Page 76 of What Are the Chances
She giggled, attempting to hide behind her hands. “Fuck you, Caufield. I’ve been single since freshman year.”
“Uh-huh,” I chuckled, returning the vibrator and grabbing a condom instead. “We’ll definitely be putting that to use some other time.”
“We will?”
“Fuck yeah. We’ll start by you showing me what you do with that toy when you’re alone, then I get a turn.”
With a breathy nod of agreement, Riley took the condom from my hands and ripped open the packet. This girl was going to be the death of me.
Riley took her time rolling the condom onto my dick, squeezing firmly and adding a few pumps. I watched in wonder, letting her do her thing. When we’d first gotten together, she’d been tentative. It hadn’t taken long for her to gain confidence and begin to explore though. It’d been fucking great to witness. She’d shifted from a girl who was self-conscious at every turn, to telling me exactly what she wanted and riding my face like a saddle.
Shifting below me now, she lined my dick against her pussy. If I was to hazard a guess, I’d say she was pretty fucking eager.
“I’m starting to think you only want me for my body, Dover.”
She shrugged, nonchalantly. “It’s a hot body.”
With that she entered the tip. Enough that I couldn’t hold back from here. I finished thrusting into her, deep enough that the headboard creaked. Riley immediately wrapped her legs around me, intensifying the angle. She wasn’t afraid to find what worked for her. After shifting a pillow below her hips, she let out a satisfied breath.
“There?” I checked.
“There.”
Perfect. This worked for me too. I had to suppress a groan it felt so good. Our hips met effortlessly in unison as I began moving inside her. For a moment I almost forgot the most important rule and kissed her, but when Riley turned her head, I kissed her neck instead.
Her pleasurable gasps fell straight into my ear, reverberating down my body and sending a message to my dick. It responded by pounding harder.
The world seemed dead silent other than our indescribable moans and the meeting of our skin. Riley’s hair was a mess, and I doubt mine was much better.
“Why does something so wrong have to feel so right?” she breathed.
“There’s nothing wrong about this, Dover.”
When Riley crashed over the edge, clamping around me, it was the final straw for me too. I sunk into her one final time as a string of curse words fell from my mouth. Not wanting to crush her, I fell onto the bed beside Riley, my arm flailing above my head.
Like last time, Riley was climbing away before I’d even crashed back down to reality. Slipping off the bed, she padded to the dresser where she’d thrown her underwear. She slipped them on before locating her sweater and zipping it up. Her toned legs were still on display as she reached up to comb her fingers through her hair. I loved those legs. I could spend hours kissing those legs.
Sitting up, I made work disposing of the condom. After ditching it in her attached bathroom, I moved back into her bedroom. Unlike Riley whosethings were strewn around, mine were all by the foot of the bed. I reached for my boxers first.
“Are you coming tonight?”
Riley looked up. “Pardon?”
“To my game.”
Her brow lowered, her thoughts shadowed.
“Not for me, Dover,” I clarified. “To work with Richard.”
Richard’s offer was a generous one, one I knew Riley understood was insane to turn down.
“Don’t let whatever you feel for me affect progressing your career, Riley.”
“Believe it or not Caufield, but my avoidance of the Phil-U hockey arena has nothing to do with you.”
I had no idea what to make of that, but I wanted to make something of it. What the hell did she mean?
Pacing to her desk, she picked up her tape and a pair of scissors. To be honest, I’d completely forgotten she needed to strap my shoulder. Clearly the blood had returned to her brain and I was still thinking with my dick.
