Page 36 of Foul & Fake
“Cause this pussy is fucking perfect. Fuck, I’m close.”
He lets my legs fall to his sides as his hips begin to falter, and I grip his chin to make him look at me. “Go on, baby. Give it to me.”
“I want to fill you up,” he rasps. “Fuck, Riley.”
His gaze meets mine as he lets go, his body stilling deep inside of me, and I swear I feel his warm cum flood my pussy as his cock throbs.
There’s no way my memory of the single time it happened is that good. “Elias… the condom…”
“It’s fine,” he breathes, catching me in a kiss as he grinds into me.
It’s distracting enough that I get lost there again, choosing to believe him. It’s fine, I just miss the way it feels, that’s all. My brain was giving me what I wanted. Nothing more.
When he finally stops so we can catch our breath, he pulls back from me with a smirk that has me nervous for what he’s about to say. “You were right, the condom broke.”
His cock pulses like it’s celebrating or something, and I just have to pray that I haven’t missed any doses recently.
Fuck.
“Great, so… great,” I huff, not knowing what else to say. My traitorous stomach flutters with the thought and god only knows my pussy loves it, but my brain knows better. “I’ll get new ones. Maybe yours are old or something.”
“I just got them. Maybe my cock just knew what he needed.”
He looks so fucking smug it makes me suspicious — condoms are strong, I’ve never had one break before. Not with anyone.
“Really?”
“Is it so bad my body wants yours as much as I do? It was a fluke. Next one will hold up, watch.”
I’m not sure if there’s such a thing as good or bad anymore, not with us. It’s all a jumbled mess of morally grey and lust red, reminding me of what a mess we’re in.
It just feels a little too good right now to care.
Chapter 14
I’ve Developed A Taste For You
ELIAS
As the ref flashes another yellow card, my heart pounds a little harder. There’s just under five minutes to go, and the fact that Reynolds is getting called a second time this game is horseshit. Sometimes referees look for any reason to blow into their little whistle and feel important, and now not only is he being kicked out… he won’t be able to play the next game. They paused the game before even knowing where the penalty was, so they had to huddle together for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb to pull something out of their ass. Even the Dragons are rolling their eyes at this one because, like us, they’re not afraid of a little contact. So many soccer players waste time rolling all over the floor crying for a penalty, but that’s never been our style.
When our goalie, Mads, blocks their free kick with ease, and the game begins again, I start my usual shit talking to stay inside my opponents head. The fucker isn’t fazed though, he’s dishing it right back at me twice as hard, and we’ve busted out laughing more than once. But I need to stay in the game now because Masters is open downfield, and if he scores the Dragons are going to become desperate.
Like clockwork, our striker puts one away, the crowd erupting on our side, and when I look off into the stands and see Riley I can’t stop myself from blowing her a kiss.
She looks like she’s actually having fun and starting to understand what’s going on, so the light in her eyes is breathtaking. And distracting.
Luckily for me — not so luckily for them — their striker goes down midfield before he ever reaches my area, and no one else on the field learns how distracted I just was. I could have lost us the game. We trade possession six more times in three minutes, everyone covered in sweat and adrenaline as they drive yet again and when my foot gets tangled with another player’s we both hit the ground hard.
Two minutes left.
“Number five!”
What?
I hop to my feet to see the ref flashing yet another yellow card, and I have to fight the urge not to kick his knees out. That dick ran into me just as much as I ran into him, and when he tosses me a wink I nearly lose my cool.
But one glance up at Cupcake pulls me back.
