Blind Side (Red Zone Rivals, #2)

by Kandi Steiner

He was turned on. His skin was blistering hot just like mine. Because of me.

“Touch yourself first.”

“Can I touch you, Giana?” he whispered.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed.

“God, you are wet,” he husked, gliding his fingers between my lips as I rolled my hips involuntarily. “This is so fucking hot, Kitten.”

“Has anyone done this to you?” he asked, the heel of his palm rubbing against me lightly as he slipped his middle finger a little deeper between my folds. “Just me,” I breathed.

“Let go,” he said, capturing his mouth with mine.

“Oh, GOD!” I balked, panicking when I realized the same crimson liquid that covered my fingers also covered Clay’s. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, holding up that bloody hand as if to soothe me. “It happens. It’s natural.”

“It’s just a little blood. It’s not gross. It’s natural. It doesn’t freak me out. I feel fucking honored that you let me be the one to touch you like that for the first time. Okay?”

“Shower with me,” he said.

“I think orgasms might be my new favorite thing.” “Better than the books?” he asked with a smirk. I pressed up onto my toes. “So much better,”

I internally groaned. I’d quite literally scared him out of the shower with that kiss, one that didn’t need to happen. No one was around to witness it. It wasn’t a show for anyone. And we were done with tonight’s… lesson. I’d done it just because I wanted to.

He’d stayed the night.

I was happy he stayed.

“You say that like you’re not just as amazing.”

“You’re damn good at what you do,” he said, all serious. “It takes someone really strong and confident to boss around a bunch of student athletes — especially the bonehead ones on our team. You run the show and you know it.”

Tell me all your deep, dark daddy issues.”

“You’re not just helping me with… you know… things because you feel obligated to, right?” “No,” he answered easily. “I’m doing it because I like you.”

“Thanks for breakfast, Kitten,” he said.

He nodded toward the hallway, and a grin split my face as I jogged out, ready to wrap Giana in a sweaty hug whether she wanted one or not. I hadn’t seen her outside of us both working at the stadium since last week, me caught up in practice, and her with the upcoming auction. And every minute since that night, her little whimpers of pleasure were about the only fucking thing I could think of.

It had been so much more than I expected, than I could have ever imagined, stripping her, touching her, tasting her. I knew she’d asked me to be her first, but I hadn’t realized that meant her first everything. The girl hadn’t even had an orgasm. Until me.

It was fucking stupid how much that lit me up with pride, how much it made the beast inside me walk with a little more swagger in its step. It was also fucking s...

And every chance I could, I was pulling her in for a kiss. Even when Maliyah wasn’t around. I told myself it was because it would make it all seem more real.

“I can feel it.” I shrugged her off so quickly she almost fell. “That’s a cup. See you around.”

as soon as I pushed through the door to the PR offices, a shower of confetti rained down on me. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Giana did a little hop-like dance, blowing a streamer that sounded like a foghorn. A giant, glittery banner hung above her head, and her eyes were wide and joyful in the candlelight coming from the two and zero candles in a homemade cake on her desk.

“Okay,” she said. “Then use me.”

I was devastated when I did. It wasn’t her curly hair, a bit frizzy from the game and a long day before that. It wasn’t the freckles on her cheeks, or the soft moonlight reflected in her aqua eyes. It wasn’t even her brick-red-and-gold plaid skirt, the modest black blouse she’d paired with it, or the knee-high black stockings that drove me mad anytime she wore them. It was how she looked at me.

It was how she watched me with so much care and reverence that I was fucking speechless, unable to move, unable to do anything but watch her in return.

“Use me to take your mind off whatever it is that’s hurting you, to escape.” She swallowed...

I let out a shaky breath through my nose, ready to argue that now wasn’t the time, but her lips silenced me before I could. She leaned forward, kissing me slowly and confidently, her hands framing my face as mine came to...

“I need you. Show me what’s next,” she breathed against my mouth, her lips hovering there as she added, “And thi...

“Tonight, I want to make you feel good first. I want…” She swallowed, like she was ashamed, but then held her chin a bit higher and looked me right in the eyes. “I want you to show me how to taste you.” Jesus fucking Christ.

“Fuck,” I cursed, rolling into the touch. I managed to pause, to open my eyes and look at how tentative she was watching me. “Are you sure?” “Show me.”

“Show me you want it,” I demanded, voice low and firm.

“You love to study so much, Kitten… study me.”

love seeing you like this,” I husked. “On your knees.”

“It turns you on, too, doesn’t it?” I asked. She blinked up at me. “Y-yes.”

“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me how wet you are.”

“Good girl.”

“Just like our first lesson, every guy will be different,” I told her, wrapping a hand around my length and leading it to her tongue. “So tonight, you’re going to experiment until you figure out what it is I like.”

“Fuuuccckkk,” I hissed,

“Eyes on me,” I told her.

“Look at me while I fuck that pretty mouth.”

“It’s okay,” I assured her, running a hand over her curls. “You’ve got to breathe with it. In and out through the nose, hold your breath when it gets deep enough to trigger a gag.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I groaned out when she released me, a bit of saliva dripping from her lips.

“Goddamn, Giana,” I praised, running the pad of my thumb over her slick bottom lip. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Now, use your mouth and your hand,” I told her, guiding her back to me. “Fit them together, roll your hand in a seam with your mouth and go as deep as you can. Find a rhythm.” I paused, holding her gaze. “Make me come.”

“Fuck yes, Kitten, just like that,” I said, hips flexing as I pressed a little deeper into her mouth.

“It’s sensitive after,” I told her, and she gently released me, but not before she looked me right in the eyes and swallowed. Then, she pressed a feather-light kiss to my shaft, and she smiled. “How’d I do?”

“You want me to tell you how good you made me feel, how hot it was to see you on your knees for me, to watch as I fucked your mouth.”