Chapter 3

Blaine

I know that I took things too far yesterday, but I just couldn't help myself. The realization that she wants me and the fact that she'd never been with anyone before was too much for me to pass up. I saw an opportunity to etch myself into her history, and there was no way I could let that pass me by.

After she came, I became cognizant of the fact that I may have pushed too far too fast, so I suggested that we get back to studying. It was pointless, though. I could tell her mind was elsewhere. I didn't want to push even further by asking her why.

Tonight, I plan on being a perfect gentleman. I'll keep my hands to myself while we study. Considering she doesn't actually need the help, I imagine that part won't take long. I can use that time to figure out how far she wants things to go.

I also plan on giving her a little bit of romance. She'll be coming straight over from her shift at Lucky's, so I decide to make her dinner. Nothing special, just a pasta dish, but I hope it will be filling and comforting after a long night on her feet. I'm far from being an all-star chef, but I have to admit, the meal came out smelling amazing.

At this point, though, it's starting to get cold.

She's late. Almost an hour has passed since the time we agreed to meet. I keep checking my phone obsessively, but there aren't any messages to update me. I'm starting to think I'm being stood up.

I try not to let it get to me, but as the minutes tick by, I get angrier and angrier. None of the fury is directed at Julie. When I think about it, I can't even say I'm surprised that she's ghosting me. I don't think she intended for things to go as far as they did, and now she's scared. I'm such a horny bastard that I couldn't hold myself back. She probably thinks I invited her over just to get into her pants. This is all my fault.

My frustration festers. In an attempt to let some of it out, I pace around the living room. It doesn't work, though. The fire in me grows hotter and hotter with each lap that passes by. I had my chance, and I've completely thrown it away. The smell of the food I cooked for us only serves to make me more agitated. It's a reminder of what I'm missing out on.

In an attempt to quell my wild feelings, I go to the kitchen to start putting everything away. The activity does nothing to help. I get about halfway through it when I remember that I have to be up early for a meeting with my advisor, and that knowledge only serves to piss me off further. I guess when I finish with this, I'll have to head straight to bed.

I'm putting away the last of the dishes when there's a knock on my front door. I grumble, drying my hands on my pants as I walk to answer it. There's no reason anyone should be stopping by at this time, but maybe it's my neighbor. It wouldn't be the first time he's come by at an inappropriate hour for something that could have waited until the morning.

"I'm so sorry I didn't text," Julie says, rushing in as soon as I open the door. "I got caught up at work and didn't have time to be on my phone."

"I thought you stood me up," I say, not bothering to conceal my frustration.

"I didn't," she says apologetically. "I'm ready to go over the next lesson if you still have time."

I sigh, looking around at my now-clean kitchen. "Why? It's not like you need the help."

"I do!" she tries to argue, eyes wide. "I really need you –"

"You don't," I say firmly. I'm too tired to keep up the pretense. "I know that, and so do you. There's no point in us wasting each other's time. I'm sure there are plenty of other classes you have homework for. You should focus on those."

"But…"

I hold up a hand to stop her. "Stop. There's no point in arguing when we both know the truth. Just… go home, Julie."

She stands there, biting her lip and wringing the strap of her bookbag in her hands. "Well, what if I want to be here?" she asks quietly, her voice wavering.

I glance at the clock. I know I should tell her to go home so we can both get some rest, but I can't bring myself to say it when I see her big doe eyes begging. "What for?"

Her cheeks redden, and her grip tightens on her bag. "Well, you made me feel really good last time, but I-I never got to return the favor." She looks up at me from under her long lashes and asks, "Can I stay and make you feel good?"

A part of me feels bad, like I guilted her into doing this for me. But a much bigger part of me – including the part between my legs – is dying to know how it would feel. I've imagined her mouth on me a hundred times before; how can I turn down the chance to know how it will feel in real life?

"Get on your knees," I say, a thrill running down my spine when she immediately follows the direction. "That's it. Get a little closer."

As she shuffles forward, I pull my semi-hard cock out of my jeans. Without any prompting, Julie reaches out and wraps her dainty hand around my girth. Her grip is loose, and her inexperience is obvious. She looks up at me with an innocent expression that drives me absolutely insane.

"Go ahead," I say through gritted teeth. Then, as she starts experimentally jerking me off, I ask, "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Never," she says, her voice a little far away. It sounds like she can't believe the position she's in. Her mouth is hanging open a bit as if in awe. It's flattering, cute, and sexy all at once.

"Well, you're doing well," I say, feeling the anger starting to leave my body. "When you're ready, go ahead and lick the head."

"Like this?" she asks before kitten-licking the tip.

"Just like that," I groan as my hips twitch forward involuntarily. "How did it taste?"

"Salty," she says, still working her hand up and down my length. "I liked it."

"If you liked it so much, you should try putting it in your mouth," I suggest.

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.