Chapter 6
Fuck The Rules
ELIAS
Pulling Riley into my lap feels more comfortable than it should. I keep losing myself in this role and forgetting it’s fake, and that’s only going to hurt us both in the end. We can’t keep getting lost in the moment.
Still, it’s hard when her soft little body melts into mine for comfort as she’s surrounded by people she doesn’t know.
“So how did you guys meet?” Luca asks, and I sit back with a smirk to see how she’ll answer it. He’s the nicest guy on our team, so if anyone is going to be a good wingman it’s him.
Her eyes widen for a moment, but she recovers quickly. “He stalked me.”
Alcohol nearly comes out of my nose when I choke, but the group around us doesn’t even notice. They’re too busy laughing at me.
“Fucking knew it,” Masters says, and I’m surprised his mean ass is standing with us and not doing some stalking of his own. The dude is obsessed with his step-sister. Where is she anyway? “With his camera, huh?”
Riley nods. “Does he do that often? I feel like he does that often.”
“No. I don’t.”
Not before her anyway, but I did find myself seeking her out yesterday when I was taking photos.
“Probably. Dudes with cameras in the wild are creepy,” Reynolds jokes, making me want to chop our midfielder in the throat.
She looks up at me with a soft smile. “He’s not creepy. He’s cute.”
They collectively “awww” in a way that makes me want to flip them all off, but I turn my gaze to her instead.
“You think I’m cute, cupcake?”
My hands relax against her thighs as my eyes drop to her perfectly shaped lips, and as she leans in a little, I swear she wants me to kiss her.
But she told me no. It was her only ground rule, and I have to respect that. For now.
“Yes, Elias. You’re very cute, and your friends are just mad that they see more action from their hands than women.”
“Oooo,” Luca says with a laugh. “That’s why I stick to dudes.”
“You’re cute too,” I whisper to her and ignore him. “Your glasses kill me.”
“Do they? What about them?”
I can’t tell her how much I want to come on them, so I settle for something less crude. “They make you look innocent.”
“I’ve heard that before,” she admits. “Usually as an insult, though.”
“An insult? Fuck whoever that was, because it makes me want to… never mind.”
I need to stop drinking.
“He wants to come on your glasses!” Vito yells, and my eyes widen in shock and betrayal.
“You want to leave? We should leave. I have the worst wingmen in the history of wingmen. Next they’re going to tell you all the dumb shit I’ve done when drunk.”
She giggles, the redness in her cheeks likely from the booze this time. “You’ve got a thing for glasses, huh? Promise you’ll help me clean them up after?”
Fuck.
Boner.
No. Uh…
Flamingos, penguins, ostriches — is that the plurality of ostrich? Is plurality a word? Okay, it’s gone. Phew. That was a close one.
“Yeah, of course. I’m still a gentleman.”
“Mmhm. Something tells me you’re anything but.”
Vito leans in. “He is, or at least he’s trying to be. Otherwise he’d have you bent over the kitchen table in there already.”
Her thighs clench. If she wasn’t on my lap, I wouldn’t have noticed, but every little movement kills me.
Goddamnit I need to learn some more random bird breeds. Shit, I can’t think of that word either. “Did you ever share your thoughts on leaving, cupcake?”
She meets my eyes, then nods. “Yeah. Yeah, we should go.”
My fingers curl into her thighs for a split second. In all reality, I don’t want her to leave my lap, but I want her to bounce on my cock more. There’s no way we don’t fuck tonight. I can feel she wants it too.
“Are we going?” she laughs, making up my mind for me when she stands and reaches for my hand. “I don’t think we want them to see what happens next.”
Fuck yes.
I interlock our fingers the second I stand and flip off my group of friends, ignoring them once again when they try and say they’d prefer to watch. “Well, I hope you all have a night. See you at the game, fuckers.”
I flash them a huge fake smile and tug Riley away before she can say goodbye, then lift her up on my back so she can’t run away from me, either.
Her laughter settles in my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Did I do a good job?” she asks in my ear, and the hot air isn’t fucking helping me.
“Yeah. Perfect,” I say honestly, my stomach warm and flipping a little, but I’m pretty sure it’s the booze. “I think it’s obvious we’re new, but no one can deny your fuck-me eyes.”
Her fucking tongue flicks across my earlobe and I almost drop her. “So I was a good girl?”
“Fuck,” I breathe, my cock immediately fully hard. The hell with the birds. “You were absolutely a good girl. You’re going to love your reward for it.”
She giggles, switching sides and biting my other earlobe. “Promise?”
“I promise. My place is closer, but I don’t know when Vito will get back. Where’s your roommate tonight?”
“I don’t know. She’s always home if she’s not in class or at practice, so she’s probably there. Let’s just go to your place and tell Vito to fuck off for a little.”
