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Lilly

It’s so warm, almost like I’m cocooned with dozens of blankets, sitting in front of the fireplace, hot chocolate in hand and a bowl of popcorn before me during the coldest winters in my hometown.

And I love it so much I don’t want to open my eyes.

But when something jerks in my hand, and a gargled moan comes from beside me, my eyes snap open.

Peering to the right, Greyson lays beside me with his eyes closed. Blinking a few times to get my eyes to focus, I look at his face. It’s not calm and relaxed like it should be when one sleeps…but instead shows clear signs of pleasure.

Something jerks in my hand again, and when I squeeze to figure out what it is, my eyes widen more.

My fucking hand is clenched around his cock—that feels very girthy, and veiny—and he’s jerking into it.

Holy fuck .

He thrusts again…does he even realize he’s doing it ?

And why the fuck haven’t I moved my hand?

Move your hand, Lilly!

“Lilly.” He warns, his voice coming out hoarse.

I blink, freezing more—if that’s even possible. Okay, he’s definitely awake…but what’s the warning for? And why can’t I move my hand?

“Huh?” Is the only response my brain can fumble up.

“You’re squeezing the life out of my dick.” Opening his eyes, they bore into mine.

I’m mortified.

Quickly releasing my hand from him, I scoot up the bed and rest my back against the headboard. “I’m so sorry!” I frantically apologize.

Why the hell was I touching his cock?

“Do you make it a habit of fondling people when they sleep?” He asks with a smirk.

“Okay, for starters, don’t ever say fondling again,” I gag. “And no,” shaking my head, I run a hand through my knotted hair. “I don’t make it a habit of waking up touching someone’s fucking cock, Greyson.”

“Hmm.”

After kissing him in the kitchen yesterday and getting interrupted by Chase and a girl he was with that was giggling loudly, Greyson and I decided to go back to his room and study.

The first thing I did when we got there was put the books back into the bag and shove them in the corner.

Out of sight, but certainly not out of mind.

While Greyson sat on his bed writing notes and watching a gameplay from the team they’re playing next weekend, I sat at his desk attempting to write some of my article…but I spent most of the time admiring Albert. He’s a beauty, how could I not?

Once again, do you think he’ll notice if I steal it?

When too much time passed, and I was starting to grow tired, I decided to sit beside him and wait until he was finished before driving home. But obviously tiredness took over, and I ended up falling sleep.

“How do I know that you didn’t put my hand there?“ I raise an accused brow.

He chuckles, shifts slightly, and curses. “ Fuck .”

“What?” Sitting straighter, my eyes glance around his face to see if he’s in pain. “Are you okay?”

“Define okay .“ He groans, glancing down at his dick that’s covered by the duvet.

Oh, he’s horny…and that’s all thanks to me.

“You want me to help you out?”

What the hell is wrong with me?

Staring at me, he blinks. “Help me out?”

“Yeah, like maybe jerk you off, or suck your cock?” Shut up, Lilly! “Or maybe you wanna go into the bathroom and do it yourself,” nervously laughing, I chew my lip. “And I’ll go home, but not before dying of humiliation.”

God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

“You want to jerk me off?”

“I mean, if you want me to I will.” I shrug.

Stop, Lilly! I’m just embarrassing myself further at this point.

Sitting there, he stares at me not saying a word. My fingers find the skin on my nails, and I begin anxiously picking at them.

I need to leave before I make things worse.

“Forget I mentioned it.” I say, moving to the edge of the bed to stand.

But his hand reaches out and clasps around my arm, halting me in my movements. Clearing his throat, he says. “Nobody has ever…”

Shit. Right . Nobody has ever sucked or jerked him off before.

And here I am, offering to help.

Can somebody say idiot?

Idiot .

When he asked me to tutor him in sex, I understand that meant teaching him…but I didn’t actually think I would have to teach him, teach him …you know?

Which is silly of me to brush over that part, because how else is he going to know what he likes and dislikes when someone is pleasuring him unless someone—me—pleasures him.

And it’s not like I don’t have experience in that department, if anything, I’m more advanced in sucking a cock than I am anything else sex related. Hello , I literally had to fake orgasms with my ex. But I don’t know…it felt almost too natural offering to help fix his problem—a problem I no doubt caused.

In my defense, it’s early…way too early. And my mind is still clogged with sleep, so I don’t even know what I’m talking about.

“Forget I said anything,” I say, standing from the bed and adjusting my skirt. “I’m gonna go home and die of humiliation.”

He laughs, huskily, and softly behind me. “ Lilly .”

“No, Greyson,” shaking my head, I search his floor for my shoes. “Actually, maybe I’ll just do us all a favor and jump out the window.”

We’re not even that high up, so there’s more of a chance I’d break a bone than die. And I think I’d rather die than be further humiliated when someone as ks how I broke my leg.

“Are you always this dramatic?”

Scoffing, I turn to face him, place a hand on my hip and glare. “I am not dramatic.”

Raising a brow, he bites his lip to hold in his laughter.

“Okay, maybe a little dramatic,” I give in. “I haven’t had my coffee yet, and I’m not me without coffee first thing in the morning.”

Rising from the bed, I try my hardest not to look down as he adjusts his cock, and instead keep my eyes focused on his messy bed hair—which I find way more attractive than I should.

“Are you in a rush to go home?” He asks, walking over to his dresser.

It’s Saturday, and my only plan was to lounge around in my pajamas all day, catch up with assignments and binge watch this reality dating show I’ve been obsessed with while also demolishing all the popcorn in the house.

“No.” I shake my head.

“Stay for breakfast? I’ll even make you a large coffee.”

“Make it an extra-large, and we have a deal.”

“Deal,” he smiles walking toward the door. “Wait,” stopping, he turns to face me. “Did you want to take a shower first? Not that you smell, because you don’t—”

Smiling, I cut him off. “That would be nice.”

Maybe a nice warm shower will stop me from further humiliating myself today.

“Sorry,” he winces, scratching the nape of his neck. “This is all new for me…I’ve never had a girl stay over before, so I don’t know what to do.”

“Get used to it, Greyson,” I grin, tapping his chest. “Because you’ll be experiencing a lot of firsts with me.”