Chapter 10 – Age 17
CHAPTER TEN
Everleigh
Age 17
Two Feet - I Think I Want It
A shton’s fingers trailed soothing circles along the bare skin of my back. The blanket was pooled around my waist, but if it wasn’t, then I was sure we’d be going for round two. My pussy was still so sore and swollen to the point where I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to walk.
“I have to go to Banks Enterprises today,” he muttered, planting a gentle kiss to the back of my shoulder. I groaned, instinctively, pushing my ass against him. His hand moved to my hip, gripping it tightly. The small amount of pressure had pain shooting through me from our last session. There was already a bruise there from how rough he’d been, but I loved every second of it. He fucked me like he couldn’t get enough, like no matter how deep inside of me he was, he needed to get deeper until he’d buried himself into my soul completely.
“I wish you didn’t have to go.” I pouted, even though I was turned away from him and he couldn’t see me.
“It’ll only be for a few hours. Dad just wants to take me on a tour and show me how their systems work,” he explained, dragging my ass against him himself. His dick slipped between my cheeks, sending a new current of desire spiraling through me. Gyrating his hips, he rubbed against me, slipping his hand up to cup my breast. “Kash will be here soon to pick you up. He offered to chill with you until I get back.”
I snorted at that. I couldn’t imagine Kash willingly choosing to be alone with me. “Offered, or talked into?” I smirked. “And will Crystal be with him?” That thought left a bitter taste in my subconscious.
He huffed a laugh, dragging his lips up the side of my neck. Shivers erupted down my spine, making me crave him all over again. A whimper fell from my lips, and I found myself pushing my hips back to gain more friction. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tempting.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I reminded him, though I didn’t stop pushing my ass against him.
He grunted, his hand tightening around my breast. “Talked into and no. Crystal won’t be coming.”
“I swear he secretly hates me.” I knew that wasn’t the case. We always got along, and he was playful like Jameson was without the flirty innuendos. They both enjoyed teasing me. He just refused to be alone with me.
“He doesn’t. He just doesn’t want anything that can be misconstrued coming back to bite him in the ass. Girls have lied in the past, telling people that he did things to them, or told them things that have never happened. “
I paused my movements, a stitch forming between my brows. “Like sexual assault?”
“God no. Like consensual sex. He’s popular. Girls like to lie about it, thinking it’ll give them a leg up on the social ladder when he refuses to actually fuck them. Since you’re my girlfriend, he doesn’t want to take that chance.”
“And he thinks I’d do that to him?” I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my words. It felt like a slap in the face.
He sighed, flicking his thumb over my nipple. “No. This situation is different. He doesn’t want me to think that he’s trying to fuck you or something.”
I blew out a breath. “Boy code is weird,” I retorted. “Jameson doesn’t seem to mind.”
Ashton barked a laugh. “That’s because Jameson does want to fuck you and doesn’t care who knows it.”
My back snapped straight, my limbs freezing in place as a cold bucket of ice filled my veins. I remembered sitting on the couch with Jamie at my house, his hand working along my hip as we watched that scene…
And then Ashton’s text, and Jameson’s words about sharing me between them. My heart started racing at the memory. That was a year ago, but it still lived in my head rent-free.
“It’s weird that it doesn’t bother you,” I retorted. “Most guys would be pissed.”
“I’m not most guys.” He slapped my ass, forcing a yelp to tumble from my lips. “Now get dressed before he gets here. He was on the way like ten minutes ago.”
Shit.
I threw the comforter off my body and scrambled from the comfort of Ashton’s massive bed. My clothes were scattered around the room and it took me longer than it should have to locate them all. I’d just slipped on my panties when the bedroom door creaked open.
A gasp got lodged in my throat, fear snaking through my body as I turned to glance in that direction. Kash was standing in the doorway, his eyes blown wide, and his skin paler than mine. “Fuck. Sorry.” My hands moved to my breasts to hide them from view, but it didn’t matter. He’d already seen them.
Ashton was getting a kick out of it though, laughing from where he still rested naked on the bed. “It’s fine,” he said dismissively. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?”
I shot a quizzical look at my boyfriend. Had he planned this? He did say that Kash had told him he was on the way ten minutes ago, and they don’t live far apart.
“Right…” Kash trailed off, glancing between me and Ashton with uncertainty.
“Just close the door. My parents don’t need to see her tits.”
He swallowed thickly, pulling the door shut behind him before leaning against it with jerky movements. He was extremely uncomfortable with this.
“I can finish getting dressed in the bathroom.” My hands were tight around my breasts, the skin surrounding them turning white from lack of blood flow.
