shake my head. “I wanna focus on you. This is about you, remember?” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Do you think you can come again?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
A naughty idea pops into my head. “What do you watch when you want to get turned on?”
Her mouth parts open slightly, like she’s thinking about saying something, but she quickly shuts it.
“You don’t have to be shy, Briar. You can tell me. I won’t judge you.”
“It’s kind of weird.”
Curiosity flickers inside of me. “Well, now I really wanna know.”
“You’re going to think it’s so lame.”
“I won’t.”
She starts to look away, but I gently grab her chin and turn her face to me. “Briar. Tell me.”
She pauses for a second. “Okay.” She grabs her phone from the side table next to my bed, taps the screen, then takes a breath. “I follow this sexy account on social media.”
I grin. “Yeah?”
She nods. “It’s kind of silly. You can’t even see his face.”
I stop smiling. Wait…
“You only ever see his chest. He’s always shirtless.”
No way…
She turns her phone to me and shows me the profile for That Shirtless Guy. My secret account.
I stare at her phone screen, in total shock. “Um…”
How the hell…Out of all the thirst traps online, how did Briar find mine?
She looks at me, clearly waiting for me to say something.
“That’s…I wasn’t expecting that,” I finally say.
She lets out a shy chuckle. “It’s weird, huh? Normal people like you watch porn. I watch a headless guy hold planks while he makes grunting noises and gets all sweaty.”
I try to laugh, but end up coughing. My head is spinning as I try to process the fact that my best friend found my secret sexy account.
I can’t be that surprised though. It’s pretty popular. I have more than a hundred thousand subscribers. Tons of people share my videos and posts to their stories every single day.
Nerves fire off inside of me as I look at Briar. She clearly has no idea it’s me.
Which is a good thing. I don’t want people to know that I have a thirst-trap account on social media.
Even if Briar knew it was me, I’m sure she’d keep it a secret if I asked her to.
But I bet she’s not the only one at Hollis who knows about this account and follows me. I’m sure other students do too.
Which is something that I always knew at the back of my mind. But now that I realize just how likely it is that people at Hollis follow my secret account, I can’t shake the panicked feeling tumbling through me.
What if someone recognizes me? I make sure that I don’t have any identifying images or information in my posts, pictures, or videos. I never show my face, ever.
But what if someone still figured out it was me?
Even though I have no shame about the content I make, not everyone thinks the way that I do. I could get in trouble at Hollis. There’s a student conduct code we all agree to abide by when we enroll here, and having a social media account like this could violate it.
I could lose my spot on the team, too. I’d bet my life that no-nonsense, buttoned-up Coach Sawyer would be pissed if it came out that one of his players makes sexy content online in my spare time.
I might get suspended…or get kicked off completely.
And what if the professional team I just got drafted by, the Nashville Wolves, finds out about my secret account?
I bet they’d get rid of me in a heartbeat.
That panicked feeling digs deeper, twisting through my gut.
I stand up from the bed. “I’m not feeling well.”
Briar looks up at me. “What?”
“My stomach hurts. Maybe it was the pizza.”
Her eyebrows knit in confusion. “I ate it too, and I feel fine. Are you sure that’s it?”
I head for the door. “I’m gonna head to the drugstore for some medicine.”
I dart out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the house.
It’s dark and a little cold out now, but I don’t bother to go back inside for a sweater. I need air. I’m spiraling, and I don’t want to be around Briar while I sort out this mess in my head. It’ll just confuse her and freak her out.
I need to be alone.