The Jock Neighbor

Chapter 15

Briar's POV

WARNING: SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER

(Don't worry we'll get a sex scene in Luke's POV)

Our breaths mingle together, getting more ragged as the seconds go on. I start to rock my hips against Luke's growing erection and it drags out the sweetest, sexiest dark moan I've ever heard from him.

Luke pulls away quickly, hastily, his chest heaving as he tries to control himself. He looks up at me through his eyebrows, his eyes dark with unadulterated lust. "Briar, we should really stop."

I let out a harsh breath. "Please Luke, I need this, I need you."

He groans darkly, bordering on the edge of a growl. "Briar, if you say things like this, I am going to lose every shred of control I have in me. You don't know what you're asking for."

"But I do." I respond fast, practically begging and pleading as I speak. "I know that I have had a thing for you since freshman year. I know that I have touched myself for the first time to the thought of you this year." That makes his eyes go black. I roll my hips again for good measure. "I know that I love you and I know that I want you to be my first. Please, make this ache go away, it hurts."

"Briar..." He grinds through his teeth.

"If you don't want to, and you don't want me that way right now just tell me, but I think you do. I think you want me so bad that the head of your dick is slick with precum and aching the way I am. I think you want me so bad that you've also thought of me when you were alone, and that makes me hot. Tell me right now that you don't want me that way and I'll stop." I move my core against his erection one more time, watching, gaging.

The muscle in his jaw ticks before his fingers clutch painfully against the area where my thighs and pelvis meet on my legs. I gasp. "You are playing with fire and you're gonna get burned."

"Please." I beg, my chest heaves up and down drawing attention to my breasts that would be glistening under the moonlight if I didn't have this stupid shirt on.

"I have wanted you Briar, not in this way when we first met in freshman year because I didn't know you and it was improper, but this year you have been invading my thoughts every fucking day, bringing me closer to insanity at the fact that I can't touch you. I am barely holding onto a moral thread right now. If you say one more time that you want me, I will take you to my room and we will do it right. But before you answer, I need you to think very thoroughly about what you are getting yourself into. I am not a gentleman in the bedroom, I have dark fantasies and I will do with you as I please once the door is closed. There will be a safe word that can be spoken at any time and I will stop immediately. You need to consider this before anything happens."

I know that his response should have scared me, it should have made me at least a little weary. But, after that night I masturbated to the thought of him and realized something about myself, not to mention the fact that I fully trust he would never hurt me, it only turned me on that much more. "I want to and I want to with you. That's my final answer."

"You asked for it." He swiftly picks me up with himself as he rises and briskly walks over to the passenger side, places me in the seat, straps me in and shuts the door before going to the driver side.

Once he's situated he starts the car and makes the drive over to his place. Not once does he go over the speed limit even with sex on the line which I think speaks volume for his character.

As I sit in the passenger seat I feel the ache grow more and more, each bump we hit on the road sending an electric current through my body and making my nipples point. He hits another small bump in the road and I moan out softly.