Falling: A Fake Dating College Hockey Romance (North University Book 1)
Falling: Chapter 35

As he carries me into the bedroom, I kiss at his neck, inhaling his cologne, and I’ve never felt more obsessive. That’s the only way I can describe it. Being with him just makes me want more and more until it’s all I become.

I’m completely and utterly obsessed with Miles Davis.

He drops me down onto the edge of the bed, my dress pooling beside me. I reach down and slip off my sandals as he unbuckles his belt before I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, waiting for whatever is going to happen.

This is a good idea, right? We could do this, get it out of our systems, and if this plan works, I’ll never have to see him again. No matter how badly I want to.

“Are we doing this?” Miles asks, kneeling in front of me. I push up on my elbows and nod frantically, panting. “Wren. It’s fucking great that you’re enthusiastic, but I need you to tell me with your words.”

“Yes. Yes. We’re doing this, Miles,” I say. He pulls the material of my dress upward, exposing me to him, but he hesitates at the foot of the bed. “You sure you don’t need step-by-step instructions to replace my clit because you seem to be struggling there, pretty boy.”

He laughs, the sound deep and throaty as he presses a kiss to my thighs. “I’m sure I found it easily last time with how you came all over my fingers.”

One of his hands wraps behind the back of my thigh, tugging it around his chest while the other splays across my breast. He kisses up my thigh until he gets to where I want him the most, but he doesn’t go all the way. Instead, he makes his journey back down.

“Miles. If you’re not going to put your mouth where I want it, I’m going to deal with it myself,” I say after he brings his mouth to the edge of my panties for the third time without doing anything. I look down at him, but I can only see his hair, his face buried deep into my thighs.

“You’re very impatient, baby,” he mumbles against my skin. “I’ve been waiting for this since I met you, so I’m going to savor it.”

He still doesn’t move anywhere near my panties. I groan, standing up, and he falls back onto his heels, looking up at me. “You’re taking too long.”

I reach behind me, struggling slightly as I reach for my zip and drop my dress down to my ankles. His mouth falls open when he notices I’m not wearing a bra as I stand there in nothing but my pink panties. The cool chill of the wind hits me, and my nipples go hard. I roll my eyes, bend down, and start to unbutton his shirt.

“I can do it myself,” he mumbles when he gets his voice back, blinking up at me.

“Can you?”

He shrugs off his shirt and takes off his jeans. I take my time to memorize the curves of his tanned chest with my fingers, feeling him tense beneath me. I’m about to make a snarky comment, but he brings his hands around my waist. The skin-to-skin contact makes all my nerves and senses sing, and I step backward slightly until the back of my knees hit the bed.

“You’re so beautiful, Wren,” he whispers, and he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my chest, just above my breast. “So, fucking, beautiful. I want to worship you.”

“Then do it if you’re not all mouth.”

My voice turns into a yelp when he pushes me onto the bed. He climbs over me, looking at me with a sexy, evil smile. He kisses me once before slowly making his way down my body. His lips catch onto my nipple, eliciting a moan from my throat. He laughs against my stomach, and I dig my heel into his back as payback. His glorious journey down my body stops at the waistline of my panties.

He looks up at me as he hooks his fingers into the sides and pulls them down. I wiggle slightly as he pulls them over my ankles. I close my eyes, but he doesn’t move. For a second, I think he’s moved off the bed, but I open my eyes, and he’s just staring at my bare body in front of him.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “When I touch you, Wren, you keep your eyes open. I don’t want you thinking about anything else other than us right here. I need all your attention when I take care of you in the way that you need. Got it?”

I’m not going to get used to the fact that everything Miles does is just so he can take care of me. It isn’t to ruin me or break me even more. It’s like he wants stitch me back together with his bare hands and then look at his handiwork afterward. He just wants to look after me and I’m still trying to get used to the fact that there’s a person in this world that actually wants to do that. For me.

“Do you understand what I’m saying, baby?” he asks, and I realize I’ve just been staring at him with his face between my legs.

“Yes,” I whisper. He brushes his thumb against my clit, and I cry out. “Please.”

He strokes me again, murmuring, “So polite, aren’t you?”

Before I can reply, two fingers slip inside of me in one quick motion. I clench around him, the size of his fingers filling me up. I roll my hips as he pumps in and out of me faster. It’s not the fireworks that make me see sparks fly, it’s him. It’s all him.

“Miles,” I cry when his tongue covers my clit. His mouth and his fingers move inside me in a practiced motion as I squirm beneath him. The sounds that I can hear myself making mixed in with the slick sound of his fingers inside of me are obscene. His free hand braces on my thigh, keeping my legs clamped around his face as he devours me.

“Wait,” I say, panting, and his fingers immediately pause as I pulse around him. “Go slower, please. I’m going to come if you keep doing that. I want this to last longer.”

He listens to me, and he’s a quick learner. Before I know it, my whole body is shaking with need as his mouth and fingers taunt me in the way I like. “Like this?” he asks, laying his tongue flat against my swollen clit slowly, and I moan. “That’s it, baby.”

I grip onto the sheets, turning my head to muffle my cries into the pillow. I can’t remember the last time I had a real orgasm before Miles gave me one. He’s so fucking good at this that it pisses me off.

“Such a good girl,” Miles murmurs into my skin, “So wet for me. You’re making it so easy to fill you with my fingers.”

