I wake slowly—first becoming aware of the warmth beside me, then registering the time on Josh's bedside clock: 7:46 AM. His arm is still resting across my waist, fingers splayed possessively against my hip even in sleep.

For a moment, I simply lie there and watch him breathe—the steady rise and fall of his chest, his dark lashes fluttering as he dreams something pleasant—judging by the small curve of his lips. Something about this feels nice—being wrapped up with someone after sex, without any awkward morning-after tension. It feels just... comfortable.

But then a dirty thought forms in my mind.

I carefully slide out from under Josh's arm and turn onto my side to face him fully. My gaze travels down the long line of his body—from those broad shoulders down past defined abs to where he lies half-hard already beneath the sheets, even while still sleeping.

Perfect.

Leaning forward, I push back those covers just enough to expose him completely—my mouth watering at the sight of his cock thickening before my eyes. Without hesitation, I lower my head and wrap my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue along the sensitive skin as Josh stirs in response.

"Mmmph—" he mumbles, shifting slightly as my warm breath ghosts over him.

I take him deeper into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to create suction while one hand slides up his thigh. He's fully awake now—his fingers suddenly threading through my hair, gripping tight enough to make me hum around him.

"Don't touch," I order, pulling off just long enough to meet his drowsy gaze before taking him back into the heat of my mouth. "Just lay back and enjoy." My words come out as muffled murmurs against his flesh before I bob down again, my tongue swirling patterns along his shaft as I work him in and out between my lips.

Josh groans deeply at this—his hips twitching upward instinctively before stilling when he remembers my command. One hand flops back onto the pillow while the other clenches into a fist beside his head, fighting the urge to guide me faster, harder.

I pay special attention to the tip now, swirling my tongue around it in slow, deliberate circles as I take him deeper on each downward stroke—until he's bumping the back of my throat and my nose is nestled against his pubic bone. His thighs tremble beneath my palm, muscles tensing with restraint.

Josh's breath catches audibly when I start deep-throating him without warning—my lips stretched around his girth as my tongue presses flat against the underside of his shaft, hollowing my cheeks to increase suction on every slow drag upward. I feel him throb between my lips at this new pressure and pace.

"Fuck," he grits out through clenched teeth, knuckles turning white where his hands fist into the sheets beside him. "You're gonna make me—" He cuts off abruptly when I swallow around his tip, muscles contracting in a wave of pleasure that makes his entire body tense up briefly before forcing himself to relax again.

"So close already?" I purr around the tip before sinking back down—taking him to the root again while humming low in my throat, the vibrations traveling through his entire length. His hips jerk slightly off the bed this time but he still doesn't reach for me, hands straining against the urge to guide my head faster, harder.

"You're doing so well," I praise between strokes, voice dripping with false innocence as I stroke him with one hand in tandem with my mouth now—twisting up on every downward motion while my lips and tongue work over the sensitive head. "Being such a good boy for me... not touching even though you must be dying to." A quick flick of my tongue across his slit makes him shudder violently beneath me.

Josh's jaw clenches tight as he stares down at me—dark hair now mussed, skin flushed and glistening with sweat already despite the chill in the room. His abs flex and release under tense muscles while I work him over thoroughly between my lips—taking short breaks to focus on lapping up the salty beads of precum leaking steadily from his tip before swallowing him down again.

"So fucking good," he pants out as I increase speed gradually, picking up a rhythm now where every fifth stroke is especially deep, pushing past that initial resistance into my throat. He's fighting it hard—eyes squeezing shut and brow furrowing with concentration—but I can feel the change in his breathing pattern, how his thighs are trembling again beneath my palm.

"You gonna come for me?" I murmur against his shaft before taking him to the hilt once more—my lips stretched obscenely around his thickness as I look up through my lashes to watch his face contort with pleasure. "Gonna fill this pretty mouth of mine?"

My lips tighten around Josh's thickness as I feel his muscles go rigid beneath me—his entire body arching up off the bed suddenly with a guttural groan that rumbles through his chest.

"Fuck—" he grits out through clenched teeth before choking on whatever other words were about to follow, hands fisting even tighter into the sheets as his cock pulses once... twice... and then erupts in a rush of heat against my tongue.

