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“Me either,” she admits. “I’ve never…”
Pulling back slightly, I meet her big, vulnerable eyes, and try to read her. It feels like there’s something she’s trying to tell mebeyond coming in her pants, but there’s no way she means what I think she did. She’s had to have come with a partner before. Right? “No one… ever?”
She shakes her beautiful head. “I didn’t think I could.”
Fuck me. How am I immediately ready to go again?
I lift her off the door and carry her back to my room, only setting her down so I can kiss her a little slower this time, and keep her pressed against me. “Every guy that’s touched you has failed. Let me prove it some more.”
Riley’s eyes are wide as she hesitates, but she nods. “Yes. Okay, yes. Can I pee first?”
“Yeah. I’ll show you where it is.”
It’s the door right across from mine, and next to Vito’s, and once her adorable, blushing face disappears into the bathroom, I pull out my phone and swipe over to my surveillance app.
I set up a camera in my room after someone in the apartments next to us had their shit stolen in the middle of the day. I was paranoid about having my photography equipment jacked, but usually I turn it off if I know I’m going to have company.
This time having someone over wasn’t planned, but as I stare at myself through the feed, I realize I can’t do it. This might be the only time she lets me have her, and since I’m already facing charges for blackmail if she decides to blow all of this up, what’s a few more for recording her without her consent? It’s not like I’ll ever show anyone.
I just have to hope she never finds out.
Chapter 7
Cum-Covered Glasses
RILEY
Iswore I wouldn’t do this, but here I am, staring at myself in his bathroom mirror right before I let him fuck me. I’m not drunk, I wasn’t lying. The alcohol loosened me up a little, but I know what I’m doing. I know what the potential consequences are, and I don’t care. What we just did was hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced, and that was just the beginning.
I’d be an idiot to say no.
But nerves are eating me alive and stalling is just making it worse, so I strip down to my bra and underwear, fix my glasses, and head back to his bedroom.
It’s chaotic, but also not — it’s full, but everything has its place. There’s a dresser with a tv across from his bed, a giant mirror next to it, and his walls are covered in photos I’d bet he took himself. There’s also a desk with what looks like a gaming pc and hoodies everywhere.
I hope he knows I’m stealing one.
“Are you okay?” he asks from where he’s sitting on the bed. He’s just in boxers now, and although I can see the outline of his package, it doesn’t look soaked like I expected. He must have changed them. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
His gaze is working its way back up my body, lingering around my thighs, my belly, the tan lines, all the places I’m always so self-conscious about. But I can see him shift, see the way his cock grows. He’s not kidding. He really thinks I’m beautiful.
I’m blushing under his gaze, and it seems too intense like this. Why is he so intense? “Glad you think so. You’re not so bad yourself, soccer boy.”
Chuckling, he beckons me forward with two fingers and spreads my legs for me to stand in front of him, his lips ghosting just above my belly button the second I reach him. “And you smell so good.”
His tongue swipes my skin as his hands slide up the backs of my thighs, and I don’t know how to react. Dennis isn’t the first guy I’ve ever been with, but they’ve all been… quick to get to it. In and out. None of them ever took a second to actually appreciate me.
“That feels good,” I whisper, softly tangling my fingers in his curls. “Have you thought about this?”
He nods, never pulling away as he kisses and licks his way lower. “Since I walked in and saw you for the first time.”
I’m under no illusions that this may be all he wants. All the effort he’s put in could’ve just been to get me in bed — guys have done more for less — and I decided at some point tonight I don’t care. If it’s true, I’ll enjoy myself and this whole mess will be over. He’ll go find someone else to annoy and obsess over, and I can go back to preparing for my future. But if this isn’t all he wants… things will change.
Maybe that’s what makes me nervous.
Reaching down, I tip his chin up to make him look at me. “So show me, Elias. You get one night. One night where I won’t say no, and you can live out the fantasies you had.”
“Just one?” he asks, only he’s flipping me onto my back before I can answer, and that soft, playful glint that was in his eyes is gone. “Then I better get to work then.”
