Page 60 of Blindsided

I gasp. “Seriously? Oh, how awesome would that be?”

“Most of this is coming from Nolan, who is not a reliable source of information on a good day, and he seems even more hush-hush about this right now, which means Carter doesn’t want us to know the details yet. But Nolan did say that they’ve started talking to each other.”

“Hmmm. Intriguing that Nolan is keeping something to himself.” The boy is notorious for spilling secrets by accident.

“That’s what I thought, too. It tells me that Carter really likes this guy.”

“Awww. I can’t wait to see how it goes.” And everything inside me hopes I’ll get a front-row seat to the show instead of a recap all the way from the city. I turn back to the movie to keep those thoughts inside. My brain is clucking at me like a chicken right now.

As the movie progresses, I grow more and more aware of Matthew’s body leaning against mine. It’s been almost two months, and I still haven’t been able to sate this need for him. I’m obsessed.

Matty’s hand slides up and down my thigh in slow strokes. I’m not sure he’s consciously aware he’s doing it, but it’s having the same effect on me as if he was doing it purposefully.

My body is so keyed up that I can’t take it any longer. I throw my leg across Matthew’s lap and pull him into a mind-melting kiss. He doesn’t miss a beat as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass under my running shorts to pull me onto his hardening cock.

I slip my fingers into his silky hair and tip his head back. I’m not normally the dominant one of the two of us, but there’s something about this moment that makes me want to show him exactly what he does to me. If I look a little deeper, there’s a desperation in my gut to give him everything I have so he doesn’t question how I feel.

I slide my hands down his chest to grip the hem of his T-shirt. He leans forward to help me pull it off. The display of muscles always makes my mouth water. Matthew encourages me to lift weights with him. I can now attest to the fact that each line and divot on his body is hard-won.

Wiggling off his lap, I drop to my knees between his legs. My fingers go straight to the waistband of his shorts. The look in his eyes makes my pulse pound in my clit. I’ve never felt this desired by anyone. Not even the men who recognize me from an underwear shoot have ever looked at me the way Matthew does. There’s something else in his look besides lust that does me in every single time.

Once his shorts are kicked to the side, I wrap my hand around his hard cock. The soft skin is in juxtaposition to how stiff he is. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I lean forward to lick his head. I swirl my tongue around and around, laving him until he’s wet enough for me to slide my mouth up and down in one smooth motion.

Matthew’s hips flex up. It’s a stuttered move, telling me he’s holding back. We’re getting too close to a breaking point in our relationship, and I’m tired of keeping everything close to our chests. This is the moment we either own up to our feelings or we leave. I’m ready to break my heart open for him, and if he’s not, then that will be my answer.

I hold his gaze as pull back. “Fuck my mouth.”

His eyes flare. “Are you sure?”

“I trust you, Matty.” I don’t give him a chance to respond. My mouth drops back over him, pulling him as deep as I can.

“Fucking hell.” Matthew’s fingers fist in my hair, and he starts moving both my head and his hips at the same time. It takes me only a moment to get used to the rhythm he sets. Then I lose all sense of my surroundings. The only things I’m aware of are the noises he’s making and how deep he’s driving into my throat.

“Fucking Christ.” Matthew’s hips begin to lose their cadence as his cock swells. Then he’s coming down my throat hard enough to make me choke. I keep licking him with soft strokes of my tongue. His body shivers with aftershocks until he pulls me off him. He grabs me under the shoulders and brings me up to straddle his lap.

“Jesus, pretty girl. Your mouth should be illegal.” He kisses me with ferocious strokes of his tongue until I’m a whimpering mess.

He turns us so I’m lying on my back with him hovering over me. With quick movements, he gets my clothes thrown across the room, landing next to his.

“Do you know how obsessed I am with you? I will never get tired of feeling your soft skin move against mine or the noises you make when you’re desperate for a release.” He presses a soft kiss to my chest, right over my heart. “Nor will I get tired of how beautifully authentic you are. The way you are unapologetically yourself turns me on more often than your gorgeous body.”

His blue eyes swim with a sincerity that threatens to bring tears to my eyes. I slip my fingers into his hair and gently tug him back up to my face. We’ve been dancing around the words for weeks now, and after what he just said, I finally have the confidence to say them out loud.

“I’m in love with you, Matty. The crush I’ve always had pales in comparison to what I feel now. You make me feel safe to be who I am, without any stipulations. I’ve never known a man to have a heart like yours, and every day I spend with you is further proof of how hard I’ve fallen.”

“God, Tilly.” He presses his forehead against mine. “I’m so fucking in love with you, I barely know which way is up anymore.”

My eyes burn with tears. I never believed Matthew would ever feel the same way about me as I do him. He’s always been my dream man, and knowing he truly lives up to the person I’ve always imagined him to be is overwhelming.

I lift my hips, my dripping core sliding against his cock. I need him more than I can articulate, and thank God, he seems to understand that.

He lines up with my opening and slowly slides inside me. Our eye contact is intense, but I don’t want to look away. Everything is going to change after this. We’ve spent the last two months playing house and enjoying our little bubble of fun.

Declaring our intentions out loud makes this thing between us more official than it’s been since I got here. We can’t hide this from our families anymore. It’s time to own up to what we are to each other and accept the consequences of keeping it a secret.

Matthew’s thrusts gradually grow in intensity. He drives into me deeper than he’s ever gone, and I couldn’t hold my orgasm back if my life depended on it. This connection is entirely too powerful to keep from shattering into a million pieces around him. But knowing Matthew loves me in the same way I love him allows me to trust that he’ll put me back together when it’s over.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let go of everything. I’ve got you.” Matthew’s hand snakes between us to press against my clit, and I come again with reckless abandon. I hold nothing back from him, safe in the knowledge that he’s right here with me.

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