Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(54)
His warm mouth kisses the middle of my back and then my shoulder blade. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
I nod into the pillow. “Do it.”
His fingers slip between my ass cheeks, and even though I know what’s about to happen, my body tenses when he plays with my rim.
“Relax. We’ll go slow,” Talon coaches.
I try not to tense again when his finger works its way inside. I chant in my head, reminding myself that this is Talon. This isn’t some random hookup from college. This isn’t sex for the sake of sex. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s all mine.
I loosen up enough for another finger to join his first one, and with the feel of his hard cock resting against one of my ass cheeks, and the way his fingers probe my tight channel, it’s an overwhelming experience.
I want to reach back and pull him close, turn my head and kiss him, but I’m scared if I move or make even a single sound, I’ll lose the sensation I’m quickly learning to like.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Talon whispers, and I shudder. “You let me know when you’re ready.”
I don’t know if I am, so I rock my hips back and forth, taking his fingers deeper. The sting of stretching returns. “Try three,” I rasp.
Instead of feeling more burn, his fingers leave me completely. I didn’t know how full I was until the loss hits me, and I let out a whimper.
“You still with me?” The snap of the lube bottle opening again fills my ears.
“Uh-huh. Keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Hurry the fuck up and finger my ass, Marc. I’m almost ready.”
Talon laughs. “Mmm, think you’re gonna top from the bottom, hey? I’ve heard about that.”
I lean up on my elbow and turn my head toward him. “Where did you hear about that?”
He sheepishly looks away. “Forums and stuff. I wanted to know as much as I could so I didn’t feel like such a noob.”
“You’re far from a noob. You forget I’ve been there while you’ve prepped someone before.”
“Not with a guy.”
“It’s really not that different.”
Talon’s evil glint appears in his eyes. “That’s not what I’ve read.”
This time when his fingers enter me, they’re on a mission, and it takes no time at all to find their target.
“Oh, holy fucking cheese on a cracker.”
Talon laughs again. “Guess I found your prostate.”
“Don’t stop finding it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Talon pegs it again and again until his fingers aren’t enough and I crave more.
“Talon,” I croak.
“Yeah?”
“I need you inside me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
TALON
No way in the world am I denying Miller’s request.
Miller’s a quivering mess as I remove my fingers and suit up.
I grip his hip and roll him over that tiny bit more. He’s still on his side, but that tight and round ass is on full display. I can’t wait for the day where I can have him on his hands and knees begging for me to take him hard and fast, but we both know that day is a while off.
“I kinda like you like this,” I say. My mouth ghosts along his back, the rise and fall of his breathing matching mine.
“Pissed off, impatient, and begging for more? Figures you’d like it.”
“Aww, someone’s just cranky because he hasn’t come yet.” Or I’ll ride it out a little longer, because he’s right. Seeing Miller on the brink of losing control is so fucking hot.
“Someone’s cranky because I need it right now.”
I roll my hips, and my sheathed cock rubs over his crack, settling in between his ass cheeks, but doesn’t go near his hole.
He whines, which makes me even harder, but I should put him out of his misery.
“You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes!”
This time when I line up my cock, I tease his hole but don’t push inside.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Miller mutters.
“Ah, what’s sex without the threat of violence?” Before he can retort, I inch my way inside ever so slowly.
Miller tenses immediately, so I pause.
“I’m good. I promise. Keep going.”
The last thing I want to do is hurt him, so I go even slower.
The only sound to fill the room is our combined breaths—mine even and slow as I try to think of anything but the tight heat surrounding my cock, and his, fast and erratic, no doubt trying to forget about the dick in his ass.
My hand makes soothing circles on his hip and his lower back while my lips caress the back of his sweaty neck. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good.”
Miller nods, but his large biceps contract as he grips his pillow tight.
“Let me know if it’s too much.”
His hand reaches back and finds mine. “Never too much with you.” It’s almost inaudible, but it’s there—something I never even knew I needed until it comes out of his mouth.
The feeling of being inside him, of being whole—Talon and Miller—it clicks. It’s something I’ve never been able to define, and until recently, I didn’t understand it.