Tiller’s eyes dilated, and his breathing sped up. “Liar,” he breathed. “Tell me more.”
“You were so fucking sexy on the screen in your uniform. It was a game against Arizona or someplace hot, and you were pouring sweat. Your skin was tan and slick, and your eyes were fierce through your face mask.” I ran a thumb over his eyebrows. “You were glaring at the cornerback covering you, and I kept noticing your eyebrows furrow in frustration.”
“Ty Kenner. Dirty fucker,” he muttered. “Hasn’t met a personal foul he didn’t like.”
“Anyway,” I said with a chuckle, “you were tackled after a good reception and run. When you stood back up, your uniform shirt was caught up under your pads, and I could see your abs. I’m surprised we didn’t hear a collective sigh from the stands. Surely it was caught on the Jumbotron.”
Tiller’s cocky grin was sexy as hell. He moved his hand down from his chest and pulled up his shirt. “These abs?”
I ignored him and his billion-dollar muscles as best I could. “And that’s when I remembered I was sitting right next to you on the sofa. I looked over at you in person and then at your image on the screen. I imagined those lickable abs only two feet away from me. And I started getting hard.”
His breathing shallowed. “Fuck.”
I shifted so my dick barely brushed his. The sound of Tiller’s sucked-in breath was my reward. “Then I started to fantasize about what it would be like to wait for you in the tunnel like a groupie. Have you come running off the field in your sweaty uniform and shove me against the cool tunnel wall.”
“Oh fuck. Keep going.” Tiller pressed our groins together again, making my head spin.
I felt my face heat, thinking about where the fantasy had ultimately gone. “It got kind of dirty after that.”
“You’re not stopping. Tell me the rest.”
“You fucked me face-first into the cement bricks and then told me if I wasn’t completely silent you’d let your teammates take a turn with me, too.”
I felt his dick jerk against me as he moaned. Clearly, he thought it was as hot as I had. “I’d never fucking share you like that,” he growled.
“No,” I agreed, feeling breathless. “But god… I looked around the room at all these big strong football players watching the game with us. And I imagined you taking me in front of them and what they’d think. It just… it was a fantasy, you know? And I got so hard sitting there, it literally hurt.”
Now Tiller’s own face was flushed, and he’d moved a hand down between us to rub against my dick. “How did I not see you hard and aching right next to me? Hm?”
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his hand taking control of my cock. “I grabbed your sweatshirt and held it on my lap,” I admitted. “And then I caught a whiff of your smell on it, and I fucking soaked my boxers with pre—”
He crushed his mouth to mine and kissed me hard. His hand stroked up and down on my dick, and I lifted one leg up around his thigh to give him more room to stroke me.
Things between us were white-hot. I’d fantasized about him plenty, but I’d never in a million years guessed the reality would be even hotter.
“Bed,” he said against my lips. “Bed now.”
I pulled back from him and double-checked I didn’t have any stove or oven burners on yet. Then I grabbed his good hand and yanked him down the back hallway to my bedroom where I made excellent time yanking off my clothes and starting on his.
“Do—” Tiller began, licking his lips. “Do you want me to fuck you? We haven’t done that yet, so…”
I jerked to a stop, his shirt hanging from my hand and his pajama bottoms puddled on the floor at his feet. “Um… is that what you want?” I’d never done it before, but I wasn’t opposed to having Tiller Raine be my first. Still, the idea intimidated me a little. I wasn’t sure I was ready.
He swallowed. “I… I mean, yeah. Ultimately. I’d love to feel you like that. But I…”
We stared at each other for a beat before both speaking at once.
“I’ve never done it before.”
We stared at each other again while the words sank in. “What?” I asked in a supersonic octave known only to bats and very adept canines.
“But you lived with Nelson for two years,” Tiller argued. “You’re telling me he never—”
“No! No, he never,” I said, flapping my hands around to emphasize… something. I was shocked by his admission. “Wait, wait. Wait. You, Tiller Raine, big beautiful NFL superstar, have never had penetrative sex?”
He set his jaw and folded his arms in front of his bare chest. “My dick penetrated your mouth as recently as this morning,” he said stubbornly.