Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(44)

My mouth pauses a little too long at the waistband of Miller’s boxer briefs.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” Miller’s hips betray his words as they thrust upward in a silent plea to get my head closer to his dick. I know that’s what he’s doing because I’ve perfected that move myself over the years.

So this is what it’s like to be on the other side of a needy cock. I would mentally apologize to every woman I’ve ever done it to if it weren’t so fucking sexy.

“I’m ready,” I murmur against his stomach. “But I need you to help me.” I glance up at him only to find his eyes already locked on mine. “Show me what to do.”

“Losing my underwear would be a good start.”

I can’t help smiling as I rise, resting on my knees. My fingers hook into the sides, but I hesitate again.

“Dunno why you’re pausing. You’ve seen my dick a million times.”

“Shit, you’re right. I’m just …”

“Nervous? You have nothing to be nervous about. Trust me, I’ll like anything you do to me.”

“Anything?”

Miller sighs. “God, I just set you a challenge, didn’t I?” He knows how I love a good dare.

“Tell me if you don’t like something I’m doing, because now I wanna try everything.”

Miller lifts his hips as I pull his underwear off and throw them somewhere behind me. His cock, long, veiny, and thick, bobs against his stomach.

We both groan as my hand wraps around his hard length. I test out a few strokes, getting used to the difference in his thickness compared to mine.

Miller lets out a shuddery breath. “Grip a bit tighter.”

I do as he says.

“So good.”

I appreciate the encouragement, which gives me the courage to lean in and take the tip into my mouth.

A salty taste fills my mouth, and while it’s not exactly pleasant, it doesn’t make me gag. Like, no one’s gonna bottle and sell a drink that tastes like cock, but as I glance up at Miller and see his hooded eyes, his tight jaw, and the obvious restraint he’s forcing himself to hold onto, I understand how people could love the heady flavor. Because it’s the taste of pure lust, and I want more of it.

I close my lips over his cock and work my way down until my mouth is filled.

Shit, Miller’s huge.

My fingers wrap around his base as I move my mouth up and down.

Miller’s breathing comes in short gasps, and I want to drive him to the point where he can’t catch a breath. I want to make him come unglued, go crazy, and let out the primal roar I know he holds in.

There’ve only been a few times I’ve heard it—not everyone can make him go off like that—but I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I pull off him and lick my way down his length, while I move my hand to the head of his cock and keep stroking him.

My tongue runs down the underside, and even though my ass clenches at the size of this thing, I’m curious about what it would feel like inside me.

Apart from our FaceTime sessions when I’ve used my fingers to explore, I haven’t been game enough for any other ass stuff. I want Miller to be a part of that. I want him to be the one I share my firsts with.

I take one of his balls into my mouth and don’t let my gaze leave his face as his eyes fill with lust.

“Faster.” He reaches for my hand on his cock and jacks himself with my hand.

My own dick aches, and as I flatten onto my stomach, the small amount of friction between me and the sheets is enough for me to almost lose my head … and my load.

When Miller’s satisfied with how fast my hand is pumping, he removes his hand from mine and fists it in my hair, pulling on it tightly but not enough to cause pain.

“God, you look even better doing that than I ever imagined.” He pulls my head back farther until his ball falls from my mouth. “But I want you right here.”

His hand guides my head back to his cock, and a thrill rushes through me at his demanding presence. I was worried I wouldn’t be ready for this, but that didn’t last long. He could tell me to rob a bank right now and I’d do it no questions asked.

This time when my mouth closes over his cock, I add a bit of suction and know I’m doing something right. Miller’s hips lift off the bed, causing me to almost choke on his dick, but I grip his hip and pin him as hard as I can to the mattress.

“Fuck, sorry.”

I want to tell him it’s okay, but I don’t want to pull off him. Instead, I glance up at him through watery eyes. It’s okay, I try to say with my mind.

Miller doesn’t seem to get it, or maybe he’s worried I’m not liking this, because his hesitance is obvious in the way he relaxes under me.

I don’t want that. I want him wound tight and ready to explode. To prove how much I want this, I suck him into my mouth as deep as I can—which admittedly isn’t very far. I’ll have to work on how to deep throat. Who knew it was an actual talent and not something people can automatically do?

“Talon,” Miller says.

Damn it. I pull back. “I want to learn how to take you deep.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. I want to make you scream.”