Ashton shot Kash a look, raising his eyebrow as if to silently ask him if that’s what he wanted. What about what I wanted? This was awkward as fuck. My body was vibrating with nerves and anticipation as I awaited Kash’s response.
Finally, he blew out a breath and shrugged like it made no difference to him. After this, Kash would never want to be alone with me again.
“Then there you have it.” Ashton smirked, shifting under the blanket to presumably put his boxers back on. Once he was finished, he climbed off the mattress and moved to stand behind me. “Now drop your hands. Let him see those perky little tits.”
I shuddered against him. “I don’t think his girlfriend would like that,” I pointed out.
Kash’s eyes snapped to Ashton’s behind me. But his expression was unreadable as he awaited my boyfriend’s response.
“If he cared about that, he would have had you change in the bathroom.”
I had no loyalty to Crystal, but it still felt wrong. However, this was Ashton’s house and Kash’s decision. So, I dropped my arms to my sides, trembling against Ashton’s chest, like he’d somehow save me from this form of humiliation. It made me feel raw, vulnerable even.
Ashton took my hands and wound them behind my back, forcing me to arch into him from the awkward extension of my limbs.
I avoided Kash’s gaze, focusing on the floor instead while they had some sort of silent conversation with their eyes. When Kash let out a sigh, I glanced up again, and he was walking toward me.
My back straightened, concern gripping me in its clutches. The uncertainty that had been on his face moments prior had morphed into determination. His blue eyes seared through my brown ones, but before I could even process what was happening, or what he was even thinking for that matter, he was running his fingertips across my hardened nipple. I clamped my jaw down to prevent the shocked gasp from expelling from my lips. His eyelids were hooded, the same way Jameson’s were when he looked at me sometimes—the way Ashton’s were when he fucked me.
I’d already told Ashton that I had no intention of sleeping with his friends, but maybe I should have been more specific.
Kash dropped his gaze to the bruised handprints coating my hips from where Ash had driven into me ruthlessly earlier. A small curl of his lips told me he knew that’s exactly what had happened. And he seemed to like that.
Dropping his head, he captured my breast with his mouth, rolling his tongue over my nipple. This time, a gasp did fall from my mouth, my body going rigid.
“Still don’t want to fuck my friends?” Ashton asked, amusement lacing his words like he was trying to convince me to do just that.
I whimpered as Kash grabbed me by my waist to hold me steady, his tongue swirling around. Heat shot through my veins, making my pussy flutter with desire despite being sated moments ago.
“Kash refused. Remember?” I choked out.
“Oh, he could be talked into it.” Ash ran his tongue along the side of my neck, my body jerking between them.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts. “You think I want to fuck someone who has to be talked into it?” Not to mention, he had a girlfriend. This was wrong in itself, and I refused to do casual and meaningless hookups. Especially with people I’d become so close with.
Kash paused, glancing up at me like my words triggered something in him. “I’ll fuck you right now. Try me, little E.”
Holy shit.
His lips were back around my breast, his tongue resuming its work over my nipple, making me writhe between them. He dropped a hand from around my waist, moving it to my pussy where he started rubbing me through my panties.
“Just say the fucking word,” Kash continued, rubbing his thumb over where my clit was located.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, bucking away from his hand, despite wanting his fingers inside me. A dull throb pulsed between my thighs, making me tighten them together.
Ashton chuckled darkly, the sound doing things to me I didn’t want to admit. “Do you want him in this tight little pussy? Stretching you whole until you can’t take it anymore?”
Yes.
Fuck yes!
“I can’t,” I panted, my body moving into Kash this time instead of away, sending him mixed signals.
Kash smirked at me, clearly having noticed that. “You sure?” he asked. “I can make you feel real good.” He and Ashton were now playing off each other, doing anything to make me submit and give in.
“I’m sure,” I forced out.
He shrugged, dropping his hand from my pussy and straightened his spine. “Well, now you can’t say I didn’t try,” he told Ashton from over my shoulder.
Confusion swirled through me, the realization starting to sink in. This was pre-planned. Down to Kash touching me. So…he had been talked into it. A hollowness settled deep within my stomach, making me feel used and dirty. I couldn’t even find it in me to be pissed, though. Kash still could have refused. He wasn’t being forced.
Twisting myself out of Ashton’s grip, I grabbed my shirt from the bed and tugged it on, not even bothering with a bra. My nerves were fried, and I was now sexually frustrated. Part of me wished I would have given into Kash. But I knew I’d regret it immensely. It was already going to be awkward as hell having to spend time with him after this.