I’m glad she wants to fuck as badly as I do. “I have a door that locks at least, so you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing anything.”
I take a left toward my apartment and speed up a little, but it still feels like it takes too long to get there. By the time we get to the front door and she hops off, I’m fumbling with my keys as her hands roam my sides and down my chest.
“Lower,” I practically beg. God, who even am I right now? “Touch it.”
I get the key in the lock just as she grips me through my pants, and I can’t fight the pathetic grunt that leaves me.
Her small hand cups my dick, and the contact alone has me unable to take a step forward.
Breathe. You will not come in two minutes and embarrass the fuck out of yourself. Pull it together.
I finally get us both inside and shove her back against the door, her legs spreading for me to slot between and grind myself against her. “Are you drunk?”
I don’t even want to ask, but I know I have to.
No matter how horny I am or how badly I want her, I shouldn’t take advantage of her more than I already have.
She shakes her head. “I didn’t even finish that drink,” she admits. “I’m not drunk. I’m barely even tipsy.”
“How about we toss your rule out the window then, cupcake? I want to kiss the fuck out of you right now.”
Riley takes a breath, staring at my lips, and then nods. “Fuck the rules.”
“That’s my girl. Fuck the rules.”
My lips crash to hers as she wraps one of her legs around me. My hands find her perfect ass, my tongue sliding inside the moment she parts for me, and the moan she lets out makes me fucking weak.
Kissing turns most people on, but not like this. She’s grinding against me, panting, sucking my tongue.
It’s hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. No one’s ever been this needy for me, and it has me pinning her here so I can control our movements. I think she might come from this.
“Elias,” she moans, rolling her hips and moving faster. “My — jeans, fuck—” Gasping, she kisses me again, my name sounding so good falling from her lips like this that my cock pulses against her pussy.
I will not come.
I’m going to make her come, and then I’m going to fuck her the way her body needs because coming in my pants in front of another person is unacceptable.
“You need this, beautiful. Let go. Let me feel you fall apart.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair and tug hard as she presses her forehead to mine, whispering over and over again that she’s close.
I know the moment she lets go. She stops mid-moan, whimpering my name as her whole body goes tense.
I swear I can feel her pussy flexing through the fabric. I lose control, my hips grinding against her as I work her through it and bring myself to ruin.
I almost catch myself before that moment of no return, but when Riley moans my name as she tries to catch her breath, I fucking lose it.
I’ll hate myself for it later, but as my cock begins to pulse and I know she feels my warm cum oozing through my jeans, I can’t think about anything but this moment right here.
And then the shame slaps me in the face. I just came in my pants for the first time in my life, and it was while dry humping a girl I had the nerve to call innocent. I’m never going to live this down.
“Shit,” I hiss, my forehead falling against the wood as I contemplate how to live the rest of my life right here. That’s it. If I never move she’ll never know for sure.
So I guess we’re stuck here.
“Holy fuck, did you come? That was hot,” she whispers, squeezing me with her thighs. “You’re fucking hot.”
Well apparently it doesn’t matter if the cat has boots or not, he’s out of the bag either way.
I can’t help but huff, because at the very least she isn’t laughing at me for it. She actually sounds like she liked it. “I think you’re the hot one here, Riley. I know this is cliché as hell, but that really hasn’t ever happened to me before.”
“Me either,” she admits. “I’ve never…”
Pulling back slightly, I meet her big, vulnerable eyes, and try to read her. It feels like there’s something she’s trying to tell me beyond coming in her pants, but there’s no way she means what I think she did. She’s had to have come with a partner before. Right? “No one… ever?”
She shakes her beautiful head. “I didn’t think I could.”
Fuck me. How am I immediately ready to go again?
I lift her off the door and carry her back to my room, only setting her down so I can kiss her a little slower this time, and keep her pressed against me. “Every guy that’s touched you has failed. Let me prove it some more.”
Riley’s eyes are wide as she hesitates, but she nods. “Yes. Okay, yes. Can I pee first?”
“Yeah. I’ll show you where it is.”
It’s the door right across from mine, and next to Vito’s, and once her adorable, blushing face disappears into the bathroom, I pull out my phone and swipe over to my surveillance app.
I set up a camera in my room after someone in the apartments next to us had their shit stolen in the middle of the day. I was paranoid about having my photography equipment jacked, but usually I turn it off if I know I’m going to have company.
This time having someone over wasn’t planned, but as I stare at myself through the feed, I realize I can’t do it.
This might be the only time she lets me have her, and since I’m already facing charges for blackmail if she decides to blow all of this up, what’s a few more for recording her without her consent? It’s not like I’ll ever show anyone.
I just have to hope she never finds out.