Page 12 of Blindside

Looking side to side, I see a single room on either side but the sight of the double doors in front of me draws my attention. I slowly creep forward and stop in the doorway at the sight of Crue coming out of some door to the side. At the sight of me pauses.

“Why didn’t you tell me you bought a house?” His shoulders droop at my question. I move inside the room and look around. There’s a large bathroom off to the side, fitted out with a mini hot tub-looking thing, and two walk-in closets on either side of the room, but it’s the sight of the California King bed that has questions swirling inside my mind.

“I bought it as a surprise for you and Katie. I was sick of us living apart at the dorms and I knew she wouldn’t live next door after what happened. I wanted to surprise you both with this, I thought this house could be our fresh start to really make things official between us and actually make this… thing between us work, then everything turned to shit.”

Guilt rears its ugly head inside me. I close the space between us and rest my hands on top of his shoulders and smile, hoping it may ease some of the tension. “I’m fucking surprised, that’s for sure.” We both chuckle but I can tell he’s still upset at how I reacted. “The house is fucking dope. I guess I always thought we’d buy our first home together.” His eyes spark with an unreadable emotion.

“You wanted to buy a house with me?” I shrug, trying to play off the warmth I feel building inside me.

“It’s always been me and you, Crue. Yeah, we have the guys and now the girls, but from day one, it’s always been us. You’re my fucking ride or die. I can’t do any of this shit without you.” His eyes soften for a second before a lustful look overtakes his blue eyes and I’m stumped as fuck as to where that look is coming from.

What happens next is something I never saw coming. Crue smacks my hands away, grips the back of my neck and pulls me to him. Before I can process what is happening, his lips are on mine, then his tongue is inside my mouth.

Crue

The moment the taste of him hits my senses I growl. Fuck, I never thought this moment would ever happen and now that it’s here, I’m nervous as fuck. When he lifts his arms, I expect him to push me away so, to save myself from the heartache I break the kiss and step back. We’re both breathing hard and fast, his eyes wide with shock. That’s when I realize what the fuck I just did. I crossed a line that I never should have. I open my mouth to try to defend my actions but he beats me to it.

“I’m not gay.” Fuck! Any hope I ever had of being with him flees my body. “But, I’m rock-fucking-hard right now.” My brows hit my hairline, and before I can say anything Saint is on me, his lips on mine, and he doesn’t go slow. He forces his tongue inside my mouth. One hand grips the back of my neck while the other grips my waist and holds me in place. I grab fistfuls of his shirt, pull him closer and deepen the kiss. Fuck, the moment he thrusts forward I can feel how hard he is for me and I gasp into his mouth. Saint spins and then shoves me backward until I fall on the bed, he stands towering over me with a hunger in his green eyes I’ve never seen before. “I have no idea what the fuck is happening right now, all I know is it’s going to happen if you don’t stop it now.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to stop it,” I answer honestly. I’ve wanted this for years and if he’s finally willing to admit that he wants me as much as I want him, I’m not going to deny him.

“Okay.” He’s nodding like he’s warring within himself on if he should continue or not. “I’ve never… this is new to me.” The vulnerability in his voice has me softening.

“I’ve never done this either.” His face contorts in confusion.

“Really?”

Rolling my eyes I answer, “Yeah, really, dick.”

He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck looking slightly sheepish. “I mean… I just assumed because you—”

“No, asshole. I’m not into guys. I’m just… into you.” I don’t know how to explain it. Saint is the only male I’ve ever wanted and that hasn’t changed for years. Don’t get me wrong, I love pussy but there is something about Saint that draws me in every time and I’m powerless to stop it.

“Uh, same.” Well shit, that shocks me. Rather than make this shit awkward and risk him backing out, I sit up and pull my shirt off tossing it to the side. Saint’s eyes widen for a second before he ditches his own shirt. Both of us take the other in before we both rid ourselves of our pants. I stand and slowly let my eyes devour him as he did me. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked or anything like that, but there was always Katie there and now, it’s just us. There is no hiding my feelings for him at this moment. Am I fucking terrified? Yes. I don’t want this to fuck up what we have, he’s my best friend and I won’t risk losing that. “Lose them.” The authority in his voice has me obeying without complaint.

I push my boxers down my legs and kick them to the side, without thinking I step forward and hold his gaze as I push his boxers down his legs. The moment his cock springs free, I grip it in my hand and relish in the hiss that escapes him. I tentatively begin to pump him and smirk proudly when his eyes roll back and he drops his forehead against mine, moaning. A fucking girly gasp rips from me when he grips my cock. Jesus, I’ve envisioned what it would feel like to have his hand on my dick for years, but none of that compares to the real thing.

“Fuck,” I grit out as he continues to pump faster. At this rate, I’m about to bust a nut before we can do anything else. Saint shifts so he can meet my gaze, the hungry look that shines in his eyes fuels my desire for him. He claims my lips in a kiss that robs me of breath. Fuck, he’s such a beast. I love how he fights to prove he’s the one in control, even if it’s taking control of the kiss or making sure he’s the one pumping my cock faster.

Breaking the kiss and releasing me he shoves me again until I’m flat on the bed. “Lube?”

I shake my head and push my excitement at the fact this is actually happening out of my mind so I can answer him. “Side drawer.” Nodding, he opens the drawer and grabs the bottle out, then turns back to me.

“Are you sure?” The tenderness in his tone fucking melts me.

“Yeah,” I answer without hesitation.

“Turn over.” I do as he says and wait with bated breath. I hear him squirt the lube and then his hands are gripping my ass cheeks and parting them to apply a generous amount of lube to my asshole, a groan pulls from me at the feeling of him prodding my ass with his finger. “Fuck, Crue, I’m not gonna be able to be gentle, I’m too fucking hard for that.” I look over my shoulder at him.

“Fuck me, Saint.” I never thought I would get the chance to say those three little words. My mouth waters at the sight of him lubing his thick cock. The moment he flicks his gaze to mine, arousal surges through me knowing he’s rock-fucking-hard forme. He steps up behind me and as much as I want this, I still tense. I’ve never done this before and contrary to what everyone thinks, getting fucked in your ass hurts—Katie told me. Saint runs his hand up and down my back trying to ease some of the tension.

“Relax.” I take a deep breath and try to do as he says. “If it’s too much, just say and we stop, okay?” I nod. Truth is, even if it hurts like a bitch, I would never deny him this. I’ve wanted this for too long to allow some pain to get in the way of this moment. “The fucking words, Crue, you know I need them.”

The dominance in his tone has a shiver rolling down my spine. “Yes.”

“Good,” is all he says before the head of his cock is pressing against my hole. I breathe through the burn and force myself to relax as much as I can. “Fuck, that’s tight.” I grunt in response as he continues to slowly ease his way inside me. Fuck, the burn is crippling, I’m gripping the comforter in a vice-like grip and grinding my teeth. He stops pushing inside my ass and slowly draws back only to thrust inside me softly. He continues to do this until I’m moaning and relaxed enough for him to continue slipping further inside me without much pain. The moment he’s balls deep in my ass we both groan. “Fuck, Crue, I need to fuck you, can you take it?”

“Fuck yes!” A sheen of sweat coats my entire body. Saint grips my hips in a vice-like hold and begins to fuck me. Holy shit, the feelings inside me are none I’ve ever experienced before. The harder he fucks me and hits the G-spot inside my ass, I can’t help the sounds that come from me. “Saint,” I shout as he continues to hit that spot over and over again.

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