Once I was fully dressed, I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look as presentable as possible. Avoiding their gazes, I slipped my shoes on, only to be stopped by Ashton’s hand around my throat. His grip was firm, but not tight. He jerked me toward him, his gaze tearing through my own.
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” he growled.
“I’m not,” I lied.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t lie to me, either.”
Huffing, I nodded. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine tenderly. “This was just the beginning, Eve. Eventually, you’ll say yes.”
I didn’t understand why he was pushing it so hard. Shouldn’t he be thrilled that I only wanted him? I didn’t have time to comment on it because Kash was lacing his fingers through mine, causing my eyes to dart his way. Ashton released his grip around my throat, staring at me intensely.
“I love you,” I muttered.
“I love you too, Everleigh. Always.”
I allowed Kash to drag me out into the hallway, his hand still cupping mine. Glancing over, I noticed the massive indent in his jeans, the sight causing my heart to beat a little faster.
“What’s the plan?” I asked once we started down the stairs, trying to pretend like everything was normal when it most certainly was not.
Unlike my rigid composure, Kash was relaxed. Like we hadn’t been seconds away from tearing each other’s clothes off and like he wasn’t sporting an erection because of it. Whatever we did in that bedroom must have given him some kind of reassurance that Ash wouldn’t jump his bones for anything we potentially did. Hell, maybe that was why Ashton orchestrated it in the first place.
“I was thinking we could go to the movies.” He shrugged. “I can eat your pussy while you watch some chick flick.”
My lips parted in shock. I’d expected a comment like that from Jameson—though, he’d never been that crude before, but Kash was usually on the more careful side.
He snorted at my reaction. “I’m kidding. We can do whatever you want to.”
“Stop being a pervert.”
“I think we’re past that.” He smirked, swinging his gaze to mine. “Ash has just made it abundantly clear that you’re free game to me and Jameson.”
I scoffed. “It wasn’t clear enough for you when he offered to share me?”
When we reached the front door, he pulled it open, motioning for me to go first. “Thought it was a fucked-up test or something. Jameson would have failed, by the way.” He shot me a wink, pulling the door shut behind him.
My face heated, the conversation becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I didn’t want to think about any of this. It had been easy enough to pretend that Jameson wanted nothing to do with me in that way. But I knew it didn’t mean anything to any of them. Not even to Ashton. It was just some weird spicy kink.
“Well, then you are both shit out of luck,” I remarked. “I don’t do casual.”
“Why not?” he asked, leaning against the hood. “Still in that fairytale stage?”
My eyes narrowed. “Fuck you.”
“I’m trying.”
I groaned, rounding his vehicle and flinging the passenger door open. I scrambled inside, slamming it shut behind me. He laughed, coming to join me in the truck seconds later. I stared out the window, refusing to talk to him anymore than I had to. Now I understood precisely why he never wanted to hangout alone with me. He was a natural flirt.
I had no idea where we were going but was too stubborn to ask. My mind kept drifting to what happened in Ashton’s room, and I wondered what it would have been like had I caved in.
My phone vibrated in my lap as we pulled out of the driveway, my gaze darting up to Ashton’s window instinctively. He was standing there, his phone between his hands, his eyes on us as we jerked onto the street.
Swallowing thickly, I glanced down at my cell.
Ashton
If you don’t want to fuck him, at least suck his dick. You got the poor guy all worked up.
Oh God.
Nope. So not doing that.
They were getting off on making me squirm. I wouldn’t feed into it any longer. The only dick I had any interest in was my boyfriend’s. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
When I didn’t reply, Kash’s phone dinged from his pocket. He tugged it free effortlessly, bringing it to his face even though he should have been focused on driving. A snort of amusement slipped past his lips, and he shook his head before passing it to me.
Hesitantly, I glanced down at it.
Ash
Try getting her to suck your dick. Send pics—preferably vids.
I had to admit. He was persistent. He knew what he wanted, and he was trying everything in his arsenal to make it happen. I couldn’t even lie and say I wasn’t tempted. Anything to get him to shut up over it. But I knew it wouldn’t end there. If I sucked Kash off, Ashton would push for more eventually until I’d finally fucked both of his friends.
I bet he laughed his ass off while texting that, too. He knew I wouldn’t be swayed so easily.
Rolling my eyes, I was about to hit the power button when another text popped up.
C Baby
{photo}
Kash glanced over at me. “Who’s that?”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “Not sure.” I clicked on the notification, spluttering at what revealed itself on the screen.
Crystal was seated in front of a mirror, completely naked. Her legs spread wide, not leaving anything to the imagination. Her big tits were front and center, and she had one of her plastic fingernails between her teeth in a sexy pose. Fuