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CHAPTER 11

MILLER

I hadn’t meant to kiss him. But as usual with Lathan, my body gave in to the pull between us before my thoughts could catch up. I acted like I was in control, but that was a lie. It had only taken one touch of his fingers to send my life in a completely different direction. Now, with one touch of his lips, I was irrevocably changed.

It was the way he melted beneath me, like my touch soothed something in him. It was how I couldn’t devour the sounds of his little whimpers fast enough. It was pure ecstasy, and it slammed into me like a battering ram. I would never get enough of him.

The brakes in my head yelled at me to slow down and rethink this, but I was already too far gone for this man. I wanted and needed him in a way I hadn’t felt for anything besides hockey. Undoubtedly, no one would ever compare to Lathan Silver, and that was a problem.

He wasn’t mine, and I would never be his. This could only end in heartbreak for me.

With Herculean strength I didn’t possess, I broke the kiss and vowed never to do that again. It was too intimate, too vulnerable for a man like Lathan. I couldn’t give him my heart when he barely knew his own. I might be too weak to stay away from him, but I could protect myself in this way.

“Question, Silver Spoon, do you want to get your mind blown in your kitchen or bedroom? I’m about two seconds away from stripping you naked and having my way with you, so decide now.”

He swallowed, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed. An image of what it would look like with my dick down his throat flashed across my mind, and I groaned.

“Um,” he murmured.

“Time’s up.” I lifted his sweater over his head, tossed it away, and spun him around. “Hands flat on the counter.” When he didn’t move to obey, I pressed his back forward and cherished his responding gasp. His back muscles were too sexy to ignore, so I trailed kisses down them and convinced myself this was okay. As long as it wasn’t his mouth, I could handle it.

Goosebumps broke out everywhere my lips touched, and I smiled into his hot flesh as I unbuttoned his slacks. I palmed his erection and ate up every little moan he released. I was convinced I could live off his sounds alone. Who needed food when Lathan Silver was around? Not me. I’d gladly gorge myself on the buffet of his body any day.

“Considering who your stepmom was, I’m going to assume you’re familiar with the stoplight method?”

Lathan nodded. I squeezed his dick when he didn’t elaborate.

“Use your words, Lath. I need to hear them.”

“Yes. I know it.”

“Good. Consent is important. So if something?—”

“I know how consent works, Bambi,” he barked. “You promised to blow my mind, but all you’re doing is yapping. If I wanted to listen to you talk… On second thought, I don’t want to listen to you talk, so if that’s all you’re going to do?—”

I gripped his shoulders and shoved his chest into the counter. He landed with a hard smack, effectively cutting off his words. I worried for half a second I’d been too rough, but the shudder from his body told me everything. He liked it.

“You forgot who was in charge, Silver Spoon. It’s cute you think it’s you.”

“Fuck you, Bambi,” he grunted and shifted his hips. My dick rubbed between the creases of his ass, and I bit back a moan. Too close. Too soon. I squeezed his throat, and he froze. Good. It seemed the grumpy dick could be tamed.

“Should I remind you, Silver? Hmm?”

Lowering my other hand back to his dick, I squeezed once before shoving his boxers and pants down to his feet. He whimpered as I wrapped my fingers around his thick length and gave him one stroke.

“You’re already leaking for me, Lath. You want this, so stop fighting me. I got you.” Lathan melted into the counter and submitted the last bit of his control to me. “Good boy. Now, give me your color if you want more.”

“Green,” he sighed. It was light and airy; if I hadn’t heard it myself, I would never believe it came from him.

I stroked him again as a reward but also because I didn’t trust my voice and what it might reveal.

Being the more dominant one with sex wasn’t new. Men saw my size and assumed, especially if they also watched me play hockey. I usually hated it. It became a role I played, but I didn’t enjoy it.

With Lathan, it felt as natural as breathing. I loved watching him submit to me—to relinquish the control he white-knuckled onto. It was more than sex; it was a gift of trust. Maybe that was why it filled me differently. To know how difficult it was for him to give over the reins, but craving it at the same time. Lathan needed it, and that made me want to give it to him. It was heady being the one to break through his defenses. It filled my heart with too much hope that this could mean more than a physical release.

But I couldn’t depend on hope, and I couldn’t let emotions get in the way, no matter how addicting they were.

Keep your head in the game. Focus on the goal in front of you.

Standing, I released his throat and admired the specimen spread out before me. I smoothed my hands over the globes of his ass and squeezed. The urge to pound him against this counter was overwhelming, but he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

“The things I want to do to you,” I moaned.

“Then do it. So far, you’ve been all talk,” he grumbled.

I playfully smacked his cheek, and he gasped. I’d never been into spanking before, but watching the pink spread across his cheek was hot in a whole new way.

“I know you’re used to getting whatever you want, when you want it, Silver Spoon, but that’s not how this works. If you want to test who is more patient, then go right ahead and keep running that mouth of yours.” I paused and blew across his skin. “But we both know I’d win that battle.” I bit into his butt cheek and reveled in the hiss he struggled to contain.

Smiling, I soothed the sting with a kiss. How did his butt smell and taste this good? It had to be his fancy lotion or body wash. I made a quick plan to sneak into his shower to see what he used. It was intoxicating. I sucked on the plump skin until it turned purple. I had a feeling he wouldn’t like me marking him where anyone could see it, but at least this way, he wouldn’t be able to forget me so easily. I’d leave hickeys all over him for my eyes only.

