Page 20 of Foul & Fake
I shut my eyes hard as I feel tears well up. The last thing I want is for him to think they’re a bad sign when really, it’s just overwhelming. “Elias…”
“Riley,” he moans back. “Fuck, Riley… you got me hooked. Who gave you the fucking right to feel this good?”
He’s thrusting into me hard now, our skin slapping together as Elias fucking Reyes loses control.
The jock I’m fake dating to stop him from putting crabs in my dorm is losing control all because of me. It stops the tears as I open my eyes and smirk, locking my legs behind his ass to keep him deep inside me. “What’s the matter, baby? Am I too wet for you? Too warm? Too… tight?” I flex my cunt, his cock responding to it with a strong jerk.
“Yes. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
I feel him try to slow, so I rock my hips and ride him from below. I need him to know he’s not the only one who can play.
“Don’t come like this,” I whisper. “When you’re close, get up. Let me help.”
He nods, his jaw tense as he meets my gaze. “Let me come on your face. Let me paint your innocent skin and dirty your perfect glasses.”
There goes the surprise. Leaning up, I kiss him to stop myself from yelling at him and chase my own release for once, letting it fill me up until I’m shaking and begging him to fuck me harder.
The orgasm feels so good that I gasp when he abruptly pulls away, his shaking hands hastily pulling off the condom as he jumps to his feet. “Get on your knees,” he commands. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
I slide onto the floor with almost no grace at all, staring up at him as he stands in front of me. I feel so small down here, but so precious. So… seen, that I don’t care what a mess he’s about to make of me.
Watching his muscles ripple from this position as he feverishly strokes himself has my thighs clenching. His deep, heavy breaths blend with my short, desperate ones, and when his entire body stiffens I brace myself for what he’s about to give me. “Riley,” he groans just as his cock pulses between his fingers, and cum begins to shoot and ooze from his gorgeous thick cock.
He paints my face, streaks plopping down on my lenses, and obscuring my vision, but I don’t need to see him to know how much he likes it. The little whimpers he’s letting out tell me everything I need to know.
When his cock bumps against my lips, I don’t hesitate to suck him in and clean it off. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I needed to know what he tastes like.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, his cock pulsing against my tongue as more oozes out of him, and he whispers Spanish praises I only halfway understand. At least they all sound nice enough.
I swallow it all and pull back with a grin, still unable to see him. “I’m sure you look cute up there.”
That makes him chuckle, his thumb swiping more of his cum into my mouth before he slowly removes my glasses.
Those infuriating dimples are on full display, however blurry, and they still make me swoon a little bit. “Alright, I’m blind down here,” I laugh. “They’re not just for decoration.”
“I know. Let’s go clean you off, cupcake. You’re a beautiful mess.”
I don’t know about beautiful, but I’m definitely a mess — a sated, happy, jelly-legged mess.
Things could be worse.
Chapter 8
Cupcake
ELIAS
I’m in over my head.
I’ve reminded myself that this is fake over a hundred times since Friday night, and I don’t always believe it even though I know I need to. I didn’t go into this looking for a girlfriend, and she didn’t go into this looking for a boyfriend — not a real one, anyway.
To keep my head in the game I limited myself to texting her the rest of the weekend, but that doesn’t mean I stayed away. Especially after I saw the grade I got on my last test.
After the game we lost on Saturday, I found her walking around campus with her friend Josh, her carefree smile prompting me to take far too many pictures of her, and I didn’t stop until she was safely back in her dorm. I needed to see Riley happy after getting my ass handed to me by Doc, and finding out we were going back to morning practices. It felt like the only light I saw all day.
Sunday I found her behind the campus all alone, a blanket below her and the most beautiful mountain backdrop I’ve ever seen. It took my breath away, and had me getting far too close as I secretly took dozens of photos — not just with my digital, but also with my film. I’m well-fucking-aware I’m officially stalkingher at this point, but hopefully no one else stumbles across my new hobby so I never have to actually explain it.
Now that it’s Monday and I’ve officially looked at every picture I’ve taken of her, I tell myself I’m not going to keep following her before I make my way over to the campus.