My heartrate skyrockets. “Miles, I⁠—”

“Come on my tongue, baby,” he murmurs, and I explode. My entire body trembles, and he continues licking me, tasting me as my eyes roll back in my head. I’m still trying to catch my breath as he kneels over me. “You’re a sight, Wren. Just fucking perfect.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I say, looking down at his length straining against his boxers. “Do you want to do something about that or just keep looking at me?”

“Such a smart mouth.” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip, shaking his head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d be starting to think that you just want me to shut you up with my cock down your throat.”

I swallow at the image he’s just painted because, god, he has a mouth on him. He might give off this golden retriever energy to everybody else, but I know that this is how he speaks to me in private, and I fucking love it.

“Is that what you want, baby?” he murmurs, still running his thumb against my lips.

I shake my head. “No, Miles, I want you inside me.”

“You want— You⁠—”

“Yes.” I groan. “Stop pretending to be shy and fuck me. Fuck me however you want. I don’t care. I need⁠—”

“Someone to make you feel good and fuck that bratty little attitude right out of you?”

“Yes.”

He smiles to himself at the way he’s managed to turn me inside out. He takes off his boxers, rolls on a condom, and teases his cock at my entrance. He’s big and hard and so fucking ready for me, but he keeps teasing me like he wants to draw this out.

“Do you need me to guide you, pretty boy? Or do you know what you’re doing?” I bite out, shaking my head as he continues to torture me.

He stares at the place our body is connected, slipping himself in and out of me so fucking slowly, filling me up just to pull back out. “So fucking needy,” he mutters. I’m all for foreplay and edging, but this is where I draw the line. I feel like I’ve been waiting for years for this moment, but he’s right in front of me and he’s not giving me everything.

I shift up the bed and grab his shoulders so he’s beneath me. “What are you doing?” he asks when I rub myself over his length, and he hisses. I coat his dick with my wetness as he shifts beneath me, his hips bucking upward.

I roll my hips again, and he hisses. “I’m doing what you’re clearly incapable of.”

“I was trying to savor it.”

“Savor it, my ass. When I tell you to fuck me, I’m expecting you to do just that,” I say, kissing him. I use one hand to guide him into me, sinking onto him, taking every inch slowly until my ass drops onto his thighs. “If not, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

His hands circle my waist, and I lean forward, grinding on him. “I think I like it when you take matters into your own hands,” he whispers, looking down to where we’re connected. His fingers dig into my skin, moving me up and down as his hips buck and I meet his every thrust. “I want you to use me. Fuck me until you get what you need, baby.”

If I knew he would be so generous in the bedroom, I would have taken the initiative a long time ago. I do exactly as he says, riding him hard as his hands and mouth brand me everywhere. I want nothing more than to be in this moment with him, tethered to him, close to him, and I could even excuse the hickeys if he gives me more.

We move in sync as he guides my hips around him, moving in circles and forward and backward. I don’t think I could think of coherent words if I tried, so I let myself get lost in him, the sound of our moans filling the room.

He thrusts into me deeper, his pace quickening as he leans forward to fit my breast into his mouth. I moan his name louder than I expected and press my clit to his skin, chasing the release. I greedily grab onto his hair, shoving his face deeper in between my tits as his hips thrust forward into me while he whispers into my skin.

“You feel so good.”

“Shut up,” I whisper back, breathless and exhausted. “If you keep talking, I’m going to come again.”

He chuckles, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “It’s almost like that’s the whole point.”

He keeps talking to me even when I tell him to stop, and I’ve never been with someone who is so vocal during sex. He’s not just quiet and makes me do what he wants. He tells me what makes him feel good, he compliments me, and his moans are the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.

The high ripples through us at the same time as I clench around him, his name slipping out of my mouth. His thrusts become sloppier as his orgasm soars through him, and he groans. Sparks burst behind my eyes as I collapse on his chest.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to skate anymore if my legs don’t work,” I pant, propping myself up on my forearms on his chest. He laughs and kisses me on the forehead, our breathing still heavy as he wipes my hair out of my face.

After we settle down, I slip out of the bed to pee. To think. When I look in the mirror, I see a puffy-faced Wren blinking back at me. I almost want to laugh at how insane this feels. I should be more concerned. After resisting him for so long, I finally succumbed.

This could be the start of something dangerous. Something all-consuming. Something that we’ll both get attached to. A habit I won’t be able to kick. The distraction that I can’t afford.

I collapse beside him again onto my back for what feels like the hundredth time. Only this time, I can actually feel myself falling asleep. It’s well into the morning now, and small slithers of sunlight are starting to peek through the windows.

I look over at Miles for a second, watching his heavy breathing subside.

The weight of the day comes crashing down onto me. I knew that if we did it once, we wouldn’t want to stop. And we’ve done it plenty of times in several different places tonight alone.

I roll over onto my side, my back facing him.

“Miles?” I ask. He responds by wrapping his hand around my stomach, pulling me into him, his head nestled in my shoulder. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

I swallow. “I think I’m falling for you.”

“I know,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’ve been falling for you for a long time, princess.”

“So, now what?”

“If you fall, I’ll catch you. That’s the way this works.”

Tears sting my eyes, and I try my hardest to hold it together. “You promise?”

He hums against my skin. “I promise.”

I know his words should help. That they should erase all the fear I have about trusting someone again, but they don’t. I’m hopeless when it comes to Miles, and falling for him might be the stupidest thing I can do right now. Well, it would feel stupid if it didn’t feel so damn good.