The Jock Neighbor

Chapter 6

Luke's POV

I enter my house after Briar and I say goodbye. My mom shuts the door behind me and that's when I remember that I wasn't alone. 

"So..." my Mom draws out. 

I slowly turn towards her awkwardly. I really hope she didn't see what happened just moments before she called me. "Yes my beautiful mother?"

"How did the study date go?" She asks. I can sense a bit of humor and mischief behind her tone but I don't pay it any mind. I just need to get out of this with as little embarrassment as possible. 

"It was good. We have a great idea for our project and a good plan set in stone for how to execute it in time." I say factually, hoping to divert her attention from the palpable tension between Briar and me moments earlier. 

"That sounds like a good start already. Did anything... happen?" She eggs on.

"Nope. That was it." I say as before clearing my throat. "Um, if that's all I'm feeling a bit tired so I think I'll just go to bed. Goodnight Mom."

Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, I bolt upstairs before she has time to respond. I make it into my room in record time, letting out a breath once I close my door. Mothers can be relentless sometimes. 

I walk over to my window, peering into Briar's window hoping to see something, but her lights are off. I wonder if her Dad is grilling her like my Mom just did to me. 

I take off my shirt and change out of my pants into some black jogger sweats. Plopping onto my bed, back first, I think over the day with Briar. Every moment felt so charged, some moments with sexual tension and some others with pure chemistry. I don't know if she felt it, but I sure as hell did and that was enough for me, for now. 

I begin to think about how excited she was when she was talking about our project idea. I could tell that this meant a lot to her, I just wasn't sure why. Sure I was excited for the folktale story as well, more so because I was partnered with Briar, but there was something different about her excitement than mine. She spoke about it so passionately, it was honestly inspiring. I'm not sure if it's for a love of literature, or creativity, or because it reminds her of her childhood, but watching her ramble was absolutely adorable. But more than that, it was enrapturing. 

I have only seen Briar act that passionate about things a handful of times, but to see it in action and directed right for my eyes, it was truly amazing. If I didn't have feelings for Briar before, I most certainly would have now. 

Now only that, but when she opened up to me about not having good partners in the past, and even seeing myself open up about it too, it made me feel that much closer to her. I never really open myself up to anyone anymore because the more you open yourself up, the easier it is for them to use that information against you, or leave you because of what you said. I don't trust people enough to divulge who I really am anymore, but Briar brings something out in me that I cannot explain.

I can feel my heart restrict at the unfamiliar feeling. It should scare me, but it only makes me that much more excited. This whole thing with Briar has made me happier than I've felt for a good portion of my life. It feels real, more real than most things I've encountered my life. 

My mind begins to wander towards when Briar and I had those intense moments, moments that felt not only sexual, but incredibly intimate. The way her ocean blue eyes held my gaze, staring as intensely as I did at her. I studied every turn, color and emotion in her eyes, yet I could have found myself doing that forever.

Her sudden rapid breaths had pulled my eyes from hers and towards her lips. The soft curves and swell of her plump lips looked so inviting. I wanted so badly to run my thumb over the softness of those treasures like a pirate would for gold. 

I had licked my lips and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth to get some control over myself, but that action caught the attentions of her eyes and it almost made me feral. I wanted to grab her chin and kiss her senselessly, but we weren't there yet. I wanted to respect each and every boundary she had. 

I look down when I feel a sudden pull against my groin to find that I had an erection the size of Texas. My tip swelling with each thought of Briar that passed my mind. I roll my head back onto the pillow behind me and let out a groan. 

I have been so sexually frustrated since the first day of school this year and I'm at my wits end. I never got erections about Briar the other years I've known her simply for the fact that I didn't really know her. Everything I thought of was pure fantasy. But now that this is real, all of those years are rushing back at me and it's becoming unbearable. 

I might as well fix this so I can relieve some tension.

I slowly pull down my sweats and underwear enough so that I can grab my dick without anything getting in the way. From there I place my head back and close my eyes, imagining only Briar. 

I start to move my hand up and down slowly, my length getting longer with each stroke. 

I think about the moment in front of our houses, how she stared at me. She looked at my lips in a way I could not describe, only feel. It sent a shock down to my hardening dick and made me stop thinking rationally. 

I move my hand faster, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the feeling I was chasing. Slowly my mind started to imagine her lips wrapping around my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took me in all the way again. 

I let out a soft gasp for air, bringing my left hand to come up and clutch the pillow my head was lying on. 

"Fuck." I breathlessly whisper. 

I imagine as her pace picks up at the speed of my hand, edging me closer to that desiderate feeling. I think of her humming as she sucks and licks everything I have, her eyes watching me as I breathe at a rapid pace, sweat trickling all over my torso and neck. 

I move my hand impossibly fast, each stroke finally taking me to that brink. Just one more. I imagine as Briar fondles my balls before completely deep throating me and that's what throws me over the edge. 

I throw my head forward, my abs flexing as I squirt out my release onto my stomach as to not make a mess, gasping for breath at the blinding orgasm. 

I drop my head back so that I can catch my breath. Not once in the years that I finally learned what masturbation was, have I had such an intense orgasm. Who knew that emotional attachment could make things so much more powerful.

I get up to go into the shower so I can clean myself off. As I walk over, I pass my window and look over to Briar's room. I see her just starting to get ready for bed as she takes out her jewelry and wipes off her lip stuff. 

As I look at her, I realize one thing that I am absolutely certain. Nothing would match up to the real thing with her anymore. Not my fantasies or fake scenarios, and not even my trusty hand.

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Hello again! I kept going back and forth on this chapter debating on if he should self complete or wait until they were together, but I think this really helped show his frustration so I hope it doesn't portray his character in a bad light. Thing will only turn up in heat from here so be ready!