Page 146 of What Are the Chances
“By the way,” I murmured, kissing below Riley’s ear. “I appreciated the pregame bang offer. But to clear things up, the story that I needed to sleep with you in order to play well was a hoax. Though I am interested in keeping the tradition going for the rest of the season if you are.”
Riley frowned. “Huh?”
“The social media girl mentioned you were here if I neededanything.”
Riley burst into laughter. Not the reaction I was expecting when my hand was rubbing the sweet spot between her legs.
“That offer was for taping, Caufield. Not sex.” She pushed onto her elbows. “How did your shoulder hold up?”
“Fine. No issues.”
She chewed her lower lip. “No other booboos giving you grief?”
“Just my dick,” I told her. “But you’ve already kissed that better.”
Chuckling, she fell back against the therapy table, her silky hair fanning out around her.
When I rocked back to slip off my pants, Riley spread her legs, enough for me to see my prize. I couldn’t resist. I greedily slipped my hands between her thighs like the opportunity would close soon. She was soaking wet as though she’d been waiting for this moment the whole week. I knew I had.
“How about we settle for a post-game bang?” she offered.
“Deal.”
Her back arched off the table and a breathy moan escaped her parted lips when I slipped two fingers inside her. Fuck. I loved making her come, and I wanted to get at least one out of her before I sunk between her legs.
Her fingernails dug into the padded therapy table, leaving a mark. I wouldn’t be able to look at the scratches now without getting a semi.
Riley was panting, writhing beneath my hand. I bent down to brush my lips over hers. The past week had been torture. Being with her again was like coming home.
I was still kissing Riley as she started to come undone. She sunk her teeth into my lower lip, her body trembling beneath me.
I watched in wonder, questioning what I’d done right in a past life. My brain still hadn’t processed that this was a forever thing. That it would extend beyond college. That this was well and truly our end game now.
Once her breathing evened out, Riley grasped my hardened dick in her palm. She widened her legs, positioning me against her soaking pussy.
“Do you want my dick, Dover?” I taunted.
“Always.”
I pushed into her, filling her fully. She moaned loud enough that I hoped Coach hadn’t come back through the corridors. Or anyone else for that matter.
“Oh my god,” Riley gasped. “Do that again.”
“This?” I checked, pulling back before snapping my hips.
“Yes, that.”
I pushed aside Riley’s bra to palm her perky tits. They were the perfect size in my hands, just like Riley was the perfect size beneath me.
I loved this girl so fucking much. And I loved fucking her.
Once I could feel her spasming closer to a second orgasm, I lowered my mouth over hers because I couldn’t risk anybody overhearing this.
“I’ve got you. Let go.”
She did. As her wet pussy tightened around me, it tipped me over the edge. I thrust into her one final time, spilling inside her in a climax that seemed to go on forever.
Our hips lazily rocked against each other, drawing out that sweet ending. Riley smiled up at me. Her skin was flushed and her hair was in disarray. I’m sure I looked freshly fucked too, but I really didn’t care.
