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That seems to be all the encouragement she needs. With a determined look in her eye, Julie drops her jaw and sinks down onto my cock. The sensation is incredible, but it doesn’t last for long. She’s overeager, taking too much too fast, and chokes around my length.

“Try again,” I encourage her when her spluttering subsides. “Don’t take so much. Just use your hand to cover what doesn’t fit in your mouth.”

She nods as she takes a deep, steadying breath, then tries again. This time, she slides my cock into her mouth slowly. Her tongue caresses my length, velvety and warm and absolutely perfect. I can’t even remember what I was upset about earlier.

“Just like that,” I say as her fingers cover the remaining inches she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “That’s perfect, Julie. Now bob your head.”

She practically purrs with the praise, doing what I say as soon as I finish speaking. It takes all of my strength to keep from fucking into her tight, wet mouth like an animal. Somehow, despite how overwhelmed by pleasure I am, I remember this is her first time and I’m acting as her coach. I need to keep as level of a head as I can here.

Julie makes that resolution difficult. The blowjob is sloppy, all tongue and spit. Her inexperience is obvious. That makes this all the better, though. And one look at her face tells me she’s enjoying this almost as much as I am. What she lacks in finesse she more than makes up for in enthusiasm.

Her eyes are closed, and her brows are raised. The hollows of her cheeks are sucked in like she’s an expert. I’m willing to bet that given enough time, she will be. I’m determined to be there to see it happen.

“You’re doing so well,” I grunt, breathing heavily as she continues sucking me off.

I notice her hips shifting and her thighs rubbing together. She lets out a little whimper every time she comes off my cock like she already misses it in her throat. “This turning you on, baby?” I ask with a grin. “You like having my dick in your mouth?”

She moans around my length, greedily swallowing down as much of my length as she can. I take that as a yes. “Then show me. Touch yourself while you get me off.”

Slowly, as though she’s moving through honey, her hand disappears under her waistband. After a short pause, she hums in satisfaction. Her fingers on her clit are clearly stealing some of her concentration, but it only seems to make her more eager to suck me. She seems completely gone on pleasure, drooling and moaning shamelessly.

As she continues to work her magic, my orgasm starts to steadily approach. The combination of being pent up and then worshiped has turned me into putty in her hands. As soon as she got on her knees, I knew I had no hope of lasting very long. “Ride your fingers for me, beautiful,” I pant. “Imagine I’m in your pussy and down your throat at the same time.”

She shivers as she obeys, her eyes drifting shut. She keeps making soft mewling sounds like the ones I got out of her yesterday, and I have a feeling she’s close. She bounces a few times before pulling off my cock with a sharp gasp. “Blaine!” she cries, and she drops her head back as she comes, her grip tightening almost painfully on my shaft. She clumsily continues to stroke me through her orgasm, falling apart at my feet. She’s become a gorgeous mess, and I want to mess her up even more.

I reach down, burying my hands in that beautiful blonde hair as heat pools in my abdomen. She leans into the touch as best she can, clearly starving for attention. Then her lashes flutter open and our eyes connect. Seeing those big brown eyes is all it takes to send me careening over the edge.

I don’t even have time to warn Julie before I’m choking on a breath and coming all over her face. She makes a soft noise of surprise, but she quickly closes her eyes and opens her mouth. Splatters paint her cheeks and tongue, and I can’t help but think she looks like a beautifully debauched angel.

Eventually, the pleasure becomes sharp and almost painful, my cock overstimulated. I have to ease Julie off of me. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to stop. Honestly, if I could stand the sensation better, I wouldn’t want to stop either.

I lean over the counter and wet down a washcloth, gently wiping my spend from her face. “That was perfect,” I tell her.

“Really?” Julie asks, letting me help her to her feet.

“Yes, really,” I say as I tuck myself back into my pants. I glance at the clock and wince. At this rate, getting up in time for my meeting is going to be a herculean effort. I need to go to bed now.

Distracted, I ask, “Do you have any questions about class that I can help you with before you go?”

The expression on her face is like a knife to my heart. Now that I’ve said it, I realize how awful the words come off. She probably thinks I’m using her, and that isn’t what this is. I don’t get a chance to correct my mistake, though.

“No, I don’t,” she says, straightening her black button-up and flattening her messy hair. “I’ll see you in class.”

Then, just like that, she’s turning on her heel. I’m left too stunned by her curtness to speak, and by the time I come to my senses, she’s already gone. The only evidence that she was here is the bone-deep exhaustion from my orgasm and the echo of my front door slamming behind her.

Chapter 4

Julie

After a night of fitful sleep, I don’t feel any better about my most recent interaction with Blaine. I know that I should have told him I was going to be late, but I don’t think forgetting to do so warranted that kind of reaction. I feel snubbed and stupid. Maybe he’s just like every other guy that my coworkers talk about. All he wanted from me was sex.

That assertion just feels wrong, though. Maybe I’m wrong to think it, but I was sure there’s something more between us. Even though the blowjob I gave him was supposed to be an apology, I felt an irresistible pull when we locked eyes. While he was coaching me through it, he was warm, not cold. It was like he was enjoying it more than he otherwise would have because I was the one pleasuring him. Even while I was getting him off, he still cared about my pleasure.

What happened between us was definitely hot – the hottest thing I could even imagine – but it also felt profound. At least, that’s what I thought. How could I be so wrong?

I spend my entire day trying to comprehend his behavior. I barely take any notes in my classes, and I’m grateful that I’m such a history nerd. Otherwise, I might have to worry about my grades falling along with my brand new, rocky sex life.

On the way to my American history class, I make up my mind to confront him when the professor finishes his lecture. I need answers. If he has an explanation for his actions yesterday, I want to hear it. And, if he really only wants me for sexual pleasure, I need to know. Having that knowledge would help me get over him, even though getting over him is the last thing I want to do.

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