Fair Catch: An Enemies-to-Lovers Roommate Sports Romance (Red Zone Rivals)
Fair Catch: Chapter 17

Hands.

Big, strong, demanding hands.

Big, strong, demanding hands everywhere.

In my hair as he pulled my mouth to his, as he inhaled that next kiss like a man who’d been underwater for years and I was the surface. Gripping my throat as he kissed me harder, like he didn’t know if he wanted to choke me or worship me. Running the length of my body, down my ribs and over my hips until he cupped my ass and lifted me effortlessly.

I was a symphony of breaths and moans as he carried me blindly through the dorm, kicking my bedroom door open with his foot. My next breath was cut short as I was pinned against the wall, and his possessive kiss crawled over my jaw, down my neck, until he nipped at my collarbone and I arched into him, silently begging for more.

Warning bells hissed like the shake of a rattlesnake tail, some far-off voice trying desperately to break through the ecstasy and remind me that this was Zeke unraveling me with every touch.

This was Zeke, my brother’s best friend.

Zeke, my teammate, my roommate.

Zeke — whom I hate, whom I wish had never been born, whom I blame for ruining my brother’s life.

And yet the harder he gripped me, the more he kissed me? The less I could hold onto anything other than the desire to have him inside me.

He dropped my feet to the ground, his hands leaving me only long enough to reach behind his neck and rip his damp shirt off.

“I wanted to kill him,” he seethed, his next breath rippling over his taut chest, his ribs, the mountains and valleys of muscles lining his abdomen. He kissed me again, hand wrapping around my throat and tilting my jaw up until I whimpered into his mouth. “I wanted to fucking murder him, Riley.”

“Why?” I breathed.

He shook his head, his forehead against mine as he licked his lips. “Because I am scarred by the fire you started in me. Because you have reduced me to fucking ashes.”

His hands slid under my shirt, warm and all-encompassing as his fingertips splayed the width of my rib cage, taking the fabric up, up, up, until he peeled it off me completely.

“Because I ache for you,” he breathed against my lips next. “And I’ll end anyone who touches what’s mine.”

His lips brushed mine in the briefest, most punishing kiss before his hands were on my waist, and he spun me, my own hands flying out to catch myself against the wall. He bit the back of my neck as I arched into him, heat pooling between my thighs, my nipples so peaked and ready they ached.

“I’m not yours,” I managed on a breath as he kissed his way across my shoulders.

He laughed — not in a humorous way, but in a dark, terrifying manner that made me shiver as he stripped my sports bra off me next. He leaned into me from behind, and I sucked in a breath at the feeling of his hard-on against my ass before he pulled back just enough to slip his thumbs under the band of my shorts.

“That so?” he murmured in my ear, tongue skating over the lobe before everything trailed down. His hands, pulling my shorts with them. His tongue, licking a line of fire down my spine, his heated voice as he growled against my hip bone. “So… you want me to stop?”

My shorts hit the ground by my ankles, and his fingers walked a lazy line over the hem of my boy shorts, tracing the curve of my ass.

I couldn’t speak.

I tried, racking my brain for some smart-ass remark or some way to combat his cocky declaration that I belonged to him.

But when those fingers glided between my legs from behind, when they slid along the wet, thin fabric separating us, all I could do was gasp.

“You want me to stop touching you?” he goaded, running that treacherous finger along my seam as I shook and held onto the wall for dear life. “You want me to stop… tasting you?”

His tongue ran hot and flat along the back of my thigh, the tip of it just barely lashing where I wanted him most before the sensation was gone.

“You want me to leave?” he husked, and he peeled my panties off slowly, taking his time as he guided the fabric over my ass, down my thighs, to my knees before he let them drop to join my shorts.

I was breathing so hard you’d have thought I had just run the length of the field, my fingers clawing at the unforgiving wall, eyes fluttering shut as I focused on the heat of his breath against my aching core.

He crawled back up my body, kissing and sucking and biting over my ass, my hips, my spine, my shoulder, until his lips were at my ear.

“Tell me,” he challenged, and just the sound of his voice, of his breath in the shell of my ear had me shivering and panting and arching so I could feel him against me once more. “Tell me you hate me, Riley.”

“I hate you,” I whispered, but still, I ground my ass against him, biting my lip when he held back a groan of his own at the feel of me against his hard-on.

“You do?” he teased, sucking my earlobe between his teeth as his hand slid down the length of me, and I whimpered when that hand slipped between my legs, his warm finger gliding along my wet, throbbing center.

My entire body trembled, so much so that his free hand wrapped around my waist to hold me steady.

“I do,” I answered, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze. His eyes were focused on my lips as I said, “But I don’t want you to stop touching me.”

He growled, capturing my mouth with a moan that had me releasing one of my own. And at the same time, his fingers slipped in more, separating my lips and sliding up to my swollen clit. I convulsed at the first touch, and Zeke slipped his fingers along that line again before he pressed one deep inside me.

I cried out, my back aching from how much I arched and aimed to give him better access. He smiled against my neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there as his finger worked inside me. In and out, slow and controlled, every pump of it driving a little deeper as I writhed and moaned and surrendered.

Every gasp of air burned my lungs, a fire building deep in my belly the more Zeke kissed and moved me. He slid another finger inside to join the first, and my sharp inhale at the sensation was cut short when his other hand came up to wrap around my throat.

