Page 38 of Rivals

“Reign.” She calls my name softly, her breathing picking up while I’m driving her closer and closer to her peak. My palm grazes her clit as I pump fingers into her over and over, curling them to hit that spot I know will set her off.

“Yes, Riles?”

“You have to stop, what if we get caught?”

I laugh, before bringing my lips back down to hers, kissing her thoroughly. “If you want to stop me, you’re going to have to scream. We both know you don’t want me to stop, babe. I can feel the way your pussy squeezes my fingers, sucking them in deeper. You’re going to come all over them. I want your juices running down my hand.” I shove my fingers deeper one final time and she does come, biting her lip even while her moans leak out. One of her hands tangles in my hair, sending shivers down my spine, and the other grips my suit jacket in a death grip. Her eyes are hooded, but I don’t let her break eye contact with me. I love watching her face when she comes, love knowing I made her feel that good.

Before Riley can come back to herself or try to stop me for real, I withdraw my fingers and spin her around, bending her over the nearest desk. I waste no time kicking her legs apart, moving behind her, and working her underwear farther down her legs.

“Reign, you have to hurry or we could get caught.” She twists in my grip, her head turning to the side as much as she can with my hand on her back, holding her down. My lips tip up, hearing the needy, desperate note in her voice now.

“Mm, making you come first always turns you into such a good girl.” I rub my hand over her back and see goosebumps break out over her skin.

“Reign, please.” She moans, her back arching slightly. Her voice edges on being panicked but also filled with lust.

I guide my cock between her legs before shoving inside her, filling her up in one brutal plunge. “Fuck. You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

She whimpers, her fingers curling over the edge of the desk while I rock into her steadily, bracing one hand on her hip and moving the other to grab a fistful of her hair with the other.

“Oh god, Reign.”

I groan out loud, thrusting into her harder, feeling her pussy pulse and squeeze my cock. “I need you to come again, babe.”

Her hips tilt up, allowing my hand that was on her hip to slide under her skirt and rub her clit, eliciting another moan from her lips. I should probably cover her mouth. We’re in an abandoned classroom, but it’s still during the school day hours. Being caught wouldn’t bother me, but I know it would hurt Riley. The last thing I want is for her to think I would do that to her or allow her to be in a position for it to happen. “You feel amazing, Riles. Come again for me, soak my cock for me, babe. Own me like I own you.”

Riley shatters beneath me, her hips grinding, while breathy little cries for more pour from her lips. I slam into her over and over, prolonging her release while chasing my own. I let myself push as deep as I can get, before coming hard inside her.

We’re both breathless and panting hard and as much as I want to collapse on top of her, we have more pressing issues. “As much as I wish I could stay inside your sweet pussy all day, we need to get you cleaned up before the lunch bell is over and the classrooms start to fill up.”

“Oh my god.” She pushes at me, and I slide out of her, immediately hating the space between us. I grab some Kleenex off the teacher’s desk and help clean her up, bringing her underwear back up her knees and covering what’s mine.

Riley runs her fingers through her hair before pulling out her ponytail and re-tying it up in a top-knot. I run my own hands through my locks before straightening my tie again. “We look like we fucked. This is hopeless.”

I laugh at the look of despair on her face. “It’s not terrible. You look like I made out with you for sure, but half the students coming back from lunch look like that. Let’s get out of here though.”

I usher her out of the room, taking her hand with mine and relaxing once she tightens her hold. We manage to make it to our lockers and get what we need for our next class. No one says anything or stops us and slowly Riley comes back to herself. I let an easy smile play on my lips. At the door of her class room, I stop her and pull her phone from her blazer jacket.

“Text him.”

Her eyes widen and she takes the phone from me. “You’re serious.”

“It’s more dangerous for him to keep contacting you, babe,” I deadpan. Her eyes narrow.

“I already told him I wasn’t interested and that the past is the past. He’s doing this to get a rise out of you.”

I shrug. “And I’ll show him just how wrong he was when we meet on the ice later this week. In the meantime, I want him to know that he failed to lure you in. You won’t be by his side when I knock his ass out at the game.”

Riley’s eyes drop to her phone and she types out a response, lets me read it, then hits send. Smirking, I pull her in and drop a kiss on her lips. She’s too stunned to move when I take her phone and effectively block his number before deleting the message chain.

“Thorn.”

“Bye, babe. I’ll see you after class.” I wink at her while she huffs and crosses her arms. My feet take me down the hall, and it isn’t until I’m halfway to the next class do I realize I’m still smiling.

Riley: There is nothing to say. Don’t contact me again.

She was cold and straight to the point in her message to him. I couldn’t be prouder. And the stirring in my heart is making me realize I am falling in love with Riley Conrad.

Riley

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