Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(33)

The house could catch fire right now, and I wouldn’t notice.

He immediately goes to grip his cock when I stop him.

“Nah-uh. You want me to tell you what to do, you have to wait for an instruction.” A huge part of me can’t believe that just came out my mouth to Talon, but the other part has wanted this for so long that I can’t bring myself to dwell on it. Only savor it.

Talon smiles, and his hand falls to his side.

I swallow hard, my mouth still dry at the sight of him. “You know, you’d totally make a good sub if you were into the BDSM thing.”

“Fuck off, I would not. I have an issue with authority.”

I can’t help laughing. “True. You’d get too many punishments for it to be enjoyable.”

Talon’s expression falls, and he looks right at the camera. “Are you … into that? You haven’t been before. At least, not that I’ve—”

More laughter flies out of me, because his worried face is too much. “No. Not into that. I like this bossing you around thing though. Can we get back to that, or are we gonna lay all our kinks out for each other to judge?”

“You know all my kinks. You’ve seen them.”

Right. The group thing. He really gets off on that.

I push that depressing thought from my mind—the one that leads to voices telling me I’ll never be enough for Talon—and focus on what we have here and now even if it’s just messing around on a screen.

“Lift your leg on the far side and slip a pillow under your ass so you’re kinda facing me.”

Talon moves with no question.

“Skim your chest with one hand and pinch your nipple.”

His hand makes its descent but pauses. “I don’t really have a nipple fetish like you do.”

“It’s hardly a fetish. It’s not like I want nipple clamps or anything.”

“Hmm, you with nipple clamps …”

Okay, we’re so not going to think about that. “I thought this was about you. Lick your fingers for me. Get them real wet.”

Talon eyes me hesitantly.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then do it. If you don’t like what I want you to do, you don’t have to keep going.”

Talon sucks two fingers into his mouth, and he may not be sure about what he’s about to do, but his cock is. It twitches like it’s trying to do a sit-up off Talon’s abs.

“What do you want me to do with them?”

“Massage your balls with the palm of your hand while you tease your hole with your fingers.”

Talon cups his sac and does as I say without any question or hesitation. He’s so fucking beautiful like this. His skin is flushed, far redder than I’ve ever seen it on the field or in bed, and I love it. It’s sexy and one of the only times I’ve felt Talon’s insecurity.

“You’re doing so good,” I encourage, which seems to appease him.

“I want … I want to … try.”

I’m tempted to mock him about using big-boy words, but I don’t want to push this. “Try one finger. Slowly.”

Even though I can’t see from this angle, I know the moment he penetrates himself, because his eyes squeeze shut, and it looks like he’s holding his breath.

“It feels weird at first,” I say. “That’s normal. You need to relax and push out as your finger goes in deeper.”

Talon’s eyes fly open and pin me to my spot. “Have you done this before?”

“Only with myself. Just like you’re doing right now.”

“I want to see that.”

“Another time. Push your finger deeper—as far as you can get it.”

I wasn’t kidding when I said he’d make an awesome submissive if we were into that. Talon seems so in control all the time—even when he’s goofing off. I think his outgoing and bright, playful nature is who he is to everyone else, his public persona, but anyone who knows him on a deeper level would realize how he can be particular. Especially on the field. The entire team knows what Talon can be like when we lose a game or mess up a play.

He smiles for the cameras and waves off a loss like the rest of us do in front of the media, and even when he’s lecturing the guys on a shitty job done, he still has a light tone about him. But underneath it all, he has a penchant for things to be a certain way—his way.

Talon giving me full control and losing himself, letting me call the shots and him doing it without talking back makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

“If I was there, it’d be my fingers inside you right now.”

Talon moans so loud I have to cover the speaker part of my phone. I turn the volume down so he can make as much noise as he wants, because fuck asking him to keep that amazing sound quiet.

“What else would you do?” Talon croaks.

“I want my mouth wrapped around your cock. Lick your free hand for me.”

Talon does it and reaches for his dick.

“Nuh-uh. Not yet.”

He slumps. “Fuck you.”

“Can’t wait for that, but fine, take your cock in your hand, but don’t move it yet.”

Talon’s chest rises and falls in quick breaths as if he’s struggling to follow my instructions.