Chapter 1 Edged
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RILEY
Oh, god.
Moaning, my lips part and my hips rise as I press my vibrator a little harder against my clit. I’m lost in how it feels, the way the heat pools in my stomach, the waves of pleasure that take me higher. The little jolts of pain I feel when I pinch my nipple.
I don’t even need porn this time.
Dennis’ text promising he’ll put me on my knees later gave birth to a thousand fantasies, and I’m lost.
As it builds, I roll my hips, gripping the base of the wand as I ride it, teasing myself when the vibrations reach where I want them and disappear again. It feels good, so good, that I think I’ll get there faster than I wanted to.
Fuck it.
I’ve earned this.
Giving in, I focus the head on my clit and spread my legs, pushing up just enough to get the angle right. There it is. Fuck, just like that.
Just like…
My dorm room door flies open and scares the hell out of me. Without thinking, I whip my vibrator at the intruder walking in, and it smacks right into the phone in his hand and bounces off his chest onto the floor.
Who the —
Wait, I know him. I don’t know his name, but I’ve seen those playful, honey-brown curls and those russet eyes around campus.
“Get out,” I hiss, scrambling up to grab my robe and wrap it around my naked body. “Get out!!”
“Holy shit,” he says with a chuckle, his wide gaze flicking between me and my vibrator multiple times before he remembers his phone is trained on me and hastily pockets it. “Uh… want some help?”
My entire body flushes red as I pull my robe a little tighter. Yes, he just edged me right before a perfectly good orgasm, but I don’t know this man. “No. Were you recording me?”
Slowly, he bends over to pick up my best friend in the whole world and spins it around with an infuriatingly entertained expression. “Damn, it’s shiny. How close were you?”
I take a second to catch my breath and take him in a little better, hating how fucking handsome he looks even though I try to blame my hormones for noticing.
He’s wearing a silver chain with a cross hanging from it, slightly baggy jeans and a burgundy and blue sports jersey I couldn’t pick out of a line up if there was a gun to my head, and that’s when it hits me who he is.
I still don’t know his name, but I do know he plays… something.
Fuck jocks, especially the ones with dimples.
Big, adorable dimples.
“Close. Were you recording me?” I ask again, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Give me your phone.”
He takes a second to bite his lip and scan my frame as he pulls it back out, and it’s not lost on me that he’s still holding my vibrator. “Come take it for yourself.”
My cheeks burn even hotter as I stomp forward, holding my robe closed with one arm as I reach for his phone with the other. This close, our height difference is overwhelming — and the giant shit holds his arm up so high, I’d have to grow a foot just to reach it.
“Who are you and why are you even in here?” I grunt out, trying to pull his arm down without exposing myself again. “Seriously?”
I jerk away when his other hand falls to my hip so he doesn’t get any ideas, and when he starts laughing, I have the sudden urge to hit him in the nuts. “Do you always jack off with your glasses on? It’s hot.”
Okay, I hate him.
What the hell am I supposed to do when he won’t answer any of my questions?
“Do you always barge into people’s dorm rooms without knocking? How did you even get in here? The door was locked.”
“Not always.” That’s the one he chooses to answer? Ugh! “Are you sure you locked it?”
“Absolutely, yes. I checked three times before I started. I never get time alone.” And the one time I do, some giant jock with dimples ruins it. This definitely wasn’t a part of my fantasy. “So, how’d you get in?”
“I opened it. What’s your name? I was told this is Oakley’s dorm, and you’re absolutely not her. You’re not on the soccer team at all. I’d remember.”
“She’s my roommate, and her name is Sam. Who I am isn’t really any of your business, but I need you to get rid of that video.”
“I don’t think I want to,” he admits, finally letting me snatch my vibe so I feel a tiny semblance of power. “I think you should tell me your name.”
The fact that he still looks completely relaxed makes me want to smack him. “My name is Riley Dattner. Your turn.”
“Elias Reyes. It’s very very nice to meet you, Riley. Are you sure you don’t want help?”
He’s staring into my eyes as he takes an unwelcome step forward, and I’m so fucking horny I almost say yes.
He looks like he knows what he’s doing.
“Absolutely not. Now delete the video and get out of my dorm room.”
“That’s fair. How about we go on a date then?”
