Chapter 27
TRICK
After texting our friends to make sure everyone is okay, we settle down, lying on top of the bed covers, still fully clothed. I take the icepack off my eye.
“How does it look?”
She looks pained, scrunching her forehead. “Like you got punched in the eye. It’s starting to turn colors and it’s still puffy.”
I nod and loosen my tie. “Don’t worry Fifi. It looks worse than it feels.” It’s a lie, but it’s for a good cause. She gently kisses my cheek. I hold in the wince and take the bottle of Tylenol from the bedside table and pop a couple.
“What a night. That’s not how I envisioned the Ball would go.”
“No, but at least we ended up here. And we’re alone. That was nice of Pammy to invite Ricci and Nina back to her place.”
“She’s a romantic—her words, not mine—she wanted to give us alone time.”
“Time alone before you get thrown in the slammer?” She’s teasing more than serious
I laugh, loving the tease in her.
“Don’t joke about that. If I go, you go. I’ll claim you were the brains behind everything. And they’ll believe me.”
She giggles and then sobers up. “I hope Vincent is okay.”
Before I can start an apology for punching out her brother, she stops me.
“I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m impressed that you held back from punching him as long as you did.”
“You saw the whole thing?”
She nods and my chest expands so hard I’m afraid I’ll pop the buttons of my only dress shirt as a small smile blossoms on her face that I could swear is pride.
I gather her in my arms and nudge her dress further off her shoulder.
“I wish I didn’t miss your fashion show. I bet it was cinema.”
“It was epic cinema.”
I laugh. “I do like this dress, but…” I push the neckline down further and discover she’s not wearing a bra. My entire body reacts instantly like I’ve turned into a fourteen-year-old looking at my first porn.
But before I can do more than cup her breast in my hand, she asks, “Didn’t you say you had a gift for me?”
I’m partly deflated, partly excited in a new way, like a little kid bringing an apple to his first-grade teacher he’s crushing on.
“I do.” I haul myself out of bed, adjusting my pants. She giggles at that.
And then I remember I left the gift in my jacket pocket—the one I left at the MUB in our rush to get out of there.
“What is it?”
I tell her.
“No big deal. We can call tomorrow and ask about their Lost and Found. I left my coat there too.”
I nod, but the prospect of tomorrow brings some heavy subjects to mind. And one good thing.
“You know why I was late getting to the Ball?”
“Do I have to guess?”
“I had a very interesting conversation with a guy named Dart.”
She laughs until I tell her what he had to say about an NIL deal.
She’s up on her knees, her eyes lit up with excitement as I take her in my arms.
“Up to 50K?”
I nod. Then I pull her dress down all the way and help her out of it.
Leaning in, I nuzzle the hollow between her neck and shoulder. “Is all this talk of 50K turning you on?”
She kisses my temple and caresses my face, turning me on harder than I already was. “You’re cheating.”
I press her back into the pillow and skim my hands over her hot creamy skin, all the way from her throat, down past her naval, trailing my fingers close enough to her pussy that she squirms.
“How am I cheating?” Her eyes flutter as I tease her with my finger tips, enjoying the look on her face.
“I don’t remember.” My mouth trails down her Neck to her collar bone, then dips between her full round breasts.
She chuckles softly and runs her fingers through my hair in a light, sensual motion that makes me groan.
Her chuckle is more convincing this time. “You’re so easy, Trick. Imagine if I were touching more sensitive parts—”
My fingers plunge into her folds and I bite down on her nipple, forcing her to stop talking as she makes a sexy sound from deep in her throat.
“Oooh… Trick…”
“Yes?” I circle her hardened nipple with my tongue, flicking it, as I watch her face. My fingers stroke her creamy folds, finding her center. Her hips lunge upward and she moans.
“Don’t stop…” she says in a tortured whisper.
“What if I have a desperate need to taste you, to lick all that creamy goodness—”
“Please…” She circles her hips and pulls me close. “Do whatever you want.” Her eyes are glossy and her face agonized with anticipation.
My reflex action to that invitation is to kiss her mouth, to press my lips hard to hers and then find her tongue with mine. Her hand tangles in my hair, pressing me until there’s no air between us. Nothing separating us.
Her breathing sounds as desperate for air as mine. I lift my mouth from hers and trail it down her body, her heady scent guiding me to her pussy.
