Page 55 of Foul & Fake
Starting the video is a little awkward for me, because it feels like I’m talking to myself, but as soon as I begin pacing back and forth I let the words flow out of me without holding anything back. I tell her about every fucked up thing I’ve done since we began: the secret sex tapes, the stalking, the lies and manipulation — I even own up to the insane amount of gaslighting I’ve used to get my way, and in the end it’s hard not to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness.
But I don’t… because her forgiveness is something I truly don’t deserve until I earn it, and if we’re ever going to even attempt to be anything real we need to start on even ground. I have a video that could ruin her reputation, and soon she’ll have a video that can ruin me entirely.
I shower in silence after that, ignoring all the text messages my teammates have sent, and how they tease me for rushing off to celebrate with my girlfriend instead of them. Better they think that than what I truly rushed off to do, and when I knock on Riley’s dorm instead of opening it myself, I decide to do yet another selfish thing before I let everything come crashing down.
I kiss her.
She melts into my arms and pulls me inside, kicking the door shut behind her as she breathlessly breaks the kiss. “Hi,” she blushes, smiling like she’s actually happy to see me. “Congratulations, baby.”
“Thank you,” I reply, but I’m not thinking about the game while she looks like this. I can’t stop staring. “You look so good in my jersey, cupcake.”
Glancing down at it, she spins in a circle for me to see. “You think?”
“Hell yeah. Let me fuck you in it.”
I step up behind her and tug her ass back against me, slowly raising my hand and wrapping it gently around her neck. The gasp she lets out has my dick begging for more.
“Can I take the hoodie off first?”
“I’ll do it.” Slowly, I get her completely undressed, my lips finding her skin more than once as I fight to restrain myself, but if what we have here is coming to an end soon I want her burned into my memory. All of her.
When she’s in nothing but my jersey I almost don’t ask, but I’m far too desperate to bite my tongue. “Can I take a picture just for me?”
Her cheeks flush, but she nods. “I’m not very good at posing, but sure. As long as it’s just for you.”
“You look good just like that,” I say honestly, moving her less than an inch so her ass is in view as she peers over her shoulder at me. “So fucking beautiful.”
The second that blush deepens I take multiple photos that make her look so fucking innocent I want to come all over her glasses again. “Does that long mirror on the back of your door come off, or do I have to just bend you over in front of it so you can watch me fuck you?”
“It comes off, but why…?”
“Because I want us to watch.” Guiding her to the bed, I toss her on top of it and then grab the mirror. It takes a few moments to find a good position propped up against Sam’s bed, but when I do my dick is still just as hard as it was. “Don’t you want to watch?”
“I’ve always been told that watching yourself have sex is a terrible idea,” she admits. “That it never looks half as sexy as you think it does.”
“That’s bullshit. And you didn’t complain at my house when I had you watch. Tell me it wasn’t hot as hell.”
Did she… forget? Was that first time together not even memorable for someone like her? Or am I just being a touchy bitch? Probably.
Her cheeks flush a little more. “I was looking at you.”
That helps. “Yeah? And how did I look fucking you? How did it make you feel to watch me slide in and out of your body?”
“I had a lot of orgasms, if I remember correctly.” Riley grins, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fine, fine. I’ll watch.”
“Good girl. Spread those legs for me so I can see my meal before I devour it.”
She lifts my jersey up just enough to give me a peek as her knees bend and fall to the sides. “Like this?”
“Fuck yes,” I growl, gripping my cock though my sweats to calm it down. “Pinch your clit.”
As she does as told, I toss my shirt and hoodie aside then kick off my shoes. “Harder.”
Again, she obeys me, letting out a quiet, whimpered moan when her thighs twitch. “Fuck,” she whispers. “I’m so wet, baby.”
“I can see that.” Once I’m naked too I climb onto the bed and replace her fingers with mine, two of them ghosting along her dripping pussy so I can feed it to her. “Suck.”
When I place those fingers against her lips she flicks her tongue out, somehow looking like she’s never tasted herself before even though I’ve watched her do it more times than I can count.
