Page 54 of Hating On Riot

Arie can also be a tigress with her claws out when the girls rush onto the field, hoping for the guys’ attention. I give the girls a quick glance, acknowledging them, but I don’t give them the go-ahead to approach me when I turn away.

All thoughts of girls fall away when Arie wraps her arms and legs tighter around me and grinds her pelvis against mine, as if she sensed my mind wandering elsewhere, which it did, damn it!

To show her my head is here and nowhere else, I pepper her face with kisses and down the elegant column of her neck. She loosens her hold, and I take advantage, wrapping my fingers around her wrists and bringing her arms above her head. The tank top rises, giving me a hint of skin. Her nipples tent the fabric, like they’re seeking my attention. I go low and mouth the little buds.

“I’ve dreamt of your tits. They’re so full. So round. They’re absolutely perfect.” I suck on each nipple through the material. Scrape my teeth over the little balls. Lavish attention on them until her back arches and she lets out an animalistic sound I’ve never heard from her.

“Did I hurt you?” I gently ask, pressing my face to her pulse point. Still fast. Still beating hard. For me. For us. I miss us.

“No. That feels good.” She grabs the hem of her tank top. “I want more.”

I stop her with my hand on hers. “Not yet, baby. Let me live out my wet dream. With you half-clothed. Can you do that for me? Help me live out my dream?”

“Yes,” she says on a breathy sigh, letting go of the hem, looking sexy as fuck with how bright her eyes are with desire and with the way her mouth parts, giving me a hint of the tip of her pink tongue. Fuck me, that mouth of hers, that little tongue of hers was wrapped around my dick. My fucking cock!

Heat rushes to my groin. I harden. I groan like this is my first time. It is. My first time seeing this part of Arie. Her sex is bare to me. Soon, her arousal will coat my mouth and tongue. Then I’ll give her a taste, a sample of what will be my new addiction. I’ll live for the next chance I’ll get to eat her out. Breathe another day so I can breathe in her musky, sweet scent.

I kiss down her neck. Down her bare arm. Run my palm along her side. Move lower. Lift the hem of her tank top.

“No raspberries!” She pushes my head away.

“No raspberries, baby,” I reassure. “But can I have a raincheck?” I murmur over her smooth stomach.

Her body shakes with laughter. “Only if I can give you one too.”

“That’s fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“I’m a fighter, not a lover, like you’ve said, so I am all in.” I go lower. She sets her small hands on my shoulders.

I glance up. “Want me to stop?”

“I want you to hurry.”

She glowers. I smirk.

“You never minded before,” I remind her in a low, husky drawl.

Her beautiful eyes widen. She bites her lower lip. Unable to let that sexy move slide, I move up and suck her bottom lip into my mouth and hum in the back of my throat. Her hips lift. She devours my mouth in this desperate, hungry kiss. Her fingers slide into my hair. She yanks. She grinds her pussy against my boner. I suck in a breath.

“Damn it, Arie.”

“We’ve never gotten this far, and I need you. Please.”

She’s right. We'd touched each other over our clothes. I watched her touch her sex through her clothes. She watched me jerk off through my clothes. We always had our clothes on. We never kissed. Kissing would push us over the edge.

Then, our senior year, a few weeks shy of our eighteenth birthday, I kissed her for the first time beneath the bleachers. A stolen kiss.

I didn’t think about the consequences of what her brothers would do to me should they catch us. Those motherfuckers are overprotective to their core, more so after Laney’s death. I had acted because I was so damn happy that Arie changed her mind about where she would attend college. She decided she would rather go to DU on grants and a work program than accept Alexandria U’s full-ride scholarship.

That girl of mine is smart as fuck, but choosing DU over AU wasn’t ideal, in my mind. I didn’t want my girl to work. I wanted her to enjoy the college experience and not worry about her part of the tuition. She would’ve qualified for a need-based scholarship from DU, but they only gave out so many because the small college in the quaint small town of Dumas was only so big and could only accommodate so many new students.

Thank fuck, Arie was different back then. Never the same person from week to week, month to month, year to year. She was brave and had decided to go against what her brothers wanted for her. Everything would’ve been fine had I not stolen that fucking kiss from her. We would’ve gone to DU without her brothers ever knowing we’d continue our secret relationship.

“You scared?” I grasp her stubborn chin and bring her gaze to mine.

“I’m ready, Riot.”