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  A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I'm gonna teach you how to take this cock, Blakely. I'm gonna teach how to ride it, how to suck it, how to take it from behind, how to spread your legs wide so I can sink into you and hit that spot so deep you'll see stars."

  I gasp sharply, pulling an excess of air into my lungs. His blunt words cause need to spin deep in my belly.

  He touches my jaw, tilting my face to him. "You're safe with me. Don't you know that?"

  I give him a small nod. I do feel safe with him. Always. If I'm going to have any man ripping through my innocence, I want it to be him.

  "If do anything you're not comfortable with, just tell me and I'll stop immediately. Don’t be shy...”

  He’s waiting for my permission to continue, but still, I hesitate. “Is this gonna make things awkward between us? I mean, once we have sex, are things gonna get weird around here?”

  He shakes his head, utterly confident. “Of course not,” he says shooing off my concerns with a flick of his wrist, “as long as we have a plan and as long as we stick to it, everything will be fine.”

  Biting my lip, I consider his words. “Yeh – you’re right.”

  I pause, looking up at him, my heart about to break open from trusting him so completely. I steel myself, resolving once and for all to just go with the flow and surrender my body to Nicholas.

  He holds my gaze until he’s sure that I’m okay, and then his eyes fall back to my body spread out on his bed. "Open up. Let me see that pretty pussy, Princess. Let me look at you."

  Holy fuck! Is it even legal to talk like that? All I know is that his words are sexy as hell.

  I purr, too turned on to be self-conscious. I abandon myself to the lust flaring in my blood. My legs fall wide open.

  “Damn,” he whispers as his eyes settle on my center. I feel my slickness spilling from my body and trailing down between my pussy lips. This bed is going to be so wet. Nicholas braces my thighs and pushes then even further apart. Then, his fingers are at my core, holding my silky lips open. “So fucking beautiful…”

  His thumb slides over my sensitive nub, gliding through my wetness. I throw my head back, crying out. The sound is sharp and desperate.

  He freezes, looking up at me with wide eyes. "Am I doing it wrong?"

  "Don't stop," I beg nearly on the verge of tears. "You're doing it right. So right."

  So, he does it again and again and each time my body winds tighter and my need grows more urgent. He speaks softly to me, whispering sweet, dirty words as he strokes me tenderly in my most sensitive place. And he keeps going, touching me until I’m flying over the edge, static sizzling in my blood with the orgasm.

  He allows me to recover, waiting patiently while I regain my senses. “That was…That was…” I can’t find my words.

  He looks down at me, a cocky half-smile curving his mouth. “That was a preview, Blakely. We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.”

  My heart pounds upon hearing that. "What happens next?" I ask, sounding breathless and intoxicated with anticipation.

  "Lesson number one-point-one," Nicholas growls as he crawls down the bed, settling between my thighs. With a feather-soft touch, he traces his fingers up the inside of my thighs. "Oral sex: receiving."

  I shiver with excitement, whispering his name so quietly that he probably doesn't hear it over the racket of my pounding heart.

  He presses his face close to my core and blatantly sniffs me.

  Yes, he sniffs me. Like a dog in heat.

  "Jeez, the smell of your pussy has me hard as a tree trunk."

  And looking at him burying his face in my mound has me flowing like a river. With the first swipe of his tongue against my opening, I toss my head back and mewl.

  I don't know if I can handle this. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into but this is way more erotic than I expected.

  Oh, god. I'm not gonna survive this.

  Meanwhile, Nicholas is completely oblivious to my plight. He merrily swipes his tongue over my nether lips, lapping up my juices like a man who's dying of thirst. His hands slide under me and he fondles my ass cheeks as his tongue pierces into me.

  "God!" I scream out, squeezing my eyes shut against the sensation. My entire body tenses, overwhelmed.

  He breaks away from me, looking up with a smirk. "You can just call me, Nicholas. Mr. Sullivan if ya nasty." He winks.

  I burst out laughing. Really? Janet Jackson lyrics right now?

  He pinches my ass playfully. "That's it, Blakely. Loosen up. Relax."

  I pull in a deep breath and let the tightness melt from my muscles. Nicholas kisses my pelvic bone with puckered lips. Then, he sucks my clit into his mouth, manipulating the tiny nub in small, sweeping circles.

  I cry out, writhing against his lips, grinding on his mouth. His stubbly cheeks stimulate the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thighs as his hands cup my ass, lifting me slightly for a better angle. And then his tongue is inside me again, the soft warm flesh fucking my tight channel in gentle strokes. His thumb comes to my clit where he rubs me with increasing speed.

  "Tell me how it feels, Blakely. Describe it to me."

  Are you serious right now? My brain is in read-only mode at the moment. I can't formulate sentences. I can’t express myself. I can only feel. I can only groan.

  "Tell me." His tongue spears in and out of me.

  "Tight," I blurt out. "Tight like I'm going to explode. And alive. Every inch of me is alive. I feel so much. I feel everything."

