Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

“I’ve got to say, even though you seem to despise me for some reason,” he glances up at me, “I always seem to have a good time whenever you’re near.” A full glass of beer gets placed in front of me. “You’re a masochist, huh?” I ask, taking a sip. “You like when people torture you?” He laughs. “If torture is anything like you, then hell yes.”

“Have you forgotten I don’t like you?” He shakes his head, a grin on his lips. “That’s not an issue.” My brows furrow. “Why not?” He licks his lips, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Because I find it hot as fuck every time you roll those pretty green eyes at me.”

“God damn,” I breathe, watching her body move with mine as I thrust against her. My condom-covered dick slick with her juices. “Fuck,” I grunt. “You’re stretching so well for me, gorgeous.”

“Yeah, you’re so nice to me now, Leila. Taking me so fucking well.”

just because it hasn’t happened yet, doesn’t mean it won’t.”

“Say it,” he tells me. “Tell me no one else touches you.”

“And I have to get pretty,” she says, grinning at me. I shake my head, my eyes dropping the length of her body, lingering on every single inch of her. “Job done.” She’s so much more than pretty. She’s gorgeous, beautiful, smart, funny, sexy as hell and can make my day with just a roll of those lime green eyes.

“I think you like the idea of someone catching you with my fingers stuffed in your cunt,” he says, thrusting another finger along with the first. “You want them to know how much you want my cock right now?” He leans down to kiss my jaw. “How wet your pussy is for me?”

He approaches the edge of the bed again, and wraps his hand around my ankle, lifting my leg. “Holds your legs up,” he instructs, lust coating his voice. I do as he says, lifting my legs and holding them up in the air. I should feel so embarrassed being spread open like this, but the way Aiden’s eyes darken, burning as he stares at all of me has me dissipating that embarrassment. “Fuck,” he groans, fisting his cock again. “Hold it right there and let me get to work.”

“Shh,” he soothes, not moving inside of me. I shake my head, attempting to move my hips so I feel some sort of friction. “Stay still,” he warns, his hands firm on my hips. “Fuck, just let me feel you for a bit.”

I open my eyes, lifting my head. “You’re so deep.” My eyes drop to where we’re connected. “You want to see, baby?” he asks, pulling back and lowering my legs, wrapping them around his waist. He stares down at where his dick is thrusting in and out of me. “You want to see how good we look together?” He pulls out all the way, slowly pushing back in. “You feel so good,” he groans. “So fucking good.”

“There is no competition,” he says, taking a step closer. “You win every time.”

“You have too much going for you to mess it up on a silly mistake.” He glances at me, shaking his head. “I would give it all up if it meant I could have you.” My god, this man is breaking my heart. “You could never be a mistake.”

He turns right before he reaches the door and the look in his eyes is so painful it buries itself in my chest. “Congrats on the magazine issue by the way. You look beautiful.” He smiles at me. “You always look beautiful.”

Don’t give up on me. I’m here. I’m right here.

“Like this?” she asks, lifting and dropping back down. “Fuck yes, baby, just like that.”

I want everyone to know she’s taken. She’s with me. She’s mine.

When I pull out and watch my cum drip out of her, an urge comes over me and I grab my dick, cleaning up the spilled cum with the tip and thrust it back inside of her, letting out a groan. “So good,” I moan, pulling out an inch and push back in. “So fucking good.”