Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend #4)(61)

Then again, I always thought that was to stroke my ego. You know, like how they’re all so “Oooh, you’re so big.” Please … I’ve seen a hell of a lot of cocks bigger than mine, and that’s just in the locker room.

“You freaking out?” Miller asks.

“Nope.” Hey, at least my fake confidence is working.

“You sure?”

Okay, maybe not.

“Because we don’t have to do this.”

“I want to do this, because, you know, it’s what you do in a relationship.”

Miller leans up on his elbows. “Fun fact. Only around thirty percent of guys in a same-sex relationship have anal sex.”

Huh. “Really? That seems like such a low number.”

“It’s not a big deal if you don’t want to. And you know I’d be happy to—”

“I still want to try it. When I was watching all that gay porn—you know, for research purposes—”

Miller snorts. “Of course. Research.”

“Right. Well, yeah, there was this couple I loved watching. They’re married in real life, and I dunno, they make it seem … I dunno.” My cheeks flush. I never get all weird and shy about sex. Like, ever.

“You know porn is, like, the worst depiction of what sex is really like, right?”

I roll my eyes. “Duh. But these guys … they’re different.”

“Show me.” Miller beckons me onto the bed with him, but I hesitate.

“You want to watch porn?”

“I want to see what you want.”

I find my phone and pull up the app, and it automatically opens to the couple I’ve basically stalked since seeing that first video months ago.

As I join Miller on the bed, he sits up and pulls me to his side.

“Oh, I’ve seen these guys, but they had a chick with them.”

“That’s where I found them.” Is it weird I’m excited we have the same taste in porn? It makes sense seeing as we’ve been sexually compatible since way back in college. I pull up the threesome scene which was my rabbit hole into the world of these guys.

It’s a clip that jumps straight to the middle—no foreplay, just fucking—and it takes about thirty seconds of watching before Miller’s hands wander. Then his lips. They lay light kisses to my neck as his fingers trail down my side.

I go to put the phone down, but he stops me.

“Keep watching.”

His mouth and hands continue to explore my body, while I keep my eyes on the screen.

The moans coming from my phone speaker are broken by one of the guys saying “Take that fat dick,” which, of course, makes Miller and I crack up laughing.

“Hey, Talon, you gonna take my fat dick?” He chuckles into my neck.

“I, uh, can mute the sound.” I put my phone on silent.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I do as he says and place my phone on the bed facing me. Miller’s ingenious idea to distract me with porn totally works, because while he covers his fingers in lube, I’m too busy getting worked up at the people going at it on screen to be nervous.

He kneels behind me, and when he teases my hole, I imagine what it’s going to be like being the guy on screen—with Miller’s cock buried so deep in my ass I can’t feel anything but him.

The first breach of his fingers gives me the same sense of awkwardness like when I do this to myself, but Miller’s gentle and patient, and he works me slowly. So slowly that I’m easily distracted by the video again.

I don’t realize he’s two fingers deep until he hits that spot inside me that I was never quite able to reach. “Holy son of a fucking god bitch.”

Miller chuckles. “God bitch?”

“I’m sure God has bitches and hos around him all the time.”

All I get is laughter at my nonsensical rambling. Of course.

Miller continues to fuck me slowly with his fingers until I’m involuntarily rocking back onto his hand.

“Do you think you’re ready?”

“I … I think so.” Maybe. Shit, I don’t know. Is anyone truly ready to shove something the size of Miller’s dick in an out hole?

I’m unsure when Miller suits up, but when he removes his fingers, the feel of latex dragging along my ass crack makes me shiver in anticipation. And maybe nerves. Okay, a lot of it is nerves.

His cock lines up with my hole, and I brace myself for something that doesn’t come.

“Change of plans,” Miller says. “Move over.”

“What? You can’t tease me like that. I—”

“You froze up as soon as you knew it was my cock. I want you to ride me so you set the pace. It’s way too much pressure for me to handle, and I’m scared of hurting you.”

Typical Miller. Always trying to protect me.

“I’m not gonna break.”

“I might. My leg won’t hold up this way for long anyway.”

I’m sure he’s stretching the truth for my benefit, but when Miller lowers himself onto his back, I’m quick to crawl on top of him and straddle his waist so he can’t get away.

We’re doing this.

I reach behind me and grip his cock to keep it still as I sink down on him. He tries to hide the concern on his face, and I try to cover the pain, but it’s a struggle. Every fat inch that makes its way inside my body, the more my ass protests.