Page 15 of One Touch

He stormed into my place but spun around. “I don’t get you. First, you tell me to stay away from you and pretend like we don’t know each other. Then you interrupt my conversations and demand I stay with you. You’re giving me whiplash!”

“I told you. It’s a favor.”

Miller stalked forward, and I covered my chest and stepped back until I hit the wall. He didn’t stop until he pinned me against it and I hated how he towered over me. Those extra four inches gave him a slight advantage.

“I don’t need your charity, Silver Spoon. I had it worked out.”

The use of that name set my blood boiling, and I unfurled my hands from my chest and pushed him back, but he didn’t budge. Fury, confusion, and vulnerability clouded my mind, and my muscles shook. Feeling trapped, I lashed out like the scared porcupine I was.

“Did you? Was sucking Toby’s cock for his spare room the price, or was that an added bonus?”

Miller’s jaw twitched. “Why do you care whose cock I suck, Silver?”

“I don’t,” I croaked.

“Uh-huh. Sure seems like you do.” He leaned closer and brushed his nose across the sensitive skin beneath my ear before he whispered, “Is that what you expect? Me to suckyourcock?”

A shudder rushed through me before I could hold it back. Fuck. Why did those words wreck me?

“You wish,” I choked out and prayed he couldn’t hear the need in my voice.

My cock was hard and tenting my boxers, the tip leaking and leaving a wet spot. What was going on? I didn’t have this kind of reaction. But I couldn’t get my dick to listen.

Miller shifted, and that was when I felt it. A hardness brushed against my tip, and I moaned at the absolute pleasure that one move had given me. Miller froze, and he started to move away.

I had to be exhausted from the game because it was the only explanation for what I did next. My hands slid down his chest and gripped his hips. Instead of pushing him away, this time, I pulled him forward. His jean-clad dick rubbed against mine and sent a million tingles racing up my body. I could feel him everywhere, just like I had on the ice. My senses buzzed alive, alighting every atom in my body.

I shifted my hips in a tiny circle, and sent pleasure zipping up my spine. I didn’t know what I was doing. I couldn’t even remember how we got into this position, much less my name. The only thing on my mind was chasing this. It had me in a chokehold, and I had no intention of letting go.

Miller moaned and pressed harder into me. The contact of our hard dicks against one another was otherworldly. His head fell between my neck and shoulder, and I lost it. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin, and his hot breath ghosted across it was too much.

I was unhinged as all thought left me, and I chased this high.

“More,” I gasped and tightened my grip on him. I circled my hips quicker and dry-humped my teammate against my entryway wall. But I didn’t care about any of that. The only thing that mattered was seeing this until the end.

“Lath,” Miller whispered, and my toes curled. Tilting my neck up, I let my body move with him against the wall as the most intense pleasure ever erupted through me.

Sounds assaulted my ears, but I couldn’t tell who they were coming from—me or him. Nonsensical words fell from my mouth, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered at this moment was the connection of our bodies.

“Mills,” I moaned.

Quicker than I thought possible, my balls drew up, and an orgasm smacked into me so hard I blacked out at the sheer force of it.

The world around me returned in small doses. First, it was the feel of the warm body pressed into me and rubbing my arms. Second, it was the soft reassurances whispered into my ear as he cradled me against his chest. My body was light and tingly, and it took me a while to realize why.

Miller. Against the wall. Dry humping.

Fucking hell. What had I just done? I wasn’t gay! Nor did I cave to sexual arousal! Not once in my life had I ever been led by my dick.

My body tensed, and I pushed him away. I didn’t need his coddling. Miller straightened as he assessed me. I didn’t like it. He saw too much.

“That didn’t happen.”

“Right.” He scoffed and shook his head before running his fingers through his curls. The wet spot on his jeans and my boxers belied my statement, but I couldn’t admit it. “Listen, it’s late, and I just want to sleep. I don’t have the energy to keep fighting with you. So show me where my stuff is, and I’ll figure the rest out in the morning.”

I ignored the last part but turned and headed down the hallway. I opened the door and showed him the room I’d had the movers place his stuff in. They’d even unboxed it and organized it.

“What the fudge?” he gasped.

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