Chapter 13 Two Little Minutes
Two Little Minutes
RILEY
It takes us four tries to get all the green out of Lucy’s hair, but by the time we’re done, her hair looks better than ever. “See?” I spin her around to face the mirror, fluffing out her locks. “It’s like it never happened at all.”
“You’re a literal angel,” she says with reverence. “Seriously, is this why Sam’s been hiding you from us? We need to be friends.”
Sam’s not hiding me from anyone, I’m just so busy I typically don’t go to parties with her, and she usually goes elsewhere to hang out with her team. “Maybe she hid me to keep me away from the hazing,” I tease. “You guys don’t pull any punches, do you?”
Lucy laughs. “Hell no. Those fuckers have it coming. I’ll chop off his stupid man bun as soon as I have a chance. They’ve released mice into our locker room, called us with fake STI results, stolen our underwear, multiple guys have fucked with our hair — and that’s not even half of it.”
Absolutely barbaric. Some of that sounds illegal, not just immoral.
It gives me hope that if I push forward with this, I can actually stick it to Eli and all the idiots like him who think they’re above the rest of us just because they play a sport.
And hell, maybe I’ll get an A in the process. “And this happens every year?”
“Yeah, but not the same people,” she explains. “The tradition is the senior guys haze us juniors, but luckily the senior girls help us get them back. It’s so dumb, but it brings us girls together and it usually causes at least two fist fights with the guys. Funny how it backfires like that, huh?”
Yeah, funny. Not archaic or stupid at all. “So you actually… like it?”
“No,” she scoffs. “They hide behind the word ‘tradition’ to make our lives hell for a few months and if we didn’t retaliate we’d just be victims. I don’t know about you, but as a woman I feel victimized enough.
It feels good to pay them back. If I had it my way though I’d just kick them all in the nuts and call it a day. How’d you end up with Reyes?”
And this, Lucy, is why we can’t be friends.
I’m already lying to enough people, and as much as I wish I could tell her the truth, I know I can’t.
I’m playing the long game here, and if I play my cards right…
it sounds like I could help more than just myself.
“You know how it goes,” I deflect. “Jock sees shiny thing, jock woos shiny thing, and here we are.”
She groans, her head falling back with an exasperated sigh.
“Yeah, I definitely know how it goes. He’s not hazing this year — which is hilarious considering the amount of shit he talked last semester, but I’m glad to see he’s choosing you instead.
He’s good to you, right? I’ll haze his ass as a thank you payment and no one ever has to know but us. ”
“That’s okay. As fun as it sounds, he doesn’t deserve it.” He deserves worse, far worse, I’m just not letting anyone take that glory from me. “But Vito on the other hand… him I’ll help you with.” Grinning, I sit down with a pen and paper. “What ideas did you have?”
With my stomach in inexplicable knots, I knock on Eli’s door for the second time today.
When a gorgeous redhead opens the door I assume it’s the girl Vito was talking about, and behind her is Eli standing next to his roommate with a Switch controller in his hand.
Both of them are seemingly in the middle of a very intense game of Mario Kart, but I can’t help but feel a strange tinge of jealousy at the brunette sitting on the couch cheering my fake boyfriend on.
“Hi. Which one are you here for?”
The redhead steps aside for me to enter, and I nod to Elias. “That one. I’m Riley.”
“Oh, I’m Erin. That’s my best friend Alexa. Want a drink?”
Eli turns around and notices me then, a grin overtaking his face as he tosses the remote aside like he immediately doesn’t care about the game, and I can’t lie… his smile is infectious.
“Hey, cupcake. You came back.”
In seconds he’s lifting me up to straddle his torso and pressing me against the closed door.
“Woah,” Erin says with a chuckle, but his lips find mine just as Vito yells at him for ditching their race.
I don’t care. It feels better than it should knowing he doesn’t give a shit about Alexa, or anyone but me. It doesn’t feel very fake.
Maybe that’s a problem.
“Of course I did. I told you I would,” I grin, kissing him again and tugging his curls. “I was hoping we’d be alone.”
“You got it.” He carries me to his room and kicks his door closed, chuckling when Vito calls out that he’s whipped. “You get the green out of broccoli head’s hair?”
“Sure did. Also helped her think of a little retaliation, so don’t hate me,” I laugh, wiggling down to drop to my knees in front of him. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”
Elias bites his lip. “Damn. Yeah, that’ll definitely make up for it. Fuck that guy.”
I can already see the bulge in his jeans growing for me, so I take my time pulling him out, kissing his thighs, just brushing the head of his cock with my nose. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your game,” I say softly, licking up the underside of his shaft. “Would you like to go back?”
It jumps, his hips canting slightly in search of my tongue. “Huh? What game? Fuck all of them. Lick it again.”
I do, gripping the base to keep him steady as I lick and kiss all over his beautiful cock. I get a little lost there, honestly. Too lost.
“You look so good on your knees, Riley. Put it in your mouth and hold it there.”
My eyes flutter as I come back to the present and suck him in, drawing him in slowly and letting him rest on my tongue.
The exhale he releases is so deep it even calms me, his hand resting on my head as his body relaxes more with each passing second.
It convinces me to stay right here and get comfortable, not sucking, just holding him in my mouth as I look up to meet those red-brown, beautiful eyes.
I know what he did. I know what he’s doing. I know how we got here and how twisted it all is, and how easily I’ll betray him to further my own career.
But here, right now? All of that melts away.
He stares into my eyes like he’s feeling the same as I do, unsaid words hanging between us before floating away into the universe like they were never there at all.
