Mikey shook his head. “No, that’s not what I mean. Fucking. Anal. Like… sex.”
He seemed so flustered. I hated seeing him dance around his words with me. “You want me to fuck you, or were you thinking—”
His head snapped up. “Yes! That one. The first one. I want you to fuck me. And you don’t have to worry. It’s not that I don’t know if I’ll like it. I, um, I use a dildo and stuff at home. I just… I just haven’t been with someone I really wanted to do it with. But…”
He didn’t have to say it. Things between us were good. Really good. And I’d never felt more comfortable with someone in bed before the way I did with him.
“You sure?” I asked, smoothing my thumbs over the back of his hands. “Because you know I’ll be super fucking happy with anything we do. I don’t need—”
“Stop talking. I’m sure. You’re killing me.” Mikey rolled his eyes and threw himself back on the bed. “This is excruciating.”
I stood up and crawled onto the bed over him, peering down at his closed eyes. Dark eyelashes brushed the tender skin beneath his eyes. I pulled off his glasses and dropped a kiss right there. And then another on the other side. When I was done kissing his entire face, I carefully placed his glasses on the nightstand and began undressing him.
“Is this why you didn’t eat dinner?” I asked.
Mikey’s face flushed deep red, and it sent streaks down his throat. “Maybe. I was hoping you hadn’t noticed. Can we not talk about it, please?”
I ran a finger along the side of his neck and felt my heart kick up when he shivered beneath me. “Talking is important. I hope you know I’m not easily bothered by stuff.” I didn’t want to embarrass him, but I also wanted him to know I was on board with fooling around with him no matter what.
His neck tasted warm and sweet. I moved my mouth down to his chest so I could tease a nipple lightly with my teeth. Mikey’s legs came up to wrap around my back, and his dick arched up into my sternum. I leaned down and ran my tongue around the head, capturing the salty taste of him. Naked Mikey was a feast for the senses. I loved the way he felt and smelled and tasted. The sounds of pleasure he made hit me square in the groin, and watching his skin tighten into goose bumps ramped me up even more.
While I sucked on his dick, I reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and used it to quickly slick up my fingers.
As soon as I slid the first finger inside him, I knew we weren’t going to make it. He was so hot and tight, and the whimpers coming out of him were so fucking sexy, I had to reach down and clasp my own cock to keep from coming all over his leg.
“Christ,” I said, pulling off just enough to take a deep breath. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Flip around,” he said urgently. “Wanna suck you, too.”
Our height difference didn’t make it the smoothest, but we more than made up for the awkward position with straight-up enthusiasm. I’d never felt so free and open with a sexual partner before—that was a given considering I’d only had quick hookups in the past—and this was wild and thrilling.
I doubled down on my attempts to drive him out of his mind. My finger searched for his spot while my throat worked him over.
“Fuck!” As he came, he replaced his mouth on my dick with a tight, talented fist. The squeeze, coupled with the taste of him in my mouth, brought my climax screaming over me.
So much for our big sex plans. The orgasm wiped me out. I lay there panting like I’d just run for an eighty-yard pass and hauled ass to the end zone for a touchdown in double coverage.
“Sorry,” I said, even though I wasn’t.
He let out a breathless chuckle. “Pretty sure my brain is in a thousand pieces right now. No sorry needed.”
I moved around to face him on the bed and brushed my palm down his face. “We had plans for more.”
Mikey’s face relaxed into a tender smile as he turned to press a kiss in my palm. “I know where you live. I’ll take a rain check.”
My heart did a little spinny number at the idea I’d get more chances to have sex with Mikey V. The very thought of pressing my dick inside of him made me almost get hard again, but I didn’t quite have it in me. I was tired from the long day and ready to curl up around Mikey’s hot little body and lose myself to sleep.
“Thank you for today,” I said as I moved us under the covers of the large bed and arranged him the way I wanted him. His limbs were like jelly, and he stayed exactly where I put him.
Just as I was drifting into sleep, he murmured something against my chest.
“What was that, baby?” I asked in a soft voice.
“I’m really hungry.”
I laughed so loudly, I woke us both up again. We finally got out of bed and made our way into the kitchen for a midnight snack where we spent another hour talking about what a nice time we’d had with Gent and Winter. This “time out of time” in Aster Valley was so different from our lives in Houston.
It was bittersweet, because I could see Mikey thriving away from his family and among kind people who had nothing to do with football and who showed interest in who he was and what he enjoyed doing. Aster Valley was good for Mikey, but it wasn’t until the following day it finally sunk in. Mikey moving to Aster Valley wasn’t just an idle thought, but a distinct possibility.
14
Mikey
I knew it wasn’t going to last. This floaty feeling of hope, the naive expectation we could make things work between us. The stupid, desperate desire to have Tiller Raine as my actual boyfriend.
I was on my knees in the snow, getting ready to pull Tiller’s hard cock out of his jeans and warm it up with my mouth when his phone rang.
“Ignore it,” he hissed. His fingers tightened in my hair. We’d been halfway through a nice early morning stroll in the snowy woods behind the house when the shrill sound pierced the silence and made me almost tumble onto my ass.
I tried ignoring it, but as my tongue curled around the head of his dick, it went off again. He fumbled it out of his pocket, cursing. It continued to ring. I finally huffed out a cloudy breath and stood, brushing my knees off and reaching out to close his pants.
“Not so fast,” he cautioned. “It’s Markus. I’ll get rid of him.”
I tried not to roll my eyes. Leave it to his agent to cockblock me.
“Markus, now’s not a good time.” His voice was rough and sexy. I closed my eyes and spun away from him to get my libido in check. The resentful part of me was feeling bitter about the reminder of our real lives back home. It was bound to happen at some point, but up till now, I’d made myself scarce when he received a call from work. I didn’t want to hear about the Riggers. I didn’t want to know about the film they’d sent him to study.
Maybe it was selfish, but for once in my fucking life, I wanted someone all to myself without sharing him with fucking football.
“It’s going well, actually. The physical therapist was here and—”
He stopped talking, presumably when Markus interrupted him.
“Yes, but—”
After another minute, I heard Tiller sigh. “Mm-hm. Okay…”