Page 6 of Foul & Fake
I can’t help but roll my eyes when I see my emo playlist, but I pause for a second and laugh a little more before typing inFall Out Boyand pressing play onFrom Under The Cork Tree.It’s definitely not my usual sexy time music, but after what I caught Riley doing, it really isn’t going to take much to get me there.
I’m already hard as I sit down on my bed and pull myself out, but I have to watch the video a few times to find a good place to pause. When I do, I can’t help but stare at her for a while. Her mouth is parted, eyes closed as her orgasm crests, and I actually feel bad I ruined this for her. Not as bad as I should, but bad enough that I wish she took me up on that offer to help even more. I could have made her see stars.
My neglected cock throbs at me before I even wrap my hand around it, and the second I do, I realize Vito was right.
Ten minutes really was generous.
I’m already leaking when I twist around the crown and slide down my shaft. “Fuck, Riley,” I breathe, imagining my cock sliding inside of her pussy raw because this is my fucking fantasy and condoms don’t exist here. It’s insane how badly I want to fill her up with cum and record it as it oozes out of her. I want to finger it back inside and stuff my fingers in her mouth to clean up what she loses. I want to fuck her all over this campus, mark every inch of her in hickeys, show her the darker side of things and how much fucking better it can be. I want to ruin her before she ever has the opportunity to ruin me and then fuck her tight throat until I’m coming all over those innocent little glasses — “Fuck!”
I should have followed her lead and taken off my clothes because I come so damn hard my hips buck off of my mattress and cum oozes and shoots all over my jersey and jeans.
It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in a very long time, and cleaning up the mess is going to take longer than the whole session did.
So I don’t.
Not yet, at least.
Instead I text her.
Chapter 3
Brace Yourself
RILEY
Fucking Sam comes back before I have a chance to finish what I started, and for the first time, I’m not happy to see her. I fake it for her sake, though. It’s not really her fault. “Did you find your phone?”
“Yeah, one of the soccer guys fucking hid it before I left the party.” She rolls her dark brown eyes and plops on her bed, staring down at the screen like she’s reading something important, then tosses it aside. “Are you okay? You look… flustered. I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
Samira is one of those naturally beautiful girls that don’t need an ounce of makeup, and somehow I know she’d never end up in the position I’m in. She’d have kicked him in the balls, broke his phone, and then covered him in baby oil for good measure.
“Flustered is one word,” I agree. “One of the soccer guys came by earlier to haze you and found me instead.”
“Oh fuck. Sorry about that. Any chance you know which one it was so I know who to hide from?”
My stomach twists as I nod. “Elias Reyes, but you don’t need to hide from him. I guess he thought I was cute, so he told me if I pretend to date him, he doesn’t have to haze you — and thereforewon’t ruin our dorm room.” I don’t tell her about the rest, I can’t. Normal, rational people would’ve called the cops. I just don’t want it ever coming out and potentially ruining my career. “I took that deal.”
“Shut up!” She jumps up and moves closer. “I’m sorry you had to, but you’re a real one, sis. Damn. Elias Reyes? That honestly doesn’t sound like him. He’s loud as hell, I thought he’d be all over this stupid prank stuff.”
I’m so shocked.
“Yeah, well. I’ll go on a couple of bullshit dates with him to save your ass and call it a day. It’ll be fine.”
It almost certainly won’t be, but hey.
“Did you think he was hot? You should fuck him at least and get something out of this deal.”
Speak of the devil.
Soccer Boy
Rule #1: No falling in love with me.
“He’s hot, but the world is full of hot guys. You know what it’snotfull of? Decent ones,” I grumble.
Me
Oh, sweetie. Don’t worry. There’s zero chance of that happening.