  The orgasm begins building in my muscles, tingles forming at my core and radiating outward to my limbs.

  "Shit!" I groan. "Nicholas. Shit. I'm coming."

  His thumb continues to torture me as he eats me. My cries grow louder.

  He clutches my hips, trapping my mound to his mouth. I’ve soaked his face, my slickness covers his cheeks, nose and chin. He really doesn’t seem to mind. And dammit – what a turn on!

  I struggle to control my screams but I can’t. I cry loudly, thrusting my pussy on his face. Everything in me tightens, coiling so taut that inevitably, it breaks.

  I throw my head back on the sheets and my spine arches off of the bed. I grasp around for something to hold onto as I soar through a world-stopping orgasm.

  When I finally manage to regain a filament of my sanity, Nicholas presses his lips to my throat and collarbone over and over. I feel soft and pliable under the tender contact.

  "That concludes lesson one-point-one, young grasshopper." Nicholas stares down at me with a conceited grin. "Any questions?"

  Breath still shaking, chest still heaving, Shy Blakely still out cold, I look up at him with a grin of my own. "Can you do that again? "

  Chapter 21

  Nicholas

  When I open my eyes the next morning, I’m not sure whether last night was just a dream – a hot, erotic, filthy wet dream starring my shy and sexy good-girl roommate – or reality.

  But by the time I roll out of bed, it all comes back to me in vivid detail. Blakely in my bed, on her back, squirting her desire all over my tongue. Shit. Last night really happened. And that was just lesson 1.1.

  I run my hand down my face, feeling overwhelmed. I was supposed to fuck her last night. I didn’t. I’m stalling. I know. But even with the candles burning and the music on low, something didn’t feel right. One look at her after I ate her pussy the second time, and I could see that she was spent and delirious. So, I decided to let her rest and rebuild her strength. There’s no need to rush when we have more than enough time.

  So, we've still got the remaining items on the wish list to go through. Just that thought has my cock growing heavy and my chest growing tight.

  And it’s not just a physical reaction. My emotions are getting involved, too. My heart felt full last night, full enough to split open. Blakely made me feel needed when she looked up into my eyes, begging for my touch.

  Needed. It’s not a feeling I’ve experienced much in my life
time. Actually, I felt like a hindrance, a burden for most of my childhood. I felt like me and my disorder were a strain on my parents, their finances and their patience. So much so that my father left and my mother blamed me for it. So eventually, I went numb. Immersing myself in technology, I carved out a little nook just for me. But last night when Blakely looked at me all willing and vulnerable, I felt the courage to crawl out of my cavern and share space in hers. It felt nice. Very fucking nice. And the fact that it’s only temporary is bugging the fuck out of me right now.

  Jesus.

  I’m starting to crack. How am I supposed to keep my cool about this girl? One night with her and I'm already feeling unsteady. What's gonna happen to me once I actually have sex with her?

  I’m fucking screwed because I can’t allow myself to want her. I’m damaged and I can’t let my wounds infect someone so pure and innocent. Besides, she’s not looking for a relationship. She says she only wants sexual experience. (And she means it. Last night after she settled from all her orgasms, she went back to her bedroom to write. She didn’t stay with me and try to talk and cuddle like other girls do.) Once she gets what she’s after, we’ll be done. We’ll go back to just being roommates.

  I pad into the kitchen and there she is, leaning against the kitchen sink nursing a hot cup of coffee, eyes locked on the laptop screen sitting on the counter next to her.

  "Morning," I say running a hand through my messy hair.

  She beams, absolutely glowing in the morning light. "Morning."

  I'd been concerned that a girl like Blakely would be totally weird the day after, that she'd feel guilty or shy. But here she is, all carefree and beautiful, being her breathtaking self.

  Her red hair is pulled into a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck. She's wearing yoga pants with a spandex top that squeezes her perfect breasts together. She looks well-rested and energized and I'm pretty sure it has everything to do with last night.

  "How do you feel?" I try to keep my eyes on her face instead of her cleavage.

  She grins at me.

  She has such a pretty face. She smiles at me, and I feel like I’m flying. When we met, she was so shy and guarded. Having her open up to me now is the best. Like I must be doing something right. "I feel great. I got so much writing done last night. I sent it off to my editor and she loves it."

  "That's awesome, Blakely." My gaze locks on hers, exploring the depths of those emerald pools.

  Her expression goes solemn. "Thank you, Nicholas. You're really helping me take my writing career to the next level."

  Her words are like cold water splashed in my face. A reminder that she's not doing this for me. She's doing it for her writing, her stories. Not because she feels anything for me.

  Sex, Nicholas. This is about sex. The most beautiful girl wants to fuck me. That’s not exactly a hardship.

  She spins toward her laptop, giving her ass to me. "I can't wait for the next lesson." She sets her coffee cup down.

  I go up behind her, pressing my shaft into the curve of her back. "Well, we could get started now..."