She spreads her legs and murmurs my name over and over as I find her nub, smooth and glistening and pulsing with a sensitive one-lick-and-I’ll-explode-in-your-mouth look, tempting me, shouting at me.
Inhaling her scent deeply until my cock cries, I lower my mouth and lick, drinking her in as she wriggles, twitching wildly and clenching my hair in her fists.
“Oh my god, don’t stop. Trick…”
Circling her clit, I close in, kissing and nibbling as the sounds she makes grow more desperate and she promises me something if I make her come.
“I promise… don’t stop… “
I stop. “What do you promise, Fifi?” I growl, curious and needing to see her face.
Our eyes catch. She looks wild and sexy and my cock twitches in pain, needing her as much as she needs me.
“Whatever… you want.” She pants, tense like she’s on the edge of a black hole abut to be sucked in.
I smile at her and dip my head, my mouth going down on her pussy, my tongue finding her clit unerringly, and I flick. Again and again. And I don’t stop, not even when she bucks her hips and clenches, threatening to suffocate me.
Her indecipherable moans, the wordless noises that come from deep inside her, the tense vibrating of her body, grip me and suck me into her orbit of ecstasy.
It’s like I’m feeling what she’s feeling. I find my hand going to my cock reflexively and stop it, lifting myself up, I rise to capture her mouth and let her taste what I’ve been tasting.
“Oh my god, Trick. You’re so unbelievable, so giving and—”
“So hungry to be inside you.”
“Please.”
She watches me while I grab a condom from her bedside table where she stashed a supply.
“Let me…”
I hand it to her. Who am I to deprive her?
She gives a shaky smile and it’s my turn to watch her as we move so she can slip the condom over my twitchy, barely under control cock.
I clench my jaw.
“You’re… dripping.” She lifts one side of her mouth as if she’s proud of her accomplishment.
“Guess you were right. I’m easy.”
Pressing her back down to the bed, I hold her and roll her on top of me until she’s straddling my hips.
“I suppose you want me to impale myself with your cock now?”
“Makes sense.” I keep my eyes on hers and keep my jaw clenched. “How about right now?”
I lift her hips and place her opening above the tip of my cock, then lower her in one long stroke. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens, wordless as my hands shake and pure pleasure simmers through me, feeling her envelope me with her snug heat.
“Fuck, that feels good.” A shudder goes through me and I don’t dare move, gathering myself for a beat.
“So good,” she murmurs, moving.
I clamp my hand on her hips again. “Not yet Sugar Lips.”
She smiles. I ease up.
She disobeys, rising and plunging back down on me so hard my eyeballs roll back in my head and my balls nearly explode.
I’m gone. Re-gripping her hips, I move her and she lets me control the pace as I grunt, sweat dripping with the effort to hold back, concentrating on her face.
But as she moves up and down over me, leaning forward, lost in the moment, her breasts bounce, moving like miraculous mounds of pleasure, the motion jiggling the pliable round flesh.
“Oh my god, Fi.. Fi…” I let out a growl that comes up from my balls as I thrust and let go, gushing my load and pumping as pulse after pulse of pleasure and cum leaves me.
She screams my name and collapses onto me, holding me tight and we whisper into each others ears. I don’t know what I’m saying. I hear her soft words of praise and return them.
We’re like mirrors, in tune, the same, two connected parts of a whole.
I open my eyes and turn us onto our sides. When she smiles and opens her mouth to say something, I cover it it with a kiss.
There’s only one scent better than fresh brewed coffee in the morning.
Nothing beats the lingering scent of sex in the air, in the sheets and on her body as I turn to her.
I’m awake before Fifi, but I don’t disturb her, content to stay in bed while I wrangle with the return of reality crowding out my pleasure.
There will be a hella fallout to deal with today.
She finally opens her eyes and groans. “It’s morning already?”
I nod. “Time to face the music.”
“Let’s have coffee first. Anyone back from Pammy’s?”
“Nope. I’ll get the coffee. You chill and put yourself together.”
She obliges, and when I bring two cups of coffee into the bedroom, I close the door behind me in case the roommates return sooner rather than later.
I sit on the side of the bed next to her and hand her a cup. “You know our families are going to find out.”
She nods, and I notice her hand shake, almost spilling the coffee.