We live in that moment for a while before he breaks the spell with a soft pet to the side of my face. “Suck.”
His cock pulses on my tongue, giving me something to chase as I roll his balls between my fingers and suck him like I haven’t seen him in years. It makes my clit throb and my stomach squirm, especially when he hisses and drops his jaw in pleasure. “Oh fuck,” he groans. “Don’t stop.”
Pulling off, I stand up and back toward his bed, grinning at him. “Oh, you said don’t stop? Whoops.”
“Riley!” he growls, rushing over to toss me on top of it. “Strip for me or I’ll rip it all off.”
Oh, poor me. I’m tempted to let him rip it off, but I don’t relish the thought of walking out there with no clothes on, so I stand back up to undress. Apparently I take too long though, because he rips off my thong in one tug and tosses me again.
Well then.
Smirking, I spread my legs for him. “What’s wrong, Eli? A little pent up?”
“Of course I am,” he admits. “Have you seen you?” He slaps down on my wet pussy, making me jerk. God, it shouldn’t feel that good.
“Got a condom?”
“Why? We did just fine without it, didn’t we?”
We did, but it was reckless and stupid and I can’t get addicted to it. I can’t. “Just use one, I know you have them. I don’t entirely trust my birth control because I don’t always remember to take it.”
Eli frowns a little but ultimately does as told, his expression soft again as he climbs onto the bed and slots between my legs. “Let me put it in without it real fast, then I’ll put it on.”
My heart beats harder. Did he hear me think I can’t get addicted to it? “Two minutes,” I rush out. “Just two.”
Setting the condom aside, Eli leans in to slide his cock along my clit, circling it perfectly before he sinks inside. “Goddamn, Riley,” he breathes, cock pulsing as he sits there buried and his lips find mine.
It’s so intimate it makes me shiver, but I don’t break that slow, steady kiss until it becomes too much. “What are you doing?” I whisper, not really expecting an answer. “What are you doing to me?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he admits with a huff. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
I can tell he didn’t mean to say that, because his eyes flash slightly before he dips down to start sucking a mark on my neck — as if there aren’t already enough there.
How long has it been? Twenty seconds? Forty? A lifetime?
“Eli, I—”
“Yeah, baby?”
He starts moving a little faster, gaze darkening as his chain hangs between us and he grinds perfectly against the spot that makes my eyelids flutter. Fuck. Was I counting? “You’re cheating,” I mumble, wrapping my legs around him.
“Never,” he whispers, biting my jaw slightly. “None of these bitches could ever compare.”
That’s not what I meant, but I can’t bring myself to tell him otherwise. How do I admit that I don’t want him to stop? That this feels too good to put anything between us?
“They better not.” Turning my head, I catch him in a messy kiss. “It’s been two minutes. Put it on.”
He bites my tongue before pulling away, his shiny cock hard between his thighs as he tears open the package and rolls it on without breaking eye contact. “You feel so good it makes me hate this thing.”
“I know,” I admit, guiding him back inside of me. “We’ll get used to it, I promise.”
“What birth control is it?” He instantly starts a brutal, deep pace, like this is the time to be talking about that at all.
“The pill. Why?”
He shakes his head as a response, sitting up to bend me in half so my legs are on his shoulders. “I’m the only one who’s had you raw, right?”
“Yes!” I gasp, gripping the sheets below me as he rails me into the mattress. “Yes, the only one.”
“Fuck yeah,” he groans, jaw tensing as he grips for leverage to fuck me impossibly harder. There’s no way they can’t hear his bed hitting the wall. “You’re the only one for me, too. Look at you that dick, cupcake.”
Fuck, he’s moving so fast they might not believe what they hear. It takes everything I’ve got to keep my moans just muffled, breathy gasps, especially as I glance over at his mirror, and find him watching us. It sends me over.
Feeling me clench has him growling, his eyes darkening as he fucks me through it so well it feels like there’s nothing in between us.
“See?” I whisper, dragging my lips across his jaw. “No difference at all.”
“Cause this pussy is fucking perfect. Fuck, I’m close.”
He lets my legs fall to his sides as his hips begin to falter, and I grip his chin to make him look at me. “Go on, baby. Give it to me.”
“I want to fill you up,” he rasps. “Fuck, Riley.”
His gaze meets mine as he lets go, his body stilling deep inside of me, and I swear I feel his warm cum flood my pussy as his cock throbs.
There’s no way my memory of the single time it happened is that good. “Elias… the condom…”
“It’s fine,” he breathes, catching me in a kiss as he grinds into me.
It’s distracting enough that I get lost there again, choosing to believe him. It’s fine, I just miss the way it feels, that’s all. My brain was giving me what I wanted. Nothing more.
When he finally stops so we can catch our breath, he pulls back from me with a smirk that has me nervous for what he’s about to say. “You were right, the condom broke.”
His cock pulses like it’s celebrating or something, and I just have to pray that I haven’t missed any doses recently.
Fuck.
“Great, so… great,” I huff, not knowing what else to say. My traitorous stomach flutters with the thought and god only knows my pussy loves it, but my brain knows better. “I’ll get new ones. Maybe yours are old or something.”
“I just got them. Maybe my cock just knew what he needed.”
He looks so fucking smug it makes me suspicious — condoms are strong, I’ve never had one break before. Not with anyone.
“Really?”
“Is it so bad my body wants yours as much as I do? It was a fluke. Next one will hold up, watch.”
I’m not sure if there’s such a thing as good or bad anymore, not with us. It’s all a jumbled mess of morally grey and lust red, reminding me of what a mess we’re in.
It just feels a little too good right now to care.