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“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whisper into her ear, my hips speeding up slightly because I can’t help it.
“Careful,” she whispers back. “Don’t wake her up.”
I want to sayfuck Sam, but my girl is being extra sweet this morning and I don’t want to ruin it, especially when she hides her face in my neck and starts marking me back.
It takes everything to slow down when all I want to do is fuck her into the mattress, but it’s worth it when the deep grinding pace I find has her whimpering.
“Oh my god,” she whines, biting me hard as her pussy clenches over and over again. “Elias, oh f?—”
God, I love feeling her come around me. It’s something else entirely raw, and it drives me so crazy I stop caring about who’s in the room. All I can focus on is her as I chase my own release right behind her, and the look of pure bliss on her face makes me never want to stop.
“Say my name again,” I whisper, and the second it leaves her perfect lips I lose it.
Slamming deep inside of her, I bite her shoulder to muffle my groan, my cock pulsing over and over again as I fill her up.
She shakes below me, just like I knew she would. She can’t hide it anymore, she needs this as much as I do.
I just wish she’d say it out loud.
“That was a lot,” she laughs breathlessly. “A little pent up?”
“Little bit.” I kiss the side of her mouth before dropping my head into her neck to catch my breath. I don’t know why, but it feels like the only time my mind is quiet about our whole situation is when I’m deep inside of her.
“I hate you both,” Sam says so clearly I know she’s been awake for a while. But she’s a real one for letting us finish, so I decide not to talk shit about it. All I can do is laugh.
“I’ll buy you tacos and margs later,” Riley says. “Sorry!”
“Mmhm. Better be bottomless margs, I’ll need them if this becomes a regular occurrence.”
Ignoring their conversation, I turn slightly to whisper into her ear. “Come over tonight.”
She hesitates for a moment, but nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”
I don’t want to leave her, but I’m not allowed to shower in these dorms, and I can still smell the Jager all over my clothes. It’s not really a good look for me, so after I kiss all over her face, I pull out of her and rush to get dressed as Sam talks more shit.
I don’t care though. Riley is blushing and staring at me like she has a schoolgirl crush on me, and honestly, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to see. She’s hot as hell when she’s angry, but this? This is something else entirely, something I can’t allow myself to get addicted to.
I’m already in far too deep.
Chapter 19
Windowshopping
RILEY
I’m in trouble.
Big trouble.
We’re less than a month away from our break-up date and I’m two weeks out from turning this article in, and everything feels upside down. I know he’s a jerk, he’s blackmailing me for fuck’s sake. But he’s also irresistibly sweet with dimples to die for and a cock that does more for me than my vibrators ever could. And he listens, which is absurd for a man. The bar is in hell and yet it’s still too high for most, but Elias is different. He hears me. He retains the little things about me like what snacks I like, the songs I love, and exactly how to take me apart.
Is blackmail really so bad?
Yes, Riley. Blackmail is that bad.
Ugh.
I wish he’d never have done it. If I’d put the blanket over myself that day or just abstained period, this wouldn’t be happening. If he’d have done the polite thing and turned away, deleted the video, and just asked me out on a date, this wouldn’t be happening. We could’ve spent Thanksgiving with each other’s families, we’d be planning Christmas together too. Instead, allI get are a few cute holiday-themed dates and the glaring knowledge that he bullied me into this.
