Page 60 of Fair Catch
Riley swallowed, nodding as she pressed her forehead to mine. Her eyes dipped between us as she lowered down just a centimeter.
Fucking Christ.
It wasn’t even the full tip of me that pressed inside her, but my entire body seized, balls aching with the desire to tear her open.
I forced a breath, readjusting my grip on her hips as hers gently rested on my shoulders.
She lowered down a bit more, taking the tip of me, and we both hissed.
“Zeke,” she moaned, and my eyes crossed before I shut them altogether, focusing on my breathing so I didn’t come as soon as I filled her.
“Go as slow as you need,” I breathed, peeling my eyelids open to find her gaze. She nodded, licking her lips as she lifted up onto her knees more.
Then, she lowered, taking another inch.
It was a slow, beautiful torture as she rose and descended, her legs shaking as she took just a little bit more each time. Every breath was like a shallow sip of smoke, and when she finally sat all the way down, taking me deep, her nails biting into my flesh — I let out the deepest, most guttural groan of my life.
“Fuck, Riley,” I breathed, squeezing her hips hard enough to bruise. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, her brows folded together as she lifted herself and lowered back down, somehow finding another centimeter of space to take me inside her.
I moaned, and Riley whimpered as she found a rhythm, slowly lifting up and down and riding me as I held on for dear life.
My hands roamed up her rib cage, wrapping around it to cup her breasts in each palm as her head fell back. She held onto my wrists, holding my hands against her as she leaned back and took me at a different angle.
“Shiiiit,” I cursed, kneading her breasts where they bounced in my palms.
Riley picked up the pace, riding me like a fucking cowgirl as her hips rolled, her hair swaying where it crested down her back.
“Zeke,” she breathed again, and I bit back another curse at the sound of my name being panted on a breath between those sweet lips. Her eyes found mine as she rolled her hips even more. “I… I…”
Before she could finish that sentence, I reached between us, giving her clit the friction it needed to send her flying over the edge. And as soon as she clamped tight around me and shook with a moan of my name, my own release shot through me.
I curled in, muscles spasming at the powerful climax as she continued to ride and ride, her nails digging into me, hair whipping back and forth, cries ringing out so loud I reached up to cover her mouth with a gentle palm.
She licked the skin there, intensifying my climax as I imagined that tongue on a very different part of me, and I held her hips down as I pumped and spilled inside her.
When we stilled, Riley’s hands balanced on my shoulders, her chest heaving, eyes slowly crawling up to mine.
I held her gaze, still trying to catch my own breath, still holding her down on me as I flexed my hips just an inch.
She smiled, her eyes rolling shut at the sensation before she sat back on her heels and gave me the full view of her beautiful body seated on mine.
“I think I kind of love when you hate me,” I teased, arching a brow.
Riley laughed, leaning forward and kissing me hard.
“Shut up and do that again,” she breathed, already starting to ride me.
And by some wicked magic, I began to harden inside her even though I was already spent.
Riley
“NBU! NBU! NBU!”
The chant rang out loud and proud in the locker room of our opponents after we defeated them in a merciless battle two nights later, the score a whopping forty-two to three at the end of it all.
Leo and Clay were in a dance battle in the middle of the room, whipping each other with towels between moves as Kyle captured it all on his TikTok Live. The entire defensive line was doing some sort of elaborate handshake while a gaggle of receivers pretended to pose for Sports Illustrated covers.
I just laughed and watched, clapping along beside Holden who watched with his own rueful smile.
It felt like we’d turned a corner, like a bowl game and maybe even a National Championship title was within our grasp.
I’d never been high before, never taken so much as a single hit off a joint at any party I’d ever been to. But I wondered if this was what it was like to be high — the buzz of the blood in my veins, the unstoppable smile, the swell of my chest.
Of course, I also wondered if that high was from football, or from the way Zeke watched me from across the locker room.