I don't pull away—I swallow it all down greedily, humming low in my throat around him while my hand strokes what's left of his orgasm out of him with firm pressure. Only when he finally goes slack beneath me do I slowly release his tip from between my lips—letting it rest against my bottom lip for a heartbeat before pulling back completely.

"Empty," I announce cheerfully, sticking my tongue out to show him the glistening pink surface—proof that not a single drop went to waste. A self-satisfied smirk plays at the corner of my mouth as Josh stares down at me with half-lidded eyes still hazy from release.

"You're evil," he rasps, voice rougher than I've ever heard it before as he finally allows himself to reach out and tuck a strand of damp hair behind my ear. His fingers linger against my cheek afterward—thumb brushing over the curve of my bottom lip where his cock had just been nestled moments ago.

"Mmm-hmm," I agree without apology, crawling up the bed until we're face-to-face again. "But you liked it." My lips brush teasingly across his as I settle into the crook of his shoulder—feeling his heart still racing beneath my palm pressed flat to his chest.

Josh's arm wraps around me automatically, pulling me closer against him as our breathing gradually slows in tandem. The morning light spilling through the curtains casts lazy patterns across the ceiling while we simply... exist like this for a moment—sweat cooling on our skin and limbs tangled together beneath the rumpled sheets.

Eventually Josh breaks the comfortable silence between us with a quiet groan. "We've got classes at ten," he mumbles into my hair, though there's no urgency in his tone whatsoever.

"Then we'll stay here for a moment," I reply simply, tilting my head to press a quick kiss against Josh's collarbone before settling back into the crook of his shoulder—feeling his heartbeat gradually slow beneath my palm resting flat against his chest.

The sheets around us smell like sex—aheady musk mixed with salt and something distinctly him. I breathe it in deeply, closing my eyes as morning sunlight spills through his curtains to paint lazy patterns across the ceiling above us.

For a while we just lie there in comfortable silence—just listening to each other's breathing. Josh's fingers absently trace lazy patterns along my arm where I've draped it across him, occasionally brushing against the curve of my breast through the thin sheet covering us.

But then I feel his hand shift downward—not suddenly or urgently but slow and deliberate like he's savoring each inch of skin as he goes. His fingertips skim past my hipbone before dipping between my legs with teasing lightness at first, almost questioning whether this is okay rather than demanding it outright.

I arch into the touch immediately—my thighs parting just enough to allow his fingers better access while a quiet sigh escapes me. Josh makes a low approving sound deep in his chest that vibrates against my cheek still pressed to him as he parts my folds with gentle exploration now, tracing up and down the slick heat he finds waiting there.

"You're already wet," he murmurs—more observation than accusation—though the note of pleased surprise in his tone makes me smile against his skin. "So responsive."

His fingers continue their slow exploration—dipping just barely inside me before circling back up to trace my clit with feather-light pressure. The teasing makes my hips shift restlessly against his hand, seeking more contact.

When it becomes clear he's going to keep playing like this—building me up gradually—I lose patience entirely. "Stop teasing me," I demand, pushing up onto one elbow to look him in the eye—my voice firm even as I feel my cheeks flush. "Put your mouth on me. Now."

Josh's eyes darken instantly at the command—his pupils expanding as a flash of something hot moves across his features before he's already shifting us, rolling me onto my back while he settles between my legs. My thighs fall open automatically, inviting him closer as his hands slide up my inner thighs—pushing them wider as he dips his head between them.

The first touch of his tongue against my pussy makes me gasp—hot and wet and insistent as it parts my folds to find my clit with unerring accuracy. He licks at it with slow, broad strokes at first, gradually increasing pressure and speed until I'm writhing beneath him, my fingers tangling into his hair to guide him exactly where I need him most.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," Josh groans against my skin, the words vibrating deliciously against my core as his tongue flicks faster now—alternating between long licks and focused attention on that sensitive bundle of nerves. One of his hands slides upward to cup my breast, thumb rubbing circles around the nipple that's pebbled against the sheet still draped lightly over us.

Josh's tongue swirls around my clit in relentless circles now—building that familiar pressure with each pass. His fingers tease at my entrance—just dipping inside to stretch me open before pulling back out again, never quite giving me what I need to reach that edge.

"Please," I gasp out, my hands tightening in his hair to urge him downward. "Don't stop. Keep going just like that."