“When he finds out, Dad will insist that I can’t see you again or he’ll cut me off.”
I flinch. She looks miserable. “If…” I clear my throat and gather every ounce of courage to tell her what she needs to hear. “If you need to promise you won’t see me—”
“Why would I do that? Trick, I have no intentions—”
“Are you sure? It’s a lot to ask you to give up for…” I still don’t know what I have to give her besides what we have right now.
“It’s what I signed up for. And, anyway, I need to stand on my own two feet. Carmela’s right. He may cut me off financially like he did with her, but he won’t disown me. He’ll come around. Mom will make sure of it.”
I nod. “If we don’t tell them soon, they’ll find out from Vincent.”
“We should be the ones to tell them,” she says.
I nod. “Today. Together.” Because there’s no way I’m letting her face Leo alone, even if I have to take a hit—I mean a literal punch in the nose—knowing I can’t hit back. I stroke my cheekbone where Vincent hit me. It’s sore, but okay. It’s sore, but I’m an expert at ignoring minor dings.
“But we’ll tell my family first. They’ll be easier.” Not by much, but they’ll be easier on her for sure.
Fifi nods. “In the meantime, we should probably check social media.”
It’s my turn to nod.
She swallows hard before turning on her phone. It lights up with a clamor, and I watch her scroll in silence for a full minute.
Then she shakes her head and tosses the phone aside. “It’s crazy. You’re trending.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “No. Not anymore, now that we’re not hiding our relationship. The media-verse has decided Vincent is the bad guy. Most of them.”
“That’s something. Not sure what coach or the UNH administration will think.”
“You’re not worried, are you? The fight wasn’t your fault.”
“Maybe we can get out ahead of it.” It’s not like I have anything to lose, and I might get some positives from leaning into it while I’m trending. “So according to Dart—you remember him?—the bigger my following on social media, the more money my NIL deals will be worth.”
Fifi sits up straighter. “What do you have in mind?”
I lie on the bed in sweats and a t-shirt, unshaven and my hair messy while Fifi sets up my phone on a tripod.
“You might want to lose the shirt for the video. I hear shirtless will maximize views and follows.”
I laugh. “You’re not above pandering to the masses by using my sex appeal, I see? I should feel like I’m being used.”
She arches a brow. “Do you?”
“No. I should have thought of it myself.” I lift the shirt over my head and toss it. “We need this to work because we need the money, sweet lips.” I feel responsible for the possibility that she might be cut off financially.
And I don’t want to think of the possibility—albeit remote—that I could be expelled if the campus police ever catch up with me. Then we’d be two poor ex-college students without jobs, money, or family to fall back on.
Granted, that’s the worst-case scenario, and highly unlikely, but I’m not taking chances, and I throw myself into the narrative.
Fifi aims the camera at me while I lie propped on one elbow, shirtless, holding a can of Red Bullet and tell the story behind the fight with Vincent.
“I bear no ill will toward the feisty young man, though he has a better right hook than I gave him credit for.”
Fifi joins me in front of the camera, wearing her glam hockey jersey, and hands me an ice pack. I put it over my eye, wincing. Then I end with my best smirk.
“And that’s a wrap.” Fifi jumps off the bed and turns off the video. She replays the clip for us to watch and edit.
“I hope Dart doesn’t rethink the NIL deal. It would be the shortest deal in the history of college sports.”
“You did a great job of explaining things in the video. I don’t see how anyone could see you as the bad guy.”
“Especially when it’s you I was fighting for.” I take my phone and post the video on my IG account.
“Let’s dress and get going before Vincent blows this all up on us.”
“On it.”
While we’re dressing, Fifi gets a call from Carmela because she saw social media posts of the fight. Connor asks to speak with me and lambasts me for keeping secrets.
“We’re getting ready now to go to Trick’s, then our house to tell all.”
“Good.”
“Any advice?”
“Duck quickly.”
I laugh, but my gut twists. If Leo throws a punch at me, I can hold my temper and take it, but if he gets angry enough to touch Fifi… I don’t even want to think about it.
We hang up and I hit my mother’s icon.
“I’m calling my mother to let her know we’ll be there in half an hour.”
Fifi nods and checks her watch, then watches me while Mom answers the phone and I tell her we’re coming. She’s not surprised.
“They know, Fifi.”