Page 12 of Rivals

Riley’s mouth opens then closes, like she isn’t sure what to say or do. An intense high takes over my brain and spreads through my chest. “I’m going to taste this pretty pussy now. I can stop if you don’t want it.” I give her an out even while knowing I wouldn’t actually stop if she said to. I’d just try harder to coax her. There’s nothing my girl loves more than a challenge. My girl. Fuck. What is happening to me?

Riley glances away, but her cheeks flush pink, the blush spreading down, over her naked chest. “No, don’t. I want it.”

I want to beat my chest like a caveman. To parade around and shout to the entire camp, to the whole town, that Riley Conrad wants me to make a meal out of her perfect pussy. I keep my gaze locked on hers while I dip down and plant a kiss on her clit. Her body tenses and her pupils bleed out, making her brown eyes as dark as coffee. A small whimper escapes her lips as I use my tongue to part her folds, using my fingers to hold her open while I lap and suck her.

Her fingers tighten on the strands of my hair, but I don’t let up. I fucking devour her, my tongue sliding over her clit, lashing against the little bud until her thighs shake. She tastes even better than I thought she would. She arches her back pushing closer to my face. I use one of my arms to band around her waist, holding her hostage while licking her with determined swipes of my tongue. Her moans become breathy and gasping. It was a good call to make it down to the lake and away from everyone. I never want anyone else to ever see Riley this way. This is for my eyes only. I keep working her clit with my tongue, giving it bites with my teeth and establishing a rhythm that makes her body grow stiff before breaking my hold. My hands clasp her hips while she shudders, wringing out the last of her release all over my chin and lips.

Only once Riley goes limp do I pull back and reach for her shorts and underwear, sliding them up her legs and covering her. My tongue swipes over my lips because she looks absolutely wrecked. She’s pink and flushed, a slight sheen of sweat coats her skin, and her hair is falling out of her bun. I did that to her. She can’t deny it. Riley slings her arm over her eyes and I chuckle while grabbing her discarded t-shirt.

“Are you…are you sure, you don’t want me to…?”

I glance down at her and her eyes move from mine to the bulge I’m packing in my gym shorts. Fuck yes, I want her lips wrapped around my dick again, but something tells me that if I push that right now then I’ll lose her in this moment by making it about me and not just about her. “Not tonight, Riles. We still have two days left of camp. Plenty of time to trade some more favors.”

She grunts and rises onto her elbows, dislodging herself from under me. I hand her the t-shirt and she takes it, slipping it back over her. My heart sinks now that her body is hidden from me again and I want to come up with all new creative ways to talk her into keeping this up. I get to my feet and swipe the sand off my knees before reaching down to help her up. Once I’m convinced she’s standing steadily, I grab my hoodie and turn away from us to shake the sand off of it. Riley giggles behind me.

“Good luck. You’re going to need to wash that.”

Knowing she’s right, I fold it over my shoulder and use my other free hand to slide my fingers between hers. Riley shoots me a look and holds up our entwined hands. “What are you doing, Reign?”

“For someone who just came harder than she’s ever come in her life, how about you just say thank you, Reign, and let me walk you to your cabin.”

She stops and turns, a mischievous little smile that I’m not sure I like tugs at her lips. “You think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life?”

I see red. I instantly want to hunt down and beat anyone else who may have touched her. What’s the point of enacting the ban on her if some idiot snuck in? I lean down to her eye level and let her see the darkness in me. There’s a curious glint in her dark orbs, as if she really wants to know what I’ll say. So different than her usual defiance when she’s not baiting me. I relax, but only a little.

“I would bet that since you came all over my face and chest and soaked my hoodie that yeah it was, babe. You can lie if you want to, but I know your tells.” And just to drive my point home I grasp the back of her neck and pull her in for another hard kiss. She gasps in surprise and I waste no time sliding my tongue between her lips and letting her taste herself all over my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I kiss her dirty, possessively, her hands clutching my sides and I can feel the little daggers of her nails pushing into my flesh.