His response is to add a second finger—pushing them both deep inside me while his mouth never breaks contact with my clit. The stretch makes me arch off the bed with a sharp cry—my inner walls clenching around him instinctively as his fingers curve just so to rub against that spot inside me that makes my entire body light up with pleasure.

"Fuck," Josh groans against my pussy, the word vibrating through my core. "So tight. You're going to come all over my fingers, aren't you?"

I can only whimper in response—my hips bucking upward to meet each thrust of his hand as his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit. The combination is too much—pleasure building in my belly like coiling heat until suddenly it snaps through me in a rush of sensation.

"Yes!" I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me—my inner walls spasming around Josh's fingers as they curl inside me, stroking over that sensitive spot repeatedly. His mouth never breaks contact—tongue still flicking against my clit as I come apart, drawing out the waves of pleasure that seem to go on forever.

When the intensity finally starts to ebb, I collapse back against the pillows—my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. Josh slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them with a low hum of appreciation that makes my toes curl.

"You're delicious," he murmurs as he crawls back up my body, settling beside me with one hand draped possessively over my hip. "And so fucking responsive."

We lay together in the warm glow of morning sun, sweat cooling on our skin as we gradually come back to ourselves. Josh's fingers absently trace patterns along my hip where his hand rests—his breathing deep and even beside me now.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he finally speaks up. "We should probably get ready soon," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my temple before shifting to sit up. The sheets fall away from his torso, revealing the defined muscles of his back as he stretches his arms overhead with a quiet groan.

I watch him move with lazy appreciation—feeling the pleasant hum of satisfaction still thrumming through my body after that intense orgasm.

I adjust Josh's borrowed hoodie around my shoulders as I slide into the diner booth across from Rachel, already sipping on her coffee. It's one of his ratty old ones—soft with age and carrying a faint hint of his scent that makes me smile every time it drifts up to my nose. My own top from last night was definitely not class-appropriate, so I'd snagged this from Josh's closet before heading out the door this morning.

Rachel raises an eyebrow as she takes in my oversized attire, setting her cup down with a knowing smirk. "Well? Spill," she demands without preamble, leaning forward on her elbows. "How was the math tutor?"

I feel heat rush to my cheeks but can't help the grin spreading across my face as I recall the details of last night—and this morning. "Amazing," I breathe out, dropping my voice as I glance around at other patrons before continuing. "We studied for a few hours first—went over all these formulas and problems until I actually felt like I understood them." My fingers absently trace the sleeve of Josh's hoodie where it falls past my wrist. "Then we took a break."

Rachel's eyes sparkle with amusement as she waits expectantly.

I take a deep breath, ticking off on my fingers. "First time was on his couch—me riding him until I came. Then he flipped us around for round two." My voice drops lower still, just above a whisper now. "We moved to the bed after that and he fucked me from behind till we both finished again."

Rachel's eyebrows shoot up as she lets out a low whistle. "Damn girl—you're on fire."

I laugh softly but continue, my mind drifting back to this morning. "Woke him up with a blowjob this morning—wouldn't even let him touch me while I did it." A small smile plays at my lips remembering how he'd cursed under his breath when I finally allowed him release. "Then we cuddled for a bit before he ate me out till I came again."

"Jesus," Rachel mutters, shaking her head in awe.

The waitress interrupts us to take our order, and by the time she's gone, Rachel leans back with an assessing look. "So...how'd it feel waking up next to him?" There's a knowing glint in her eye that makes me pause.

I consider it for a moment—thinking about how natural it had felt to simply exist beside him this morning. How easy the conversation had flowed as we got ready for our respective classes. "It didn't even feel weird," I admit finally, the realization settling into my bones like something shifting into place. "Just...comfortable."

Rachel's expression softens slightly. "Could you ever see yourself actually dating him?" Her tone is casual but weighted somehow—like she's testing a theory.

I chew on my lower lip for a second before meeting her gaze steadily. "Yeah," I say, feeling that same rightness settle deeper into my bones. "I could."

Rachel nods like this confirms some suspicion of hers. "Figured as much when you already stole a hoodie from him." She jerks her chin toward the fabric draped over me.

My phone buzzes on the table between us, and I flip it over to see Josh's name flashing across the screen. My heart gives a little flutter in my chest before I can stop it as I tap open the message:

I glance up at Rachel with a smile playing at my lips before typing back:

His response comes almost immediately: