Page 64 of The Lies We Tell

“Why the fuck are you even here, Briar? At some point, you’re going to need to go home.”

The words slip out without thought, even as I immediately want to retract them.

When I see her try to bite back her tears, I feel even more of a dick.

“Something obviously upset you during that meeting. But you can’t talk to me like this.”

I turn and look out the window before I lose my shit totally. “I am. Shit. Sorry. You need to give me some space, Briar. You aren’t the only one trying to make sense of their fucking life.”

“So talk to me then. Let me listen to you.”

“I don’t need to fucking talk. I need to do something. Fight. Run. Punch something. Clear my head so I can think first.” I tug my hoodie over my head and stride into the bedroom. A run it will have to be. I’m too wound up to go use the equipment at the clubhouse. I yank my jeans down and rummage in the drawer for some shorts.

They’re folded neatly because Briar did the laundry.

I shove my hand through the pile, and then sigh.

The door opens.

“Would fucking do it?” she asks. When she steps into the room, she’s naked. Sunlight dances over her skin.

My cock needs only a second to agree, but I’m still breathless with frustration she really doesn’t need me taking out on her.

Yet I don’t move.

She drops to her knees in front of me, and I didn’t realize how badly I needed someone to look up to me and offer me something. Because everything I’ve done recently is for everyone else.

I’ve always carried the weight for others.

“Briar,” I warn. “I can’t be considerate in the mood I’m in.”

She tugs my boxer briefs down my legs and exposes my cock, which bobs in front of her face. “I know. But let’s try this first before you run out of here.”

She doesn’t waste any time. Understanding my mood, her usually tender touches are replaced with a rock-hard grip. When she spits on my dick, I almost come. Her playful licks of my cock are replaced with fat lips that engulf me, sucking me down to the back of her throat. She gags, saliva escaping down her chin. She uses a finger to catch it and stroke it over the head of my dick before repeating the action. This time she swallows me.

Deepthroat has never felt so good.

I place my hands on either side of her skull to hold her in place and begin to move.

“Pinch my leg if you need me to stop,” I grunt.

I pray she doesn’t.

My thumbs move to her neck, and I can feel the way she swallows around me. Her throat stretches to take me like an elastic band.

It’s selfish, but I imagine she can’t stop me. That she can’t breathe. It’s a fantasy, not something I’d ever really do, but fuck, it’s such a turn-on. I can feel her throat cavity squeeze my head so tight, it makes my head spin.

Briar gasps, her eyes water.

“Pinch ... me,” I say as I pick up speed.

But she shakes her head.

I pull my dick from her throat to give her a moment. She splutters around it for a second, and then I’m back down her throat.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Briar.”

She’s worshipping me with her mouth.