Falling: A Fake Dating College Hockey Romance (North University Book 1)
Falling: Chapter 44

WREN

Settling back into a routine post-season is usually one of the hardest things for me to do. Since the season has ended, we’re now working on performance reviews and preparing for the off-season. I always feel a little lost when I don’t have something to be skating for or looking forward to, but I think I’ve finally realized that I need time for myself.

After the awards night ended, we all went to Nero’s Pizzeria and stuffed ourselves with as much pizza as humanly possible. My cheeks have been hurting from smiling too hard and laughing with my friend, and they hurt even more when I try not to smile. Especially since Miles’s eyes have been on me all night.

I’ve never felt more loved and appreciated than I do when I’m with him. I don’t feel scared of it all crumbling down and ruining me; I feel like I’m being lifted up.

Like right now, as I unpack some more of my things into the drawer he cleared out for me in his room. A drawer. I didn’t want to be one of those clingy girlfriends who demands a space for her shit when we first start dating, but Miles just told me to pack a bag a few weeks ago and leave some stuff at his place. It didn’t feel like this huge, monumental thing. It just was. And I’m grateful for that.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Miles asks. He’s sitting on his bed while I walk from his room to his en suite to unpack more of my things.

“Sure.”

“Are you annoyed that your mom didn’t speak to you today? I saw the way your eyes dropped a little when Carhart took the stage instead of Hacks,” he says. I take in a steadying breath.

Honestly, not having to watch my mom pretend to be the perfect Melanie Hackerly like she has been pretending to be for months was like a breath of fresh air. I haven’t heard a single thing from her in weeks, and I don’t plan on speaking to her anytime soon. I need time away from her. I need time to really think about what I’m doing this for without her unnecessary opinions and expectations. Austin has texted me a few times, apologizing profusely, but I can’t even think about her without picturing the way she stood by and let my mom speak to me like that.

“Nope,” I say to Miles as I pass him again.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. She’ll get over herself eventually, and I might finally be able to look at her without wanting to murder her,” I say cheerfully. He groans, and I turn back around to him. “I promise you, it’s fine. I think we both just need some time away from each other. We’re not going to have a perfect relationship, and maybe there’s no real solution to whatever is going on. Trying to patch things up might take a while.”

He nods. “That’s understandable. But if you do want to reach out to her, you should.”

“I don’t.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding at me. Confrontation clearly gets nowhere with that woman, and I don’t want to put myself in that position just to get manipulated again. I like to believe I’m smarter than that and that I can learn from my mistakes. Miles must know I’m still thinking about it after I’ve put away all my things because he’s still watching me. “Come here.”

The corner of my mouth tips up, and I step between his legs, resting my hands on his shoulders as he looks up at me. He runs his hands over the back of my thighs reassuringly. “I’m going to be fine, you know,” I whisper, laughing quietly.

“I know,” he murmurs, “I just don’t want you to think that you’re alone. I know what it’s like to not talk to your mom, but over the past few weeks, things have gotten better, and I’m glad she’s back in my life again. I just don’t want you to make any mistakes that you’ll regret.”

His words pinch at my heart. “Thanks for the concern, Milesy, but I promise you I’ll figure this out on my own. Time is the best thing for the both of us right now.”

“Okay,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my stomach. Since we started staying at each other’s houses, I usually go to sleep in one of his jerseys, and I bet there’s some weird alpha-male thing that makes Miles go wild. His hand skims across my stomach before reaching up and cupping one of my tits, pinching my nipple. “Fuck. I’m never going to get used to this.”

“Yeah?” I tilt my head to the side, and he grins, looking back up at me, still toying with me.

“You’re fucking perfect, Wren,” he whispers, looking at me with complete disbelief. I have the urge to tell him he’s joking or that he’s just saying it to make me feel good, but I don’t. I push him back on the bed and grip both of his hands as I straddle him.

I lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth before retreating.

“The jersey stays on, and you can’t touch me,” I say. His eyes flash with desire, and I smirk. “You’re going to be a good boy and watch me play with myself. Understood?”

He swallows. “Understood.”

In all honesty, I have no clue what I’m doing, but I’m in the mood to have some fun, and from the way I can feel Miles’s dick pressing into me, he clearly is too. He tilts his head to the side to catch my lips, but I avoid him, and he pants, his hands writhing against the grip I have on them between our bodies.

I slide off him, moving to look through one of my bags that I dropped off here. I search through my pile of clothes, and I hear Miles shuffle on the bed. “What are you doing?”

“You remember that present I got for Christmas?” I glance over my shoulder, and he’s leaning back on his hands, studying me as I move to the other bag and replace what I’m looking for. He swallows, nodding. “Well, I haven’t had much time to use it since you’ve been doing all the heavy lifting. But I just don’t think it’s fair that my toys should miss out just because I’ve got you now.”

I turn around with the pink vibrator in my hand, and Miles’s eyes go comically wide as he glances down to it and then to me. “You brought that here with you?”

“Of course I did,” I say, laughing as I kneel back down on the bed beside him. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit here and watch me fuck myself with all seven inches of this toy, and you’re not allowed to touch me.”

He keeps his eyes on me as I make myself comfortable on his bed, sliding down my panties as he kneels over me, haphazardly throwing away his sweats. I press the button on the vibrator, and it whirrs to life.

He swallows and I try not to laugh at the pure shock on his face. This is going to be a fun night.

MILES

I must be a masochist, because there is no way I’m about to watch Wren masturbate knowing I can’t touch her.

