RILEY #3
In reply, he moved one hand around my waist and lowered it between us, pressing his open palm against my painfully hard cock and forcing a choked whimper out of me. “You haven’t changed a bit. Not truly.”
I couldn’t tell if he was praising me for being constant or scolding me for never growing up.
Whatever his meaning, I didn’t get to bite back.
He pressed his lips against mine, shutting me up for good, and exploring my mouth with his tongue.
It reached deep into me, sending a painful twitch to my cock that stretched Cameron’s lips into an amused smirk.
Every cell in my body combusted when Cameron moved his other hand to the middle of my butt, reached low under my cheeks, and dragged his fingers over the center.
His left hand, firmly on my cock, closed tighter.
I thrust my hips forward, rubbing myself through his hand, trapped in the excruciating pressure of my tight underwear and sweatpants.
Cameron pulled his head back just enough to speak over my thirsty, open mouth. “You have been asking for this since I came, Riley.”
My cheeks burst aflame at his words. Part of me had to concede. The other part, the one which knew how this dangerous game was played, did the opposite. “I fucking wasn’t,” I snapped, slamming into him just to provoke his firmness.
His lips stretched into a sinister grin that suited his dark features perfectly.
“Liar.” And with that, he spun us around quicker than I could keep up with the movement.
We crashed onto the sofa, Cameron sitting back with his arms coiled around my waist, dragging me off my feet and over his lap.
When my head sank into the soft cushion, I found I was breathless.
This grand and sweeping move brought back more memories than I could sort through.
Bent over his lap, I moaned once and buried my face in the fold of my arm, narrowing my attention to Cameron’s hand as it rubbed my firm ass.
I suddenly wished I’d untied the drawstring like I used to, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“You knew,” he whispered accusingly. “You knew we’d get to this, Riley. ”
I clawed at the cushions, incapable of speech. Just do it, I wanted to snap. Every breath I drew felt like the splitting of atoms inside my chest. My head was spinning as I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed for the first blow of his bare hand against my ass.
I had never admitted this to anyone since Cameron. Nobody knew how easy I was to leash and rein in. Nobody knew I had a total meltdown button but him.
Cameron’s fingers hooked inside the waistband of my sweatpants, then yanked them over the thick curve of my ass, when hollowness opened in my chest and a flood of despair poured in.
The footsteps stumbling down the wooden stairs outside the door made me want to scream my throat off.
Tears of rage shot into my eyes as Cameron pushed me off his lap, handling me as easily as if I was a goddamn sack of potatoes.
I found myself internally raging while sitting still next to him the moment Beckett marched into the basement.
Cameron already had the PlayStation controller in his hands, pouting and feigning great interest in Fallen Order. And I, with my ears ringing, couldn’t get the image of ripping Beckett’s head off out of my mind. A howl was building up in my throat when Beckett examined the basement.
“Did I interrupt a knife fight?” he drawled.
I unclogged my throat of the scream that was locked and loaded, inhaled, and steadily stood up. “I was just leaving.” The murmur was barely audible. Cameron didn’t react to it, pretending to be playing the game. The corners of his mouth twitched in frustration with which I was more than familiar.
I passed Beckett without looking at his dimples or his perfect haircut or his long eyelashes. If I met his gaze now, two things would happen in close succession. He would see through me and know what was up. And I would have to fucking kill him.
Holding a massive bubble of air in my lungs, I went upstairs, then marched outside, deaf to the chatter in the common room. The pounding of my heart drowned my ears. Heat radiated from my body until I wondered if I was literally glowing to all around me.
I shut the door on my way out and broke into a sprint as soon as I reached the paved path that connected our house to the rest of Northwood U’s campus.
It was my longest run since I could remember and I didn’t stop even when sweat covered every inch of me and a burning in my muscles threatened to render me shit on the ice tomorrow.
As I ran, only two things floated through my mind on a loop.
First, we were cursed. It wasn’t meant to be. It was a blessing in disguise that we kept being interrupted.
The other thought terrified me. Without a shred of doubt, I knew how badly I wanted him.
Just a touch. Just a kiss. Just one firm slap of his palm against my bare ass.
I needed him to drag me back to Earth from the clouds in which my head was lost. I needed him to hold me down and show me what it meant to belong to someone. Even if it was only for a night.