Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend 4)

I’m tempted to mock him about using big-boy words, but I don’t want to push this. “Try one finger. Slowly.”

Even though I can’t see from this angle, I know the moment he penetrates himself, because his eyes squeeze shut, and it looks like he’s holding his breath.

“It feels weird at first,” I say. “That’s normal. You need to relax and push out as your finger goes in deeper.”

Talon’s eyes fly open and pin me to my spot. “Have you done this before?”

“Only with myself. Just like you’re doing right now.”

“I want to see that.”

“Another time. Push your finger deeper—as far as you can get it.”

I wasn’t kidding when I said he’d make an awesome submissive if we were into that. Talon seems so in control all the time—even when he’s goofing off. I think his outgoing and bright, playful nature is who he is to everyone else, his public persona, but anyone who knows him on a deeper level would realize how he can be particular. Especially on the field. The entire team knows what Talon can be like when we lose a game or mess up a play.

He smiles for the cameras and waves off a loss like the rest of us do in front of the media, and even when he’s lecturing the guys on a shitty job done, he still has a light tone about him. But underneath it all, he has a penchant for things to be a certain way—his way.

Talon giving me full control and losing himself, letting me call the shots and him doing it without talking back makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

“If I was there, it’d be my fingers inside you right now.”

Talon moans so loud I have to cover the speaker part of my phone. I turn the volume down so he can make as much noise as he wants, because fuck asking him to keep that amazing sound quiet.

“What else would you do?” Talon croaks.

“I want my mouth wrapped around your cock. Lick your free hand for me.”

Talon does it and reaches for his dick.

“Nuh-uh. Not yet.”

He slumps. “Fuck you.”

“Can’t wait for that, but fine, take your cock in your hand, but don’t move it yet.”

Talon’s chest rises and falls in quick breaths as if he’s struggling to follow my instructions.

“I want you to stroke yourself in time with fingering your ass, but you need to get to two fingers for me. Think you can do that?”

Talon nods like a good boy and does as I say, but when he catches my eye on the screen and he can see me tugging on my dick like a teenager who knows his parents are gonna be home any second and he needs to come right now, Talon scowls.

“If I have to wait, you have to wait.”

Okay, so he’s not quite ready to give up all control.

I’m a fair guy, so I stop, but it doesn’t last long, because Talon begins to jerk himself, and it’s like I can feel everything he’s doing to himself.

I watch as his hands move in sync, and I’m mesmerized by him. We’ve done this five times already, but I still have that feeling like I shouldn’t be watching him. Like when we’ve been together in the past. The faces of the women we’ve been with are probably blurry because I’ve always focused on Talon even though I knew I shouldn’t be. It made me feel dirty doing it.

Now he’s giving me full permission to take advantage, but I have to fight the reflexive urge to look away.

“Are you gonna come for me?” I ask. “I want to see you covered in cum.”

“Fuck, why do I like the sound of that so much?”

“If you were here, I’d lick every drop off your skin.”

Apparently that’s all it takes to send him over the edge, and I continue to watch as he writhes through his orgasm. I’m close behind, and when we’re both sticky messes, Talon pierces me with his blue eyes.

“February needs to hurry the fuck up.”

* * *

Weeks feel like months, and if it weren’t for my leg still giving me issues, I’d be on the first plane to Chicago, because this distance thing is killing me.

At least, that’s what I tell myself. A huge part of me thinks things are gonna get weird in person. Our video calls and texts are the highlights of my day, and they make me so happy that I stop caring about my leg taking longer to heal than they first thought it would. I don’t worry about not getting back in shape, because somehow, Talon wanting me has made me believe anything is possible and I just have to be patient.

My leg will get better.

My PT sent me for more scans and tests with my surgeon to be sure, but I think she did it more to shut me up. For a while there, I was convinced something else was wrong, but now, I have a positivity that everything’s going to be okay, and I think that’s because of Talon.