My eyes flew open, heart pounding not because I felt like I was in any sort of danger… but because I loved it. I loved the way he choked me, the slight pressure he put on my next breath, and the way a smile curled on his lips when he realized it.

I shuddered when that hand released its grip, trailing down to palm my breast and pull me back against him as his fingers slid in deeper. Then, that hand wove down between my legs, and with a flat palm, Zeke rubbed the hood of me.

Stars.

I saw stars, bright and electric as I all but fell into him from the overwhelming pleasure that little movement elicited.

He grinned against my neck, catching me before he released his hold on me everywhere, spinning me in his arms.

“Mmm,” he mused, kissing me softly as he guided me back to my bed. “So that’s the spot.”

I didn’t have time to confirm or deny before I was tossed into the mess of sheets and comforter.

Zeke towered over me, his god-like body heaving with every breath as he let his eyes roam the length of me. My cheeks flamed, knees clamping together, but as soon as they did, Zeke’s hands were spreading them apart again.

“Let me see you,” he demanded, hands warming the insides of each thigh as he helped me back farther onto the bed so he could crawl onto it with me. He kept going even when my back hit the headboard, pushing me until I was sitting up enough to watch as he positioned the back of each of my thighs on his shoulders.

His eyes wore a wicked gleam as he kissed along those thighs, and I shivered with each touch, lips parted and core on fire as I watched him settle between my legs.

Those dark irises flared as they held mine, and his tongue lashed out, slicking me in one, long, torturous drag.

I moaned, fists twisting in the sheets as my head dropped back, eyelids fluttering shut.

Then, he spanked the side of my ass.

I lurched back up, frowning and ready to curse him out when his tongue dragged across me again and I lost the will to do anything but sigh.

“Watch,” was all he commanded, and then he went to work.

It was all I could do to hold on and not scream his name loud enough for the entire building to hear as he circled my clit, sucked and licked and kissed and ate me out like no one ever had before. I realized then that maybe I’d never had a guy go down on me — not really. Not like this. They were all messy tongues and boys who didn’t know what they were doing.

This was a man touching me like my body was his, like he had a map detailing every sensitive spot that would make me come undone.

I writhed and mewled under his expert touch, eyes heavy at the sight of his head buried between my thighs, of his hands gripping my legs and holding me to him as I tried to wiggle away.

It was too much, it felt too hot.

My skin was on fire, my face flushed, blood burning as something built low and intimidating in my gut.

Then, Zeke spread me wider, keeping one hand on my thigh as his mouth worked me, but that other hand slid up and in until his fingers pressed inside me under where he was sucking my clit.

“Oh shit, Oh God, Oh… fuck!”

I cried out, my body involuntarily trying to pull away while Zeke held me there and tortured me with his mouth and fingers. It was too much. I was…

Flame.

Hot and searing and leaving ashes in its wake as it flared up from my toes all the way to my ears. I felt it singe every nerve in my body, and I went numb before waves and waves of roiling pleasure consumed me.

Zeke held me tighter, his fingers keeping a steady pace and his tongue licking and circling until I fell limp.

Every muscle released, my breaths shallow and labored as I came down from the most powerful climax of my life.

Zeke just smirked against my center, placing a featherlight kiss that made my entire body shutter before he was crawling up to press those lips to mine.

I savored the taste of him, the way I tasted on him, and my body rolled without me telling it to do so, already craving more, already desperate to feel him in every way possible.

I reached between us, tugging at his basketball shorts.

“Off,” I breathed.

And Zeke smiled against my lips before answering my plea.

Zeke

It was only a minute, maybe not even a full sixty seconds, but it was too long to be separated from Riley as I dashed to my room to get a condom.

I tore at the package with my teeth, leaving the wrapper in the living room on my way back over until I crashed through her door again.

She was still spread out on her bed, cheeks a lovely shade of just-climaxed red and hair an absolute disaster as she watched me with sated eyes.

I licked my bottom lip, hand jetting out to stop her knees from closing.

“Ah-ah,” was all I said, and she bit her lip against a smile, letting those knees fall open again.

I groaned at the sight, rolling the condom over my shaft as I appreciated that swollen, slick pussy I knew would be the death of me. I’d felt how it tightened around my fingers when she came, heard Riley’s moans of pleasure when I wasn’t even inside her yet.

I was done for, and I knew it.

But I fell willingly to my demise.

My gaze trailed back up the span of her lean, slender body until it caught on her wide eyes where they took in the length of me. There was a mixture of awe and panic, and I looked down, stroking myself once before I arched a brow in her direction.

Her lips parted, and she gulped, eyes flicking to mine.

“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for her. She let me take her hands and guide her up off the bed until I took her place, my back against the headboard, and I helped her into my lap.

We both stiffened a hot breath when I slicked between her legs, her lips wrapping around my shaft just enough to make us both tremble at the touch. I flexed my hips, savoring the way it felt to spread those lips apart, and Riley moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rolled her hips, too.

I claimed her mouth as I reached between us, positioning my crown at her entrance. And I’d never know how I managed the restraint, but I kept it there, fighting against the urge to fill her in one swift pump as I wrapped my hands around her hips, instead.

“You’re in control,” I told her, kissing her long and deep as I waited.

She was so slight, I knew it wouldn’t be the most pleasurable experience to take all of me inside her. I wanted her in the driver’s seat, wanted her to be the one controlling the pace.

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 replace 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 replaceing 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.