Page 52 of Hating On Riot

He opens his mouth. I press my finger over a part of him that could make my other wish come true. God, I’m such a prude! “I’m sure you’ve gotten plenty of BJs and hand jobs over the years,” I continue.

Why isn’t my brain catching up with my mouth? My brain doesn’t want to know those details.

“Stop, Arie.” He toys with the hem of my tank top. Slides his hand under it. Goosebumps rise on my skin. I shiver. “There’s been no other girls. I don’t want you to bring them up again. It’s just you, baby.”

“How can you say that when I know what I’ve heard around campus?” I hate that my jealousy is out there for him to see and enjoy, but damn it, I heard what I heard, and it was very jealousy-inducing.

“I don’t give a fuck about any of them. You’re all I think about. All I’ve dreamt about. Let me make you feel good, Arie Kim.” His gaze settles on my eyes, slides to my mouth, then between our bodies.

My nipples tighten into little balls with the heated attention from his eyes and press against my flimsy tank top. With one arm alongside my head, keeping his full weight off me, Riot skims his palm over one nipple, then the other. My body arches into his touch. A moan slips from my mouth. My sex aches and throbs.

“Let me pleasure you, baby.”

“Um, like your mouth on me down there?” I tip my chin at the place between my thighs.

“Hmm.”

“But not go all the way, right?”

“Not until you’re ready for this.” He reaches down and grabs the outline of his erection. He’s big. Thick. I gulp.

“But you’ll let me have a taste?” I’m curious. Begging. Anticipating taking his girth and length in my mouth.

“Only if you let me come in your mouth.”

“Did you come in other girls’ mouths?”

“Arie,” he warns.

I tip my chin. “I have to know.”

“Though it guts you?”

“Yes,” I say softly, the jealousy twisting my insides.

“No.”

“No, you won’t tell. Or⁠—”

“No, I’ve never come inside a girl’s mouth. You’ll be my first.”

“And you’ll be mine,” I say, licking my lips in anticipation. “A tit for tat.”

“Nah, baby. It’s the beginning of the end. From now forward, you are mine, and I am yours.”

He grabs my throat. The heel of his palm presses against my windpipe. He takes my breath away. Steals it when I suck in a breath, and he clamps his mouth over mine, coaxing it open with his thick tongue. The kiss is frenzied, desperate. I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him. My fingers find their way to his hair. I skim my palms over the sides first. I like how his hair is cut close to his scalp here but tousled on top. I fist the black strands, tilt his head to the side, and deepen our kiss.

He groans beneath the onslaught of my fervent kiss. Taking deep satisfaction in how I can undo this tough, cocky jock with my mouth, I tug at his waistband. “Taste, remember?” I remind him.

He yanks his shorts off one-handed, gets off me and onto his back, and gestures at his very erect manhood. “Have at it, beautiful. What’s mine is all yours.”

Staring at how big he is, I swallow my nervousness and excitement and settle myself between his legs, ready to begin what will surely end us. Hopefully a happy ending, rather than the heartbreak I suspect will wreck us for good.

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She kneels between my legs, and I nearly shoot my load.