Page 67 of Loving the Legend
“Hey.” I can barely hear Will over the noise on his end. I turn up the volume. I feel bad for leading him on, then flaking, but gazing up at Sid, I know with absolute certainty that I’m making the right choice. “My bad, I ran into my—friend, and he, uh, needs a place to stay tonight. I’m sorry. I need to fall back.”
Will does a poor job of masking his disappointment. He asks if he can hit me up when he’s back in town in two weeks.
“Uh, sure,” I reply. A part of me hopes that this thing between Sid and me isn’t a one-night thing. Another voice tells me it has to be—there’s no room for distractions in my life.
Sid’s eyebrows are raised after I hang up, but he doesn’t say anything except, “Let’s go.”
Before we make it to our cars, he’s stopped a handful of times by A-list celebrities that I recognize. I give him space and make my way to the valet. I text him my address, then hop in my car. While waiting to pull out, I catch him jogging out of the house. His gaze pans right, then left, searching for me.
Look at your phone.
As if he heard me, he reaches into his pocket and fishes it out. A few seconds later, the widest grin spreads across his face. He races over to the valet and tosses him his ticket.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When I finally reach my place, an eternity later, Sid pulls into my driveway behind me.
I hop out and turn to watch his sexy, muscular frame climb out of a rental Lamborghini, looking like a wet dream. I’ve wanted this for months, and now that it’s about to happen, I’m buzzing. My fingers tremble as I open an app to unlock my door. Sid steps behind me, wraps his fingers around my waist, and presses me against his chest.
“Fuck,” I whisper, shuddering from his molten touch. He reaches past me and turns the doorknob.
“Can I get you—”
He spins me around and swallows my words with his mouth. I moan as his warm tongue slides against mine. He tastes like the cinnamon mints that he chews. Our mouths suck, lick, and swallow each other’s moans. My legs tremble as he backs me against the door, his hands digging into the waist of my jeans. As far as first kisses go, holy fuck, it’s better than anything I’ve imagined.
He pulls away. “God, I’ve wanted to taste you since the first time I met you,” he pants, nibbling on my bottom lip.
My eyes widen. “The interview?”
He hums.
I wasn’t off about our chemistry.
His warm tongue licks over my neck, and my fingers dig into the corded muscles of his back as I arch my neck to him. He bites down on a tendon, causing a sting, before he kisses and licks the spot soothingly. His thigh rubs against my rock-hard length as I catch his bottom lip with my own, ravenous to taste him again. I’m covered in his intoxicating scent, and it’s heady how much I love smelling him on my skin.
He pulls my shirt over my head as I untie the drawstring of his swim trunks. We get turned around, and his back hits the door as I pull down his trunks, and his engorged cock springs free. It’s even more impressive up close.Fuck!Thank goodness I’ve been training for my first time with plugs, a dildo, and a shit ton of lube. I step back to take it in.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” My mouth waters. “I’ve never wanted to give head more in my life.”
He gives me a sexy-as-sin smirk that makes my blood pulse.
Needing him naked, I lift his shirt up over his head. I zero in on his nipple ring, and I want it in my mouth as badly as I need my next breath. He moans and leans back against the door for support as I lick across his nipple with the tip of my tongue, then tug on the ring gently with my teeth. I spit in my hand, then stroke his glistening cock.
“Wait, don’t want to come yet,” he grits.
I ease off his nipple, trailing my tongue over his tats as I continue stroking him slowly. My dick is at full mast as I stare at the pre-cum glistening on his head.
He pants. “How are you so good at this?”
The question makes me grin. “I’ve had time to think about—” I brush a kiss against his sexy lips as I continue to stroke him. “Mmmm. I’ve had time to think about all the ways I want to taste, suck, and fucking explore every inch of you.”
I swallow up his moan, sucking his tongue, bobbing to match the languid strokes of my hand on his cock. His fingers dig into my hips, then he tenses, and his warm release jets out, covering my hand.
He grunts. “Damn—that hit without warning.”
That was so fucking hot.
“When were you last tested?” I ask.
