Page 36 of One Touch

“I’m not done,” I argued. “A little deep-throating isn’t going to scare me off.”

He huffed out a laugh, and his shoulders relaxed, but he didn’t lay, so I took matters into my own hands. Sitting on the couch, I shifted until he sat on my lap. Miller raised his eyebrow in question, but I ignored him. Gripping his hips, I pulled him forward as I laid back.

He was sitting near my shoulders, but it still wasn’t close enough. “I want you to fuck my face. I can take it, Bambi.”

“Silver, I don’t?—”

“Fucking do it, Bambi, or I’m tossing your precious banana bread into the dumpster.”

He frowned but scooted further. “What did the banana bread ever do to you? There’s no need to get violent.”

Grabbing his hips, I positioned him until his balls were resting on my chin. He let out a squeak, and I smiled at its cuteness. Tilting him forward, I wrapped my lips around the tip and took him back into my mouth. I groaned at the feel of him on my tongue and worshiped him with it. Miller was careful not to thrust too deep this time as I gripped his hips and encouraged him to move forward.

He soon relinquished his control back to me, extending that precious gift of trust he so easily gave. My confidence swelled under him, and I took the opportunity to explore his body. One hand caressed over his balls while the other trailed over his crease. Miller’s thrusts stuttered at my touch, and he released a long groan.

“Nngh,” he grunted, sliding his hands into my hair and losing himself to my endeavors. How had I never realized how much power there was in this act before? Despite the submissive position, every reaction and response was due to me. I was the one in control. I became drunk on that knowledge, and before I could talk myself out of it, I plunged a finger into Miller’s asshole. He surged forward, his hands gripping my hair in an almost painful way as he made the most beautiful sound.

“Lath,” he roared, and I wished my name would always sound like that on his lips.

His cum hit the back of my throat a second later, and my overconfidence was tested as I struggled to breathe as rope after rope of cum filled my mouth. I coughed when it became too much, and some of it spilled out of the corner of my mouth. I whimpered at the loss, and Miller took mercy on me and pulled his softening cock out.

“Swallow, baby,” he whispered, reminding me I wasn’t meant to keep it in my mouth forever. Shame. I did as he requested and basked in the warmth of his smile as I followed his order. His thumb wiped up the side, and that awful whimper escaped me again before I could stop it.

“Ssh, I got you.” Miller pressed the pad of his thumb against my lip, and I opened it for him, swirling my tongue around his thumb and sucking it dry. Once I had every drop of his cum accounted for, I relaxed into the couch cushion.

“I never pegged you for a cum slut, Silver,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

He laughed before bending down like he was going to kiss me but stopped before his lips touched mine. “It’s not a bad thing, Lath. I like it,” he said instead before climbing off my chest. He glanced at my boxers, but the tent I’d been rocking was gone, and left in its wake was a wet patch. I’d come untouched just from blowing him.

“I was going to offer to finish you off, but it seems you beat me to it.” He licked his lips, and I almost asked him to lick me clean, but then the fear it would be weird butted in, and I clammed up.

“I had fun today,” he said as he helped me off the couch.

“Mmhm.”

He chuckled. “Would it kill you to admit you like my company?”

“Yes.”

Miller rolled his eyes and then swatted my ass. “Whatever. Night, Silver. I’ll see you in the morning for our run.”

I nodded as he walked to his room. The sound of his door shutting was loud in the quiet apartment. As I tidied up the living room and kitchen, the earlier questions plaguing me returned, and I finally figured out why the bracelets bothered me so much.

Miller and that little girl both gave me something without expecting anything in return. I didn’t know how to process that. Except for my brother, no one in my life was in it just because they wanted to be. My teammates needed me to play well so we could win. The staff that worked for me were here to earn a paycheck. And my mother… the list was too long of the expectations she had of me merely because she’d birthed me.

So why had Savannah given it to me if she didn’t want anything? I didn’t understand it, and that scared me. I didn’t like things I couldn’t understand.

An odd feeling washed over me as I passed Miller’s room, and the almost kiss came to mind. Why hadn’t he kissed me? Except for that one time, we hadn’t locked lips again. It hadn’t bothered me until right now. Was I not a good kisser? And why had I liked it when he called me baby so much? I didn’t think he’d meant to let it slip, but I heard it all the same.

I loitered outside his door for too long before finally forcing myself to my own room. It wasn’t until I was lying under the covers and attempting to go to sleep that I realized what I felt at his door… longing.

CHAPTER15

MILLER

After that night with Lathan,I’d never been more glad to have three back-to-back road games. I needed space. Things had gotten too real, and I was struggling to remember this was only physical. This was precisely why I didn’t do casual hookups. I wasn’t great at drawing those lines. I couldn’t go backward now, so I’d have to live with the mess I’d made. Thankfully, he was adamant that nothing happened outside the apartment, so it gave my heart six glorious Lathan-free days.

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