Page 9 of Rivals

“Please?” I manage to choke out, feeling my heart pound faster in my chest.

Reign continues trailing open mouth kisses along my neck, my collarbone and across my chest. He never lets up and I swear he’s going to leave a mark on my skin. His large hands grip my ass and my back holding me immobile in his muscular arms. “You know what I think? I think you do want to get on your knees for me, Riley. In fact, I think you wouldn’t even need a challenge to do it.”

My throat goes dry at his words. “Why would I ever want to get on my knees for a Saint?”

He laughs, taking his lips from my skin, but his hands still run over me. “You would if I challenged you, and you know it. Be brave, Conrad and I’ll even do you a favor of keeping it a secret.”

“That’s not the favor I would want.” I pull back from him, enjoying the way he follows me like his body is refusing to put distance between us.

His cool eyes run all over me, creating heat and fire in their wake. “What would be your favor then?”

I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. I don’t know how I tell him I wouldn’t want it to be a challenge in the first place. I should just end this here and now. Going back to my cabin would be the smart thing to do.

Reign’s hand reaches out, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pushes me down to my knees. “This is the favor I’ll give you, Riles. Put my dick in your mouth, and I won’t tell anyone. Do a good job and I might let you do it again.”

Anger lights up my veins and I’m pissed at myself because it also turns me on. He’s trying to turn this moment into something it’s not. I refuse to play his game. My lips turn up in a little smirk, my hands reaching for the button on his jeans, swiping it one go. Reign’s brow rises.

Even though he could clearly overpower me with his size and strength, I feel like the one in charge. I feel powerful at this moment with the little control he’s letting go of. Even on my knees, I feel that he is the one under my spell, captive to what I’m about to do to him. About to do for the first time. “You might have to help me out here.”

His brow rises and then understanding dawns on him. I watch his myriad of expressions: surprise, disbelief, triumph, and finally possession cross his face. He takes a hold of his cock and pulls it out of his jeans. My eyes widen slightly. I don’t have much to compare him to, but his cock is huge. Thick. I doubt I can fit him in my mouth let alone far down my throat. I feel anxious suddenly, and very much the clueless virgin I am.

“Open your mouth, babe,” he commands, his voice deep and gravely.

My lips part, and he guides his cock between them and shoves inside. My hands fly to his hips, and my brain screams for oxygen. “You look so beautiful right now, Riles. Your mouth feels so good. You were made to suck my cock, weren’t you?”

His hand tangles in my hair and he thrusts gently. “That’s it, babe. Open wider, relax your throat. You’re fucking perfect.”

My eyes burn and I can’t breathe, but fuck if I am not determined. Reign is coming undone above me. His eyes are glossed over, his cheek bones tinged red, and he’s watching me like I am the best thing he’s ever seen. I love the way his hands tighten in my hair when I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick before gliding it along his length. His body shudders and then his hips snap forward.

I listen to my body and to his filthy words telling me what to do. I follow his instructions, hollowing my lips and start to suck. Reign hisses and his head is thrown back. He pushes until he hits the back of my throat, pumping in and out of my mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his hand caressing my head. I moan around him, clearly liking his choice of words and names tonight. It feels like we’re taking a reprieve from our usual rivalry and I wonder how much this will cost me later. I can’t think about it now though. Not when I’m enjoying Reign Thorn at my mercy.

“You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you, babe? This is the only place you belong, on your knees for me. My good little whore,” he grunts, his hand yanking my head closer, pushing his cock deeper in my throat as a hot jet of his salty release spills down my throat. It doesn’t all fit in my mouth, and I can feel some of it slipping out the sides.

Reign backs up, his cock slipping out, and he tucks himself back in. His eyes eat up every part of me and I shakily get back on my feet, my chest heaving a little. “Shit, that’s hot, babe.”

He swipes his thumb at the corner of my lips and I can’t help the proud little smile that lifts my lips. Reign’s arms wrap around me, pulling my body into his. “One of these days, I’m going to spread you out and make you my private meal. You deserve better than the forest floor and if I was sure no one was looking for us, I’d eat your pussy right now, but we’re on borrowed time.”

What is happening? Reign’s offer should not be so appealing to me. My body shudders and I take one last second to enjoy his scent, the weight of his arms around me, and his dirty talk. This was a challenge to him. I know that’s all it is and all it will ever be. There is no way Reign could want me. That we could ever lay down our swords and be anything but what this was. I’m going to call it an experience. And from the way he was going on about it, I’d say the little virgin did a hell of a job. I won’t expect more from him. I don’t even know what more with Reign would be.

Shaken, I let him take my hand and lead me back to where the trails to our separate campsites start. We don’t talk or discuss what just happened. Both of us are just content to let it go. It might come back to bite me in the ass later, but I decide I’ll deal with it then. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy it. If anything, I could just repeat back to him all the depraved things he said to me. I let go of his hand to go to my cabin, but Reign just pulls me in. Confused, my eyes jump to his, widening.

“What?”

He half scoffs and laughs before his lips dip down to mine, giving me a soft, sweet kiss. Then, without a word, Reign turns and heads to his trail. I watch his back retreat, wondering what that was all about before I force my steps toward the trail I need to take in order to get to my cabin. The campsite is quiet, a few small giggles from the girls still awake. Thankfully there is no movement from across the way where our coaches are sleeping. I’m not sure how they slept through sirens in the distance, but I won’t question my luck. All I can think about as my head hits the pillow is what a fucking night.

Reign

Twitchy. That’s the only way to explain what I’ve been feeling all day. I’m on edge and I know my team can sense it. They’ve been eyeing me warily since our weight session this morning and now that we’re on our way out to the field for dryland practice, they’ve given me a wide berth. Even Leif is hesitant to interrupt the train of thought that has been on loop in my head all morning. The reason I’m strung tight and can barely form sentences unless it’s to bark orders at someone. Brown eyes, turning molten as they stared up at me with a hint of innocence while my cock was thrusting between her pretty pink lips. Riley, my enemy, the one girl I swore up and down was untouchable just about brought me to my knees last night. I had initiated it as a challenge, thinking she would back out, and I would have a real reason to step away from her. A reminder to keep my hands off of her body.

I had fully intended on ratting her out at the party. I purposefully followed her into the woods, knowing the cops were following. My perfectly laid plan to ruin the rest of her summer as payback for the shake incident, went up in flames when she guessed my intentions and jumped me. I can’t even explain what happened to my body. The minute her weight settled against mine, her curves and warm skin, her fresh picked strawberry scent, my brain betrayed me. It felt right to have her there. Mine. That’s the only thought I could form and it chanted in my brain the entire time her silky lips kissed mine, while my tongue ran along hers and ate up her taste. I could tell when she pulled away that she was just as conflicted as I was and it pissed me the fuck off. It felt so right to have my hands all over her, even when I’m supposed to hate her. I couldn’t stop myself from continuing to touch her and my confusion skyrocketed further when I challenged her to get on her knees and she wanted to.

I had the best blow job of my life and it came from the girl who’s off-limits. And I want it again. I want to devour her mouth and find out if she tastes as sweet everywhere else. I want to see her skin flush pink and to hear that cute-as-fuck moan in my ears again. So yeah, I’m twitchy. The girl I thought I hated, I might not hate at all. Or I just want to fuck her out of my system. See…twitchy.

“You need to quit glaring at the freshman.” Carter walks up next to me, nodding in the direction I had been looking at, completely zoned out. I wasn’t even paying attention to my team, but I knew that was the direction the girls usually come from.

“Tell them not to be so sensitive.”

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