  She looks at me over her shoulder. "What do you have in mind?" She asks teasingly, eyes batting coquettishly.

  Shoving down my hurt feelings, I grab a hold of her ponytail and jerk her head back firmly. I seal my lips over hers and she gives in, curving her spine and moaning softly. One hand settles at the apex of her thighs, cupping her pussy while the other brushes over her breasts.

  "Lesson one-point-two," I rasp out, "oral sex: giving."

  Chapter 22

  Blakely

  I'm on my knees on the kitchen floor looking up at Nicholas, waiting for his instructions. He wants to put his cock in my mouth and I want to suck it. The idea turns me on.

  He looks down at me with eyes full of control and authority. His regard makes my core pulse. "Take my cock in your hands..." he whispers roughly.

  My hands rise slowly to the drawstring of his sweatpants and I undo the knot, my eyes hooked on his. Nobody has ever looked at me the way he does. It's a mixture of dominance and helplessness at once. Like he has no choice but to take control of me, like he just can't resist me. It makes me feel a little bit of fear and a little bit of power and a whole lot of lust.

  I lift his cock out of his boxers. It's heavy and long, thick veins pulsing within and just a drop of pre-cum glistening on the wide crown. I inhale shakily.

  "Rub it, Blakely. Touch it." Desire darkens his features and thickens his voice. I feel my own lust soaking through my panties as my fingers curl around the shaft and pump its length.

  "Good girl," he growls watching the movement of my hand as I work him back and forth from root to tip. His thumb swipes over my bottom lip before pressing against the flesh, pulling it down. A moan rolls out of my mouth.

  Pre-cum beads on the tip of his cock and I lick my bottom lip. I want to taste it so much.

  Nicholas' hand covers mine and he guides his cock to my mouth. "Open up, baby."

  I swallow as my lips part and he slides his length into my mouth. We both moan as the salty liquid hits my tongue, mixing with my saliva. I wrap my lips around him, trapping his cock in the warmth of my mouth.

  "Good," he groans, releasing my hair from its ponytail with a soft tug, "now, suck it."

  I’m tentative at first. Teasing him with clumsy, unsure sucks and licks. He speaks to me in a thick, commanding voice, telling me just how he wants it. Telling me to purse my lips tighter, to suck him in deeper.

  Goaded by his uninhibited lust, I quickly find my rhythm and instinct takes over. My head bobs back and forth as I welcome his shaft into my mouth, devouring him inch by inch.

  Nicholas' eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts to the side. "That's it, Princess."

  My hands brace his hips as I take him in and out, increasing the speed and swallowing as much of him as my body will allow. And then his hips start working, rolling against my mouth, shoving deep into my throat. I take in as much as I can but the last few inches of that monster cock just won't fit.

  I gag, loving the sensation. Everything about this is new and exhilarating. The tastes, the textures, the sounds. Even as my eyes water and I struggle to breathe, I open my mouth wider and take more of him in. My fingers crawl to the inside of his thighs and cradle his balls, caressing them gently. His fingers comb into my hair and tighten against my scalp, causing a delicious pain. He groans my name.

  His thrusts relent a little. He looks down at me, hesitancy in his eyes. I hold his gaze waiting for instructions as tears of strain roll down my face.

  "Blakely," he says tentatively, vulnerability in his voice, "There's a soft spot just past my balls, before my asshole..." I nod, know exactly what he's asking.

  I stroke my fingers over that sensitive spot and his knees buckle instantly. His fingers curl around the lip of the counter behind him and he hisses.

  I smile around his cock, stroking him again and again. He thrusts into my mouth. Saliva hangs from my chin. My hands are slippery. My eyes burn.

  God, this is a mess.

  But I don’t relent. It's the hottest thing I've ever done. Down here on my knees, I don't think I've ever felt sexier, more in control. I’m still finding it hard to believe that it’s me, Shy Blakely, getting my freak on in the kitchen like nobody’s business.

  And when I feel his climax building in his pulsing balls, my fingers venture further. I circle his anus with tender strokes of my index. His body speaks to me telepathically, asking for just a little more.

  I can do this. I can do this.

  I'm not exactly a puritan. I mean last night I spent nearly two hours riding my roommate's tongue.

  It takes a bit of courage but when I finally build the strength to slide the tip of my digit into the hole, his body goes tense and his head falls back as he roars, shooting his seed down my throat.

  Chapter 23

  Blakely

  I stomp into the kitchen and toss my phone onto the table.

  Nicholas looks up fro
m his bowl of sugar-frosted cereal with a hiked brow. “You okay there, Princess?”

  Ignoring the effervescence I feel in my blood when he calls me that, I flop into the chair across from him. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say. I have a throng of ‘first-world problems’. Nothing he would possibly be interested in.

  He kicks me under the table. “C’mon. Spill. What’s wrong?”

  I don’t want to unload my superficial grievances on him but it sure would be nice to get things off my chest. The softness in his eyes tells me that he’s willing to listen.