Page 318 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

“Is this supposed to be a joke?” he says, dangling the underwear he’d shoved into my locker the other day from his finger.

“Ha ha?” I say weakly.

He shakes his head, tosses the pretty panties to the far corner of the bathroom, and sinks down onto his knees in front of me.

A second later, my ass slams into the marble basin behind me.

“Up.”

He hoists me as much as I clamber up, my limbs moving like I’m stuck in a wet dream I have no intention of waking from.

Briar spreads my legs.

My cheeks burn as he studies my pussy with his head cocked to one side, like it’s a piece of abstract art.

A second later, his lips are on the inside of my thigh and trailing closer to my pussy. I grab his hair—more in self-defense than anything else—but he hardly seems to notice.

Shit.

Shit!

His breath stirs against my slit, and I cringe away from him, both deeply embarrassed and impossibly turned on.

Fingertips dimpling my thighs, he grabs my legs and shoves them even further apart.

Briar closes his mouth over my pussy, moaning against my lips as if he’s biting into the sweetest, juiciest fruit he’s ever had the privilege of defiling with his mouth.

I let out a low groan and arch against that heat, his wetness, those strong lips. My feet lift and settle beside me on the countertop, spreading me impossibly open for his ravenous mouth.

If this is nirvana, then I’d better start behaving myself so I can die happy.

“Fuck!” I growl out, grabbing a fistful of Briar’s hair. I force him harder against my clit. His tongue swirls against my clit before diving deep inside me.

Then he slides a pair of his fingers inside my pussy.

I jerk, moaning breathlessly before I start bucking against his knuckles.

Holy fucking hell, I can’t even. Moments ago, I was ready for him to fuck me. But if this is what it’s like when he goes down on me? The hallway wall isn’t going to cut it. I demand rose petals and champagne. Maybe even a satin blindfold.

Oh God, even the thought of him blindfolding me sends a shudder through me.

What am I doing?

Fuck it, I don’t care. The plan’s already ruined. I’ll try and pick up the pieces later, after…goddamnit I’m melting.

Briar’s tongue is a live wire, sending wave after wave of electric pleasure through me. I fuck his mouth without a second thought, urging his tongue deeper and deeper inside me.

His hands bruise my thighs as he grips me, pulling me into him as he licks me from ass to clit with the hunger of a starving man.

“Briar!” I yell, and it’s barely a second before I come. I buck against his mouth, a rush of heat and pleasure capsizing me.

I hear a murmured, “fuck” from below, but I’m too busy having my mind blown to pay attention.

I force his mouth as hard against my pussy as I can, groaning as I ride out my climax. His tongue sweeps over my folds and flicks against my clit, and I shudder as a last tentacle of pleasure releases me.

My shoulders brush the mirror behind me. It’s too cold, too hard, but there’s nothing left for me to fight with.

Briar grabs hold of the edge of the basin and hauls himself to his feet. If he took out his dick now, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him from fucking me.

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