I stare at her pussy, and it’s so fucking wet, so ready, and I can’t even be the one to touch her.

I close my eyes and groan. “Are you trying to kill me?”

She tries and fails to hold in a laugh. “You said you have more self-control than me, right?” I nod. “Well, this is a test of that. Whoever asks to touch the other person first loses. And if you come before I say you can, you lose.”

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. “So there’s really no way for me to win. Perfect.”

“There is,” she says, lifting the oversized jersey to her stomach so I get a much better view of her pussy. I suppress another groan when she brings to toy to her mouth, wrapping those perfect lips around it before pushing the head against her clit. Fuck me. “All you have to do is listen, Miles. Do you think you can do that?”

I nod, but my gaze is still fixed on her pussy. I’m fucking mesmerized. Entranced. She could tell me to jump off a fucking cliff right now and I’d do it.

“Take off your boxers and touch yourself,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. I do as she says, shuffling closer to her with my cock in my hand. It’s hard and so fucking ready for whatever it is we’re about to do. “I knew you’d be a good boy if I told you what to do.”

I don’t know what it is about the way she’s completely taken control of the situation that messes me up inside, but it’s enchanting. I’m almost spellbound as I watch her, listen to her, and do everything she tells me to.

She moves the vibrator through her slit slowly, watching as I pump myself at the same speed. I watch as she slowly eases the toy into her tight pussy, keeping her eyes locked with mine. She slides it in inch by torturous inch, and I have to slow down the pumps of my shaft. Her chest starts heaving, her thighs shaking as the vibrator moves inside her. My gaze is fixed on her face, watching the way her expression transforms into pure bliss. If I’m not careful, I’m going to blow before the show has even started.

“So perfect,” I murmur, stroking myself slowly as she whimpers. “So fucking perfect for me.”

She keeps one hand on the base of the toy and the other trails under the jersey, lifting it up enough until she covers one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. I want to touch her just as badly as I want to watch. It’s maddening. Her back arches, and she starts moving the toy in and out of her, the slick sounds making my eyes roll back.

“Miles,” she moans. My head spins and I can’t help but think how good it would feel if I was inside her instead. How I would touch her, tease her, make her feel good. I pump myself faster, applying more pressure as she picks up the speed with the vibrator. “I need⁠—”

“What do you need, princess?” I ask, my voice gruff. She only moans in response, her fingers still playing with her nipple. “Do you want me to touch you?”

Wren shakes her head violently. “No. No. Just keep doing that. Keep looking at me.” She reaches down to play with her clit instead. Jesus. The way she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it is a whole other turn on. I let out a tortured groan, shutting my eyes and dropping my head back as my pace increases. “Eyes on me, Miles.”

“So fucking hot,” I murmur, my eyes raking over her entire body. “Look at you, wearing my jersey, fucking yourself and letting me watch.”

“God, Miles,” she cries out, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Are you pretending it’s me fucking you instead of that toy, princess?”

“Yes.”

The sound of the vibrator kicks up like she turned up the speed by accident and it’s clear she’s losing control. I know her. I know how badly she hates losing even though she suggested this little game. I’m close, too, and I’ll probably come before she says I can. I’m trying my hardest to keep it together, but she keeps letting out this little moans and gasps like her self-control might snap any second.

“Oh, fuck,” she mutters, her voice shaking. We’ve gotten closer now, my knees on both side of her legs. All I would have to do is kneel a little, move that vibrator slightly out of the way and fill her with my cock. But I don’t. She surprises me by saying, “You can come now.” She’s panting, chest heaving as she plunges the toy in and out of her needy pussy. “Please.”

I swallow. “You sure you don’t want me to hold on a bit longer?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

I smirk. “It seems like you’re losing, Wren.”

“I don’t care.”

I look at our position again, and my eyes soften as I meet her desperate gaze. “You know that if I come right now it’s going to go on you, right?”

She snorts. “It’s almost like that’s the whole point.”

“But—”

“I have the implant, and I’m clean. If you’d rather not, we can just⁠—”

“No. I’m clean, too, and I trust you, I just wanted to make sure… Fuck, I’m killing the mood, aren’t I?” I roll my head back, but neither of us has stopped moving.

“Miles?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you just come on me, or I might legitimately die,” she bites out. I don’t know what it is about her words that spurs me on, but it only takes a few more pumps of my shaft before I spill over her stomach and onto the toy. She works my cum inside of her, moaning as her own orgasm slams through her.

Holy fuuuck.

I watch as she tries to breathe through it, deciding between looking at me or looking at the mess we’ve made. I can’t remember the last time I jerked off and it felt that good. Having her here was like an out of body experience.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, still trying to catch her breath.

“How I’m supposed to have a normal conversation with you after I just witnessed that,” I whisper, shaking his head. Wren rolls her eyes and I pull her jersey over her head before pulling her up to stand. I turn us around toward my en suite, and when she looks in the mirror, taking in how utterly disheveled we look after such a long day, she smiles. I lean down to kiss her shoulder from behind, keeping my eyes locked with hers. “You’ve ruined me, Wren.”

Her mouth twists to the side. “That was always the plan, pretty boy.”

All she gets from that is a smack on the ass before I haul her into the shower and make sure she knows that I’m going to take care of her. She needs to realize that it’s okay to have someone in your corner and to help you take on the load when things get hard. I knew from the moment I met her that I wanted to be that person for her, and I’m going to continue to prove that to her forever.