Dropping to my knees, I spread his cheeks wide and stared at his hole. It was pink, and the desire to see it gaping after I ravaged it was intense. But not right now. I had to be careful not to scare him off by going too fast. This was where my patience would reward me.

For now, I’d settle for getting my lips on him.

Sitting on the ground, I squeezed between his legs and placed my back against the cabinet so I was facing him. He was startled at my position but I didn’t give him the chance to question it.

Wrapping my lips around his tip, I sucked his foreskin and savored every drop of precum. “You taste good, Lath.” He moaned, and I wished I could record it so I would never forget what it sounded like. My hands returned to his butt, and I spread him wide. I used the leverage to pull him forward. His dick slid over my tongue, and I moaned around him. Every little twitch and sound he gifted me spurred me on, and soon I was taking him all the way down.

His thigh muscles trembled, and his balls were drawn up tight. He was so close to coming, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over. With one final slurp, I popped off his dick and slid between his legs.

“What?” he croaked.

“Ssh. I got you, Lath.” I quickly undressed and stood him up so our naked bodies were flush against one another. He sighed into my touch and dropped his head back onto my shoulder. My cock nestled itself between his cheeks, and I had to count backward to stop myself from coming. Just witnessing myself between him was hotter than anything I’d ever seen.

I gripped his dick hard and stroked him from root to tip. He was nice and wet from my mouth and his precum, making it so I didn’t need any lube.

“That feel good, Silver?”

“Uh-huh,” he murmured. His eyes were closed as he rocked his hips into my fist. It gave me the perfect opportunity to watch him without him knowing it. I drank in his sharp cheekbones and his plump lips. I counted the light freckles and savored how his eyelashes fluttered. I memorized every little tell, sound, and response he made, determined to be an expert in what made Lathan Silver come undone.

Gripping his pec with my free hand, I tweaked his nipple and rolled the bud under my thumb. Lathan’s hips stuttered, and I watched as he came. He moaned loudly as he found his release. Thick ropes of cum spurted out and covered my hand, the counter, and his abs. Watching him come was erotic, and my own orgasm teetered on the edge.

Using my cum covered hand, I stroked my dick and lubed it up with his release before spreading his cheeks and thrusting myself between them.

“You look so hot like this,” I groaned. One, two, three passes was all it took for me to come. It was all too much for me to last any longer. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. I wouldn’t let him get away this time. Thankfully, he didn’t fight me. Not that I believed he could. He was practically boneless in my arms.

“I’m going to release you, but you’re not to run away this time. Understood?”

He nodded, and I bent to help him step out of his pants and shoes. Before he could question it, I took his hand and led him down the hallway. I stopped in front of my door.

“We’re going to shower. Whose do you want to use?”

I wanted to use his just so I could see what his room looked like and get a peek at his hygiene products. But given how private he was, I wanted to be invited into those spaces.

“We can use mine. It’s bigger.”

I nodded and continued to his room. Pushing it open, I held my breath as I took in his space. My eyes couldn’t take everything in fast enough. It was the exact opposite of what I expected. The rest of the apartment was done in white, gray, and black. There was barely even a hint of another color.

So, stepping inside a kaleidoscope of blue, green, and gold was overwhelming. The walls were a pale green, and the bedding was a rich blue. A green, blue, and gold rug lay in front of the bed. The art and curtains followed suit, tying the room together. It was beautiful, and I wished I could spend more time there.

“Wow.”

“It’s just a room,” Lathan said. He took over, leading us to the bathroom and tugging my hand when I didn’t immediately follow. His bathroom was just as incredible. It had a massive walk-in shower with several shower heads along one wall and a soaker tub on the other. The dual sink covered the other wall and had a wall of cabinets and shelves.

“Is that a coffee machine?” I gasped.

Lathan ignored me and walked into the shower. He hit a few buttons, and the jets and heads turned on like he had a specific program.

“Quit gawking, or I’ll kick you to your own shower,” he complained.

Smiling, I stepped inside so he couldn’t fulfill his threat. It was awkward at first as we stood under the showerheads. He wouldn’t look at me, and I hated it.

“Let me,” I said, stepping forward to take the loofah from his hands. Lathan hesitated but relinquished it to me in the end.

I took my time and washed every inch of him thoroughly, partly because I wanted to see how much I could get away with and also because every second I got to touch him was nirvana.

“I’m clean,” he griped when I went to swipe across his stomach one more time.

“For now,” I teased.

Lathan rolled his eyes and stepped out of my reach. Pouting, I cleaned myself and rinsed off. He turned off the shower, and I knew I’d need a tutorial on how to work it before I could try it on my own.

“Towels?” I asked. He nodded toward the cabinet. I grabbed two, but I dried every inch of him myself instead of giving him one.

“I can do that.”

“I know. But I like it.” I stared up at him from below. “You like it, too.”

He grumbled something under his breath about kicking me out, but I knew he was bluffing. I wrapped the towel around his waist when he was dry and then dried myself.

“Can I dress myself, or will you do that too?”

“Nah, knock yourself out. I need to tame the curls. But don’t forget the new rule… clothing is optional.” I winked and dropped the towel into the basket on my way out the door. When I got to the threshold, I glanced over my shoulder and caught him staring at my butt.

“If you want to touch it, you just have to ask, Silver Spoon.”

“You wish, Bambi.” He rolled his eyes and glared at me in challenge. I scanned his body elevator style and licked my lips.

“Yeah, I do.” His jaw dropped, and the smile that crossed my lips didn’t leave me for the rest of the night.