Page 55 of Fair Catch
I didn’t know what I would say, didn’t know what I would do, didn’t know if I would be worse off at the end of it all, or if it’d be the best decision of my life.
All I knew was that I had to try.
I had to see her.
I had to test the waters and see if she felt what I felt, too.
“Say a prayer for me, man,” I told Clay, clapping him on the back as I jogged off toward the locker room.
His laugh echoed behind me as he called out, “I’ll say a few.”
Riley
Chance Hughes stood in front of my desk, hands in the pockets of his khaki slacks, his bright blue eyes fixed on the Dalí print that hung on my wall. He wore a casual smirk, along with a navy-blue polo with his fraternity’s emblem on the chest pocket.
“This is cool,” he remarked, tilting his head a bit to look at it from a new angle. “And kind of creepy.”
I smiled. “That’s Dalí for you.”
He turned to face me with a soft smile, gaze wandering the length of my room before it settled on me again.
Chance Hughes was a junior. He was the Athletics Chair for his fraternity, loved to golf with his buddies, went to a timeshare in Myrtle Beach with his family every Christmas, and went to EDM festivals like it was his job.
That was all I knew about him, and as he crossed the room to me with hungry eyes, I had a feeling it was all I’d get to know about him.
And I was fine with that.
This was why I got on Minglr in the first place. This was what I’d been trying to make happen.
But now that it was actually happening…
I shook with nerves as he made his way to me, and he smiled a little more, tucking my hair behind one ear before he cupped my neck there.
“Nervous?” he asked.
A nod was all I could answer, because if I opened my mouth, I knew I’d ruin it. I knew I’d confess to him that casual sex wasn’t something I’d ever done or even considered before, and that the only reason I was even thinking about it now was because I was having unwanted surges of heat between my legs any time my roommate so much as looked at me, and I was clearly sexually frustrated, and that seemed to be tied into my performance on the field, and therefore I was just looking to have a little fun and relieve a little stress, but the act of having fun and relieving stress like this just stressed me out even more.
I clamped my mouth shut even tighter to keep from saying even a word of that.
And then, Chance Hughes kissed me.
It was… nice, that kiss. He cradled my neck still, free hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him as he groaned and deepened the pressure against my lips.
My eyes were still open, but his were closed, so I closed mine, too, and tried to mimic his noise, to moan like I was really into the kiss, too.
Fake it until you make it, right?
Chance backed me up until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I sat down, looping my arms around his neck and bringing him down with me. We bumped against the wall in the process, which made me laugh, and he smiled, too, slipping his hand under my shirt.
I shivered, only because his hand was ice cold against my warm stomach. He smirked wider though, like his touch was unraveling me as he kissed along my neck.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I whispered back, then I flushed, cringing at myself. Before he could look at me and see said cringe, I kissed him again, putting as much oomf into it as I could manage.
Relax, Riley. Have fun.
Chance rolled until he was between my legs, and he let out another guttural groan as he rolled his hips against me.
I, on the other hand, had to bite back a wince and groan of pain as his hip bones dug into my thighs, the seam of his pants too hard where it rubbed against my shorts.
Chance took it as a sign that I loved what he was doing and did it again, and this time I yelped, pushing him back a little and readjusting.
“Sorry,” I whispered, smiling and pulling him back down.
God, I’m so terrible at this.
But Chance didn’t seem to mind, and he balanced himself between my legs, slipping his hand up my shirt again. That freezing cold palm cupped my sports bra, and I only had a split second to be self-conscious about my lack of boobs before my bedroom door flew open.
It slammed against the wall, and I broke the kiss with Chance, looking over his shoulder to find Zeke towering in my doorway.
