Page 34 of Foul & Fake
“That’s okay. As fun as it sounds, he doesn’t deserve it.” He deserves worse, far worse, I’m just not letting anyone take that glory from me. “But Vito on the other hand… him I’ll help you with.” Grinning, I sit down with a pen and paper. “What ideas did you have?”
With my stomachin inexplicable knots, I knock on Eli’s door for the second time today.
When a gorgeous redhead opens the door I assume it’s the girl Vito was talking about, and behind her is Eli standing next to his roommate with a Switch controller in his hand. Both of them are seemingly in the middle of a very intense game of Mario Kart, but I can’t help but feel a strange tinge of jealousy at the brunette sitting on the couch cheering my fake boyfriend on.
“Hi. Which one are you here for?”
The redhead steps aside for me to enter, and I nod to Elias. “That one. I’m Riley.”
“Oh, I’m Erin. That’s my best friend Alexa. Want a drink?”
Eli turns around and notices me then, a grin overtaking his face as he tosses the remote aside like he immediately doesn’t care about the game, and I can’t lie… his smile is infectious.
“Hey, cupcake. You came back.”
In seconds he’s lifting me up to straddle his torso and pressing me against the closed door.
“Woah,” Erin says with a chuckle, but his lips find mine just as Vito yells at him for ditching their race.
I don’t care. It feels better than it should knowing he doesn’t give a shit about Alexa, or anyone but me. It doesn’t feel very fake.
Maybe that’s a problem.
“Of course I did. I told you I would,” I grin, kissing him again and tugging his curls. “I was hoping we’d be alone.”
“You got it.” He carries me to his room and kicks his door closed, chuckling when Vito calls out that he’s whipped. “You get the green out of broccoli head’s hair?”
“Sure did. Also helped her think of a little retaliation, so don’t hate me,” I laugh, wiggling down to drop to my knees in front of him. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
Elias bites his lip. “Damn. Yeah, that’ll definitely make up for it. Fuck that guy.”
I can already see the bulge in his jeans growing for me, so I take my time pulling him out, kissing his thighs, just brushing the head of his cock with my nose. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your game,” I say softly, licking up the underside of his shaft. “Would you like to go back?”
It jumps, his hips canting slightly in search of my tongue. “Huh? What game? Fuck all of them. Lick it again.”
I do, gripping the base to keep him steady as I lick and kiss all over his beautiful cock. I get a little lost there, honestly. Too lost.
“You look so good on your knees, Riley. Put it in your mouth and hold it there.”
My eyes flutter as I come back to the present and suck him in, drawing him in slowly and letting him rest on my tongue.
The exhale he releases is so deep it even calms me, his hand resting on my head as his body relaxes more with each passing second.
It convinces me to stay right here and get comfortable, not sucking, just holding him in my mouth as I look up to meet those red-brown, beautiful eyes.
I know what he did. I know what he’s doing. I know how we got here and how twisted it all is, and how easily I’ll betray him to further my own career.
But here, right now? All of that melts away.
He stares into my eyes like he’s feeling the same as I do, unsaid words hanging between us before floating away into the universe like they were never there at all.
We live in that moment for a while before he breaks the spell with a soft pet to the side of my face. “Suck.”
His cock pulses on my tongue, giving me something to chase as I roll his balls between my fingers and suck him like I haven’t seen him in years. It makes my clit throb and my stomach squirm, especially when he hisses and drops his jaw in pleasure. “Oh fuck,” he groans. “Don’t stop.”
Pulling off, I stand up and back toward his bed, grinning at him. “Oh, you said don’t stop? Whoops.”
“Riley!” he growls, rushing over to toss me on top of it. “Strip for me or I’ll rip it all off.”
