Page 17 of Foul & Fake
“I don’t know. She’s always home if she’s not in class or at practice, so she’s probably there. Let’s just go to your place and tell Vito to fuck off for a little.”
I’m glad she wants to fuck as badly as I do. “I have a door that locks at least, so you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing anything.”
I take a left toward my apartment and speed up a little, but it still feels like it takes too long to get there. By the time we get to the front door and she hops off, I’m fumbling with my keys as her hands roam my sides and down my chest.
“Lower,” I practically beg. God, who even am I right now? “Touch it.”
I get the key in the lock just as she grips me through my pants, and I can’t fight the pathetic grunt that leaves me. Her small hand cups my dick, and the contact alone has me unable totake a step forward.Breathe. You will not come in two minutes and embarrass the fuck out of yourself. Pull it together.
I finally get us both inside and shove her back against the door, her legs spreading for me to slot between and grind myself against her. “Are you drunk?”
I don’t even want to ask, but I know I have to.
No matter how horny I am or how badly I want her, I shouldn’t take advantage of her more than I already have.
She shakes her head. “I didn’t even finish that drink,” she admits. “I’m not drunk. I’m barely even tipsy.”
“How about we toss your rule out the window then, cupcake? I want to kiss the fuck out of you right now.”
Riley takes a breath, staring at my lips, and then nods. “Fuck the rules.”
“That’s my girl. Fuck the rules.”
My lips crash to hers as she wraps one of her legs around me. My hands find her perfect ass, my tongue sliding inside the moment she parts for me, and the moan she lets out makes me fucking weak.
Kissing turns most people on, but not like this. She’s grinding against me, panting, sucking my tongue.
It’s hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. No one’s ever been this needy for me, and it has me pinning her here so I can control our movements. I think she might come from this.
“Elias,” she moans, rolling her hips and moving faster. “My — jeans, fuck—” Gasping, she kisses me again, my name sounding so good falling from her lips like this that my cock pulses against her pussy.
I will not come.
I’m going to makehercome, and then I’m going to fuck her the way her body needs because coming in my pants in front of another person is unacceptable.
“You need this, beautiful. Let go. Let me feel you fall apart.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair and tug hard as she presses her forehead to mine, whispering over and over again that she’s close.
I know the moment she lets go. She stops mid-moan, whimpering my name as her whole body goes tense.
I swear I can feel her pussy flexing through the fabric. I lose control, my hips grinding against her as I work her through it and bring myself to ruin.
I almost catch myself before that moment of no return, but when Riley moans my name as she tries to catch her breath, I fucking lose it.
I’ll hate myself for it later, but as my cock begins to pulse and I know she feels my warm cum oozing through my jeans, I can’t think about anything but this moment right here.
And then the shame slaps me in the face. I just came in my pants for the first time in my life, and it was while dry humping a girl I had the nerve to call innocent. I’m never going to live this down.
“Shit,” I hiss, my forehead falling against the wood as I contemplate how to live the rest of my life right here. That’s it. If I never move she’ll never know for sure.
So I guess we’re stuck here.
“Holy fuck, did you come? That was hot,” she whispers, squeezing me with her thighs. “You’re fucking hot.”
Well apparently it doesn’t matter if the cat has boots or not, he’s out of the bag either way.
I can’t help but huff, because at the very least she isn’t laughing at me for it. She actually sounds like she liked it. “I think you’re the hot one here, Riley. I know this is cliché as hell, but that really hasn’t ever happened to me before.”
