Daddies Brat

Leslie

As the smile finally touched Riley’s face, it was like we were back at that party before classes started. Before everything had gotten complicated. He strode to me in three long steps and held my face with both hands, kissing me like he had been dreaming about it for weeks. And as his lips churned against mine, I realized I had been dreaming about it, too. I just hadn’t realized it because I had been so busy with Avery.

Riley was a man possessed with lust as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth while grabbing my ass with both hands. Then he was taking off my jeans, letting them fall to the floor and whirling me around. He planted a strong hand on my back and bent me over my computer desk, then quickly pulled his cock out. I was already drenched as he guided his hard length into me from behind, pushing into me until I had taken every inch of him.

I tilted my head back and moaned loudly as he filled me to the brim. But Riley was desperate for me now, and was already fucking me steadily. He gripped my ass for leverage as he drove into me, over and over, slamming his cock as deep as it would go, skin smacking against skin.

I can’t believe Riley is fucking me, I thought briefly while gazing over my shoulder at the blond god. I was with Avery less than an hour ago.

The thought turned me on more than I expected, and I moaned even louder. Riley grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, just enough to let me know he was in control. I loved it. With a hand in my hair and another squeezing my ass cheek, I surrendered to the tall baseball player. His movements quickened, cock pistoning into me with frantic speed. An urgency that had been building since our last time together weeks ago.

I was crying out with sweet release as Riley’s breaths began to quicken. He pounded into me three more times, the roughest ones yet, and then pulled out and groaned as he began to come. His hard length slid between my ass cheeks as he spasmed, shooting the first of his load all over my lower back. And as he cried out with his own bliss, he pushed his crown against my tight backdoor. Not enough to try to enter me, but enough that I could feel his pulsing load covering me.

It turned me on in an exciting way, feeling his desperation as he came all over my ass. His fingers clenched my cheek, then slowly lost their strength.

After cleaning up, we regrouped in his room so he could take off his dress clothes. Somehow, he had managed to avoid getting any of our love on the expensive fabric.

“God, that was good,” I said while watching the beautiful man undress.

“I’ve needed that,” he said, stepping over to give me a quick kiss. “Badly.”

“I could tell.” I eyed him as he unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on a hanger. “I liked what you did at the end.”

He raised an eyebrow at me in question. Then he seemed to realize what I meant. “Oh. It felt right in the moment. I hope it wasn’t weird for you…”

“No!” I quickly said. “I liked it, too. It was naughty. Feeling you pressed against me like that.”

Riley turned away to hang his clothes up as he casually asked, “Have you ever done anything like that before? Things like, um…”

“Things pertaining to my posterior?” I asked with a grin. “I tried it once, two years ago. We didn’t have any lube, though, so it went about as poorly as you would expect.”

Riley chuckled. I waited for his next question. He didn’t ask it.

“I’d be willing to try it again,” I finally said. “Under the right circumstances. If you wanted to try that, I mean.” I realized Avery had hinted at that kind of thing, but Riley didn’t know I knew that.

“Yeah, maybe so,” he said, smiling broadly at me. “I want to try all sorts of things with you.”

“Yeah? Like what?” I asked.

Riley shrugged. “Anything. Everything.”

Threesomes, I thought. Group sex. Filling me from all sides like a human pincushion of ecstasy…

“So the reason you’ve been in a funk lately… is it over?”

Riley pulled on some sweatpants and shook his head. “It’s my coach. He’s been blackmailing me.”

“Blackmailing you! For what?” I asked.

Riley gave me a long look. “You know.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I gasped. “For getting busted at the party? For drinking underage? Why would he do that? What does he want?”

“He wants me to play,” Riley replied simply. “On the team.”

I blinked in confusion. “Don’t you want to play?”

Riley crossed his muscular arms over his bare chest. God, he was sexy. For a moment, I wanted to pounce on him all over again. “It’s complicated. I was thinking of quitting the team. In fact, I was ready to hang up my glove and focus entirely on my environmental science degree. The whole thing felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.”

He shrugged those shoulders now. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m back on the team, pitching every fifth day and playing shortstop the rest of the time. But I’m not letting it inhibit the rest of my life. Not my classes, and not… personal stuff.”

I gave him a lusty grin. “I can see that.”

“Can we forget that I was ever in a funk?” he asked, cutting his eyes toward me. “Can we go back to the way things were after you moved in, when we were going at it like rabbits?”

“I believe we only had sex three times before you got into your funk,” I replied. “I’m not sure that qualifies as going at it like rabbits.”

“Then can we go back to going at it like horny college kids?” he asked.

I giggled at that, but hesitated before answering. I was fooling around with Avery, now. We hadn’t even slept together because he wanted to uphold the rule that had been set… but that felt flimsy since I had literally just had sex with Riley. Not to mention the question of honesty. It felt wrong to be fooling around with both of them without the other knowing.

Now what am I supposed to do?

But Riley was smiling at me hopefully, and he was too beautiful just then, so I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah. Let’s go back to the way things were.”

“As long as you’re cool not telling the others,” he quickly added. “The last thing I want is for Avery or Harper to find out about this. Not that I’m ashamed, but…”

“I totally get it,” I replied. “I’m okay with all of that. We’re roommates… with some fringe benefits.”

He smiled back at me. “I like that.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out. Our Astronomy test results had been posted online. I clicked the link, and waited for the screen to load. I was hoping for a B, but I knew it was more likely that I got a C. Considering how little studying I had done, I would be happy with that.

But when the screen loaded, the score was nowhere close to what I had hoped to find:

Leslie Grimes: 22/48 (46%)