Chapter 7
Cum-Covered Glasses
RILEY
Iswore I wouldn’t do this, but here I am, staring at myself in his bathroom mirror right before I let him fuck me.
I’m not drunk, I wasn’t lying. The alcohol loosened me up a little, but I know what I’m doing.
I know what the potential consequences are, and I don’t care.
What we just did was hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced, and that was just the beginning.
I’d be an idiot to say no.
But nerves are eating me alive and stalling is just making it worse, so I strip down to my bra and underwear, fix my glasses, and head back to his bedroom.
It’s chaotic, but also not — it’s full, but everything has its place. There’s a dresser with a tv across from his bed, a giant mirror next to it, and his walls are covered in photos I’d bet he took himself. There’s also a desk with what looks like a gaming pc and hoodies everywhere.
I hope he knows I’m stealing one.
“Are you okay?” he asks from where he’s sitting on the bed. He’s just in boxers now, and although I can see the outline of his package, it doesn’t look soaked like I expected. He must have changed them. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
His gaze is working its way back up my body, lingering around my thighs, my belly, the tan lines, all the places I’m always so self-conscious about. But I can see him shift, see the way his cock grows. He’s not kidding. He really thinks I’m beautiful.
I’m blushing under his gaze, and it seems too intense like this. Why is he so intense? “Glad you think so. You’re not so bad yourself, soccer boy.”
Chuckling, he beckons me forward with two fingers and spreads my legs for me to stand in front of him, his lips ghosting just above my belly button the second I reach him. “And you smell so good.”
His tongue swipes my skin as his hands slide up the backs of my thighs, and I don’t know how to react. Dennis isn’t the first guy I’ve ever been with, but they’ve all been… quick to get to it. In and out. None of them ever took a second to actually appreciate me.
“That feels good,” I whisper, softly tangling my fingers in his curls. “Have you thought about this?”
He nods, never pulling away as he kisses and licks his way lower. “Since I walked in and saw you for the first time.”
I’m under no illusions that this may be all he wants.
All the effort he’s put in could’ve just been to get me in bed — guys have done more for less — and I decided at some point tonight I don’t care.
If it’s true, I’ll enjoy myself and this whole mess will be over.
He’ll go find someone else to annoy and obsess over, and I can go back to preparing for my future.
But if this isn’t all he wants… things will change.
Maybe that’s what makes me nervous.
Reaching down, I tip his chin up to make him look at me. “So show me, Elias. You get one night. One night where I won’t say no, and you can live out the fantasies you had.”
“Just one?” he asks, only he’s flipping me onto my back before I can answer, and that soft, playful glint that was in his eyes is gone. “Then I better get to work then.”
How quickly he gets me out of my bra should be illegal, and that’s nothing compared to the way it feels when he sucks my nipple between his teeth and slips his hand into my panties.
We groan in unison as he circles my clit, and I get lost there.
It feels amazing when I do it myself, even better with my vibrator, but there’s always something missing.
I know exactly what I’m going to do, how I’ll move.
It’s entirely different with Eli. I’m falling apart almost too quickly, my body beginning to shake, warning him exactly how close I am and when he stops moving completely and just stares down at me I feel like I might die.
“Not yet. Not until I can see all of you.”
He pulls off my panties with a cocky smirk, like he hasn’t seen this before.
Like he doesn’t already have it on video.
I was so fucking close that I’m squirming now, reaching down to touch it myself.
“Riley,” he growls, slapping my hand away and roughly spreading my legs. “This is mine tonight, and you’re going to come on my tongue before you ever come on my cock.”
When he dives in I think I have an out-of-body experience. This isn’t a first for me, but it may as well be. He’s so much better than the others.
Screaming his name, I don’t last a full minute before I’m coming on his tongue, his hands pinning me there so all I can do is take it as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I’m practically shoving him away by the time he comes up for air, and when he hops off the bed to shove his boxers down, I finally get to see his fully erect cock bounce free.
He truly does have a beautiful body. Toned lines, soft, blemish-free skin, and the most perfect looking cock head I’ve ever seen.
There’s a geometric tattoo of a camera on his right thigh, and the waveform of a song along his ribs I couldn’t guess if I tried, but when he climbs onto the bed with his hand wrapped around his dick, my curiosity fades to the background.
This is actually happening.
“Do you know how good my name sounds on your lips?”
“About as good as mine sounds on yours.” I give him a moment and stare at the chain hanging from his neck, but when he slots between my legs, I reach out to stop him. “Do you have a condom?”
“Oh shit, yeah.” He drops down a little to reach into his nightstand, his warm, heavy cock brushing against my swollen clit as he shuffles around in there.
It takes him a moment to find one, and then it’s like my own personal little porno as I get to watch him rip it open with his teeth and roll it down his aching shaft.
I almost regret it. Almost.
