Page 81 of His Reckless Freshman

He’s just helping me out.

I really shouldn’t go getting all mushy over him. Even when he does share news about his rough day. Even when he thanks me for my inspiring article. Even when we looked at each other like there’s more here than we want to admit.

Tugging on my shirt, Ben lifts it over my head, and I go with it, trying and failing to believe the mantra: This doesn’t mean anything. It’s just another lesson in the bedroom.

Peeling off my clothes, one layer at a time, I’m soon naked on the bed with Ben between my legs, licking my clit. It feels strange and wet and… I think I might like it. I’m not really sure. Moving my hips, I close my eyes and try to get into it.

“This okay?” he murmurs between kisses.

“Mm-hmm.”

His head pops up, and I open my eyes to look at him. “Are you sure? You don’t seem as into it.”

“I just… It feels weird.”

“Good weird?”

“I don’t know.” I bite my lip, feeling bad that he’s going to all this effort and I’m not responding the way I should.

His lips twitch. “Jolie, tell me what you like.”

“Well, I… Do you mean, like…?” I point at myself.

“Yes, what feels good for your body?”

I stare at his glistening lips, blinking and plucking up the courage to tell him. “Well, I… I like it when you kiss my breasts.”

“Okay.” He crawls back up between my legs, sucking my left nipple into his mouth and making me groan.

“And I like it when you touch me between my legs.” I let out a breathy gasp and get lost in the moment as he strokes me gently, kneading that sweet spot until I’m starting to unravel.

But then he stops, pulling away from my chest and gazing into my eyes. “I want to show you more. Can I… put my fingers inside you?”

Nerves scatter through me and I internally clench, but I can tell he’s about to say I don’t have to if I don’t want to… and knowing that allows me to whisper, “Okay.”

“Are you sure?”

I think about it for a second, then nod.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures me. And I believe him.

Which is why I let my head rest against the pillow and close my eyes when he starts kissing my breasts again. His finger trail down to my opening, lightly teasing my folds before nudging into me.

I let out a soft gasp, the sensation traveling through me surprisingly pleasant.

Gripping the back of his head, I fist his soft locks and groan again when he hits another spot I wasn’t expecting.

Oh, that’s actually quite nice.

His lips move away from my breasts and down my body again.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his lips skimming just above my hairline.

“Uh-huh.” I can barely breathe, let alone form coherent sentences, and this time, when his tongue brushes over my clit, I nearly hit the ceiling.

With his fingers curling inside me and his tongue doing whatever it’s doing, I race toward my climax like I’ve just jumped into a rocket.

The sensations build inside me, tearing through my entire body, rising, growing… exploding…