Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(43)

“It’s a hard life,” I say dryly.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” I say solemnly. “A lot of people do something because they think it’s the norm. It’s staying true to yourself when you don’t meet social expectations that’s hard.”

“That’s deep,” Talon says sleepily.

“That’s what he said.”

Talon laughs, but there’s no energy behind it.

“Go to sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.” I can’t help smiling in the dark as I drift off.





Chapter Seventeen





TALON





I can do this. It’s just sucking a dick. I’ve received countless blowjobs before, and no one ever choked to death, so it can’t be that hard.

Hmm, maybe I should start small. Like a handjob.

Maybe you should wake him up first before you do anything.

Oh, right. That too.

It’s been months of thinking about this, of wishing our FaceTime calls were in person, but now it’s here, I’m more nervous than the first time we ever took a girl up to my room.

Even though that was probably the most awkward sexual encounter I’d ever had with Miller, it was the start of something indescribable—a feeling I’ve been chasing and haven’t found since graduating USC.

We were both fumbly that first night, not really knowing what to do. It started as a taunt. Seems to be a theme with Miller and me.

Miller rolls onto his back, and the sheet slips down the body I’ve always admired from a professional perspective, but—wait … do truly straight guys stare at other guys and appreciate them? I always thought so, but now, I’m not sure.

“If you’re gonna puke, use the bathroom.” Miller’s eyes are still closed, and his voice is strained from sleep.

“Huh?”

One of his eyes cracks open. “I can sense you hovering, and I don’t wanna be covered in vomit.”

“I wasn’t that drunk.”

“Dude, you called Jackson your pet unicorn.”

I laugh. “He is my unicorn. Without him, we so would’ve lost the game last night.”

“You threw imaginary glitter at him and yelled ‘Be majestic, bitch!’” Miller stretches, his long arms reaching above his head and making every muscle in his torso contract.

I run my hand over his chest, my fingers tracing every hard line. “I don’t remember that. But I do remember a certain promise you made to me last night.”

Miller’s dark eyes fill with heat. “Yeah?”

I take a deep breath as I move on top of him. “I’m one hundred percent sober right now.”

Miller lifts his hips and grinds his body against mine. “Uh-huh …”

“And I want to taste you,” I whisper.

Miller locks eyes with me and nods. Leaning in, he lifts his head until our lips are almost touching. “Explore me. Use me. Take whatever you want from me.”

For so long I’ve been thinking about his mouth. His lips. Ever since kissing him in that hospital room, I haven’t thought of much else other than getting to the Super Bowl, but even then, my motivations revolved around Miller. The sooner we won, the sooner I could present Miller with his first championship title.

Our mouths come together, and it’s everything I remember and more. His tongue is lazy at first, teasing me, testing my limits, but it all changes when I take control and dominate the kiss.

I wonder if this is what it’s going to be like with Miller. At least in the beginning. He gives the minimum so I have to work for it. Funny thing is, if a woman were to play those kinds of games with me, I’d get over it superfast. But Miller’s doing it for one reason only, and I know that without him having to say anything.

He’s taking us slow for me. Because, somehow, he always knows what I need.

Right this second, I need to go at my pace and pull back if it’s too much, but it’s easy to get lost in him.

Miller’s hips buck underneath me, his impressive erection digging into me. His hand weaves into my short hair and grips tight.

It’s as if I can feel him channeling all his control into that hand, trying desperately to let me take the lead even though he’s dying to do it. I can’t wait until we’re in a place for me to let him take over, but we both know we’re not ready for that.

This time is for me to get used to his hard edges and larger body, explore the new sensations, and find out what Miller likes.

I already have a fair idea from what I’ve observed over the years, so I go for the easy targets first. Like his nipples.

Sliding my way down his body, I capture one with my teeth, biting down a little harder than I normally would with anyone else.

Miller lets out an encouraging moan, so I pinch the other one while I suck and lick the bite pain away.

It’s like I’m a kid in a candy store, and I don’t know where to sample next. So many things I’d like to do to Miller but probably won’t. Not this time around, anyway.

Unable to stay there and take my time, I shuffle down farther, my mouth moving to his stomach. The muscles contract under my tongue, and his cock twitches against my chest.

The wet patch on his underwear somehow turns me on even more. Probably because it lets me know how much he’s enjoying what I’m doing to him. My own cock is in a similar state. Harder than I’ve ever been before and achingly desperate to be touched.