Reaching down, I grip his cock and slap it against my clit, then angle up. I’m done waiting. “Give it to me, Eli.”
“You want it, cupcake? It’s yours.”
In one solid thrust, Eli buries himself inside of me with a groan, his body stilling when he bottoms out to let us both catch our breath, and I feel so damn full it’s overwhelming. “Wait,” I beg. “Oh my god.”
“Shhh…” he whispers, nuzzling his nose along my cheek. “It’s Elias, sweet girl. We don’t want god watching this.”
Holy fuck.
He’s too big, he’s too hot, and I’m not nearly experienced enough to not be affected by it. “God isn’t real anyway,” I whisper. “You are.”
“Damn right I am.”
His mouth finds mine in a heated kiss, my own flavor on his tongue loosening me up as it dances with mine.
It’s enough that when he starts to move, I can take it. It’s slow, steady, almost hypnotic, dragging me under until my eyes are fluttering closed and pleasure rolls through me in waves. There’s nothing rushed about it, no sign that he’s chasing his own release and leaving me behind.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps, one of his hands snaking its away up my body to cup my breast. “You should see how good we look right now. Open your eyes, baby.”
When he grabs my chin and tilts my gaze to the side it’s a little rough, but I can’t find any complaints as I meet his eyes in the mirror and watch him as he moves in and out of me.
It’s surreal. My whole body is flushed, but from this angle, it looks amazing. Like my thicker thighs were made to be wrapped around some cocky soccer boy, like I was always meant to watch it happen.
It takes my breath away.
“Look at you take it,” his grip tightens on my chin, hips snapping a little harder. “Look at how you have to just lay there and take my cock. There’s nowhere for you to run this time, cupcake.”
He’s right. I’m completely at his mercy for him to use as he pleases, but for once in my life, that doesn’t scare me.
For once, letting a man control me feels good.
He’s not forcing me to get straight A’s or join a thousand after school programs to get scholarships, he’s not forcing me to wear short skirts so he has something to look at as I wait tables.
He’s showing me how beautiful I can be. How strong.
I shut my eyes hard as I feel tears well up. The last thing I want is for him to think they’re a bad sign when really, it’s just overwhelming. “Elias…”
“Riley,” he moans back. “Fuck, Riley… you got me hooked. Who gave you the fucking right to feel this good?”
He’s thrusting into me hard now, our skin slapping together as Elias fucking Reyes loses control.
The jock I’m fake dating to stop him from putting crabs in my dorm is losing control all because of me.
It stops the tears as I open my eyes and smirk, locking my legs behind his ass to keep him deep inside me.
“What’s the matter, baby? Am I too wet for you?
Too warm? Too… tight?” I flex my cunt, his cock responding to it with a strong jerk.
“Yes. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
I feel him try to slow, so I rock my hips and ride him from below. I need him to know he’s not the only one who can play.
“Don’t come like this,” I whisper. “When you’re close, get up. Let me help.”
He nods, his jaw tense as he meets my gaze. “Let me come on your face. Let me paint your innocent skin and dirty your perfect glasses.”
There goes the surprise. Leaning up, I kiss him to stop myself from yelling at him and chase my own release for once, letting it fill me up until I’m shaking and begging him to fuck me harder.
The orgasm feels so good that I gasp when he abruptly pulls away, his shaking hands hastily pulling off the condom as he jumps to his feet. “Get on your knees,” he commands. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
I slide onto the floor with almost no grace at all, staring up at him as he stands in front of me. I feel so small down here, but so precious. So… seen, that I don’t care what a mess he’s about to make of me.
Watching his muscles ripple from this position as he feverishly strokes himself has my thighs clenching.
His deep, heavy breaths blend with my short, desperate ones, and when his entire body stiffens I brace myself for what he’s about to give me.
“Riley,” he groans just as his cock pulses between his fingers, and cum begins to shoot and ooze from his gorgeous thick cock.
He paints my face, streaks plopping down on my lenses, and obscuring my vision, but I don’t need to see him to know how much he likes it. The little whimpers he’s letting out tell me everything I need to know.
When his cock bumps against my lips, I don’t hesitate to suck him in and clean it off. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I needed to know what he tastes like.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, his cock pulsing against my tongue as more oozes out of him, and he whispers Spanish praises I only halfway understand. At least they all sound nice enough.
I swallow it all and pull back with a grin, still unable to see him. “I’m sure you look cute up there.”
That makes him chuckle, his thumb swiping more of his cum into my mouth before he slowly removes my glasses.
Those infuriating dimples are on full display, however blurry, and they still make me swoon a little bit. “Alright, I’m blind down here,” I laugh. “They’re not just for decoration.”
“I know. Let’s go clean you off, cupcake. You’re a beautiful mess.”
I don’t know about beautiful, but I’m definitely a mess — a sated, happy, jelly-legged mess.
Things could be worse.