When I finally let her go, her chest is heaving, her eyes are dark, and her lips are puffy and red. She’s stunned and can barely form words now. I decide I like her this way the best and take her hand again. We’re both silent as we navigate the trail back to her cabin. Once we walk into the clearing, I notice all the lights are officially out in the girls’ cabins and it’s eerily quiet. I have no idea how long we were at the beach, but apparently past curfew. We reach her cabin and Riley pulls her hand from mine. I glare at her as she sticks out her tongue and runs up to the door, closing it behind her before I can protest. Scoffing, I make my way back to my own cabin.

My feelings and thoughts are all over the place. The only thing I am determined about is that I want Riley at my mercy again, only next time, I want my name being screamed from her lips. I’m not even sure if I could stop at just one or two more times. I get twitchy thinking about our time here slowly counting down and then we’ll be back in the real world. At each other’s throats, rivals, while our schools do their best to tear each other apart. Riley is a Pirate, at public school, and away from me every day. That thought bothers me, and I suddenly feel like an addict that can’t go without her for days at a time. For the first time in years, I regret that she didn’t get that scholarship. I need to figure something out. Just in case I can’t let her go.

Riley

It’s been a week since we left camp. Seven days since I felt Reign’s lips on mine and came on his fingers and his tongue. He hadn’t been joking about curbing an appetite for the rest of our time at camp. I felt like if I wasn’t playing hockey, I was under Reign, over Reign or on my knees for Reign. Because yes, I was trying to curb my hunger for him as well. It was like we were both trying to get the other out of our systems with the harsh kisses, the caresses against naked skin and multiple orgasms. It wasn’t really working. The more I had of Reign, the more I wanted him. Until the last night when it all came crashing down.

“Fuck this pussy gets so wet for me, doesn’t it? I think you like being my little puck-slut, Riles.” He groans against my bare chest, his lips pulling at my hardened nipple, while he sinks two fingers into my core. My hips lift into his palm and my eyes slam shut at the dirty words he says. I never want to know where he learned to talk like that but it works. I know how wet I get for him.

“Please, Reign,” I moan aloud, my inner muscles squeezing around his fingers while chasing the orgasm he’s holding just out of my reach.

I glance up and our eyes meet. His mirror mine, full of heat and hunger. He drops his lips to mine. “I don’t think I’ll be able to let this go between us. When we leave tomorrow, I’m going to be dropping by your house daily to hook up.”

Somehow I manage to scoff while his fingers still pump in and out, creating magic between my thighs. “I thought the point of this was to get it out of our systems.”

He pulls back, biting his lip and looking down to where his fingers disappear. His tongue runs over his bottom lip where his teeth just were. “Maybe if we fucked it out of our systems it would work. As much as I like eating your delicious pussy and making you fall apart around my fingers, it’s also a form of tortuous foreplay.”

My body stiffens and that orgasm I was so close to having crests and dies slowly. I can’t have sex with Reign. I can’t let him find out I’m a virgin, not that he couldn’t expect as much with how every male in our town stays away from me. If I lose my virginity to Reign, it will be over; he will take it as a challenge won. And once he has fucked me out of his system, I don’t know how I’ll feel about it. It’s just my virginity, it doesn’t make me who I am, but it sure as shit feels too personal to give to someone who hated me a week ago. And it’s Reign.

I use my arms to push him away as hard as I can. Reign comes up to his knees, his fingers falling from between my legs. His eyes widen in surprise. I roll mine in response, all the heat in my body cooling. I make a tsking noise with my tongue and scramble off the bed. “Geez Thorn, what a tempting offer for the first time. At hockey camp in a dingy little utility cabin.”

He seems stunned as I start putting on my clothes, not bothering to give him the time of day. I slip my shoes on and make it to the door before he finally reacts. Reign’s arm shoots out, grabbing me by the waist, turning my body to his and pinning us to the door. My angry eyes land on his icy blue ones, now clouded with confusion.

“What the hell just happened right now, Riles?”

I glance over his shoulder, desperate for him to not see the inner conflict my body and my brain are having. “Nothing. You offered to fuck me in the cabin and I politely declined. Now I’m going back to my bunk to sleep.”

“Babe, you know I like the chase, but I don’t think we want your whole camp to know.” He jokes and my insides flare with anger.

I place a hand on his chest and push against him, putting some distance between his body and mine. “There is nothing to know. We messed around, it’s out of my system, and tomorrow we go back to our respective places and lives.”

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