He flashes me a wide playful smile like he knows there’s no world in which I agree — or maybe he’s smiling because he thinks I’m not strong enough to deny him — but either way, it makes me reach up and flick him right in the nose.
“No. I will not go on a date with you, Elias Reyes. Don’t you have some little sports groupie waiting for you?”
Chuckling, he taps mine right back. “So angry. Blue balls make me mean too, so I get it.” Elias steps around me to go sit on my bed. “Has Oak— Sam told you about the tradition between the guys’ and girls’ soccer teams?”
“The Neanderthal tradition of hazing each other?” I ask, putting my vibrator away and trying to physically pull him off my bed by his stupid muscular legs. God, he’s warmer than I expected. Also heavier. “Ugh, move.”
It only makes him laugh harder. “Yeah, that one. I was given my target today and it was her, so… that’s why I’m here. Your dorm is about to be a war zone, cupcake. We’re talking full on modern warfare.”
Fuck. I’m swamped with homework right now, I can’t deal with some meathead constantly coming in here dumping ice cream on our pillowcases or whatever it is they do. “I don’t consent to that. What were you going to do to her today that needed filmed?”
“I was just going to sneak in and scare her and tell her it’s on. I also had this.”
He pulls out one of those stringy party poppers that make a huge mess for absolutely no reason, and I’m so desperate for him not to pop it that I actually consider flashing him again to distract him.
“Can’t you haze her elsewhere? Like anywhere else?”
He flips it around his fingers like he’s contemplating his response. “Um… no. I can’t, sorry. Only way around the Red Card Rites is being in a relationship, so unless you agree to that date, I’m afraid you’re fucked, blue eyes. Well… not fucked in the way you crave, but fucked nonetheless.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have that taken care of as soon as you leave. He’s only a phone call away,” I mumble. “You’re telling me if I agree to go on a date with you, you’ll leave my room alone?”
“He? Who’s he?”
This friggin guy. “His name is Dennis.”
“Dennis?” he deadpans. “How would he feel about me being in your bed?”
“He probably wouldn’t care, we’re not dating.” I’m not hiding my irritation very well, and I won’t apologize. “We have fun. A lot of it. All over that bed you’re laying on.”
His cocky smile is gone as he looks it over and gets to his feet. “Whatever. Date me and the team will get off my back about the damn hazing, and no one but me will ever have to see that video.”
I’m about to say no, but I can’t risk him getting pissed off and blasting that video everywhere. “One date, and I get to watch you delete that video.”
Elias contemplates that for a second and then holds out his hand. “Let me put my number in your phone.”
Hesitating, I hand it over. “You know it’s not a real date, right? Tell me you know that. At this point, I wouldn’t date you if you were the only guy on campus.”
Those amber eyes flick to mine as he types in the number and calls his phone, his jaw ticking slightly as he accepts that this didn’t exactly go his way. “You know you’re the one benefiting from this deal, right? Our sex music doesn’t even match. Who the fuck jacks off to Fall Out Boy?”
“Ugh.” Snatching my phone back, I turn off the music and flip him off. “You could just agree to be a decent guy and delete the video and leave my room alone instead of blackmailing me into something neither of us wants.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I could, but if I didn’t participate, they’d take that shit out on me and the both of you, so this is the decent option whether you see it from my perspective or not.
And you’re wrong. I do want this. Even without that video, I’ll never get that picture out of my head, Riley. You’ll cave one day.”
The butterflies hit me so hard, I put my hand over my stomach. “Oh will I?”
The side of his mouth curves up, his gaze flicking over me again before he walks toward the door. “Definitely.”
I shake my head even as my brain and my pussy team up against me. He is definitely, absolutely too hot. “Keep dreaming, Eli.”
“I plan on it, cupcake. I plan on dreaming about it tonight, actually.”
Rolling my eyes, I beg myself not to picture him going back to his dorm and using that video as his own little fantasy. I try, I really plead with myself over it, yet I do it anyway.
I wonder how his veiny, strong hands look wrapped around his co—
“Mmhm,” he hums, ruining the little fantasy I absolutely shouldn’t have been having, and again, I want to slap him when I find him staring at me intensely. Almost like he’s waiting for me. “I’ll text you about the date and let you get back to your purple friend.”
He tosses me a wink and disappears out the door, leaving me speechless, confused, and hornier than I should be.
If this is how all of our interactions will go… I’m in trouble.
Big trouble.