"You can't be serious."
"I'm very serious."
The only reason I know time is passing is because I can see his jaw ticking. I read that wrong earlier, thinking it was a sign he was pissed off. It's not. It's a sign he's turned on. By me. Which doesn't make any sense but is strangely exhilarating.
We open our mouths to speak at the same time. "You first," I breathe out.
"I was just going to give you an out and say you don't have to go through with anything you don't feel comfortable with."
"Thank you." I let his words settle over me. "I've never done anything like this before. I'm not super experienced with guys."
The traffic outside his room must get a lot noisier because that rumbling sound comes through my speaker loud and clear. He shakes his head, muttering something Ican't hear very well but that sounds a little like "Their fucking loss."
"But I feel safe with you, TD."
"You are safe with me. I promise you."
"Okay. I'll do it."
I position my phone on the coffee table, resting against a pile of books, unzip, then settle on the floor. TD is watching every move, his jaw ticking away.
"Touch yourself," he instructs.
I lower my hand and, holy shit, I'm already hard. Guess I want this more than I realized. I start jerking myself, the self-consciousness abating more and more with every stroke.
"Is this…okay?"
"It's perfect," he growls. "You're perfect, Tex."
A rush of endorphins hits me. It's not that I feel bad about my appearance because I think I'm okay on that front, but getting constantly knocked back because of my chosen career is demoralizing. No friends, no boyfriend, it gets to a guy after a while, you know?
But it's never been an issue for TD. From the moment he walked into my apartment, he's been totally cool with everything.
I speed up my movements, fixated on the screen. TD has moved in closer, so his face takes up the entire frame. His hazel eyes feel like they're boring straight through me, and I like that he's so into it. So intome.
I start panting.
"Getting close?" he hedges.
"Yeah," I gasp.
"Good. I want to see you come.For me."
Something about those last two words really does it,pushing me over the edge, and I erupt like a volcano, weeks of pressure and tension releasing.
"There," I say, struggling to catch my breath. "Now we can say we've both seen each other come."
"Yeah." His voice is deep, husky. "Guess we can."
11
TD
Kimball drops me off out the front of the funeral parlor, and we're both still riding the post-game high. Sorry, did I say post-game high? I meant post-winhigh.
Admittedly, our opponents were in even worse shape than us, but a win's a win, and it's just the thing everyone needed to gain some much-needed confidence and will hopefully build some momentum for the rest of the season.
"Will you be in later?" he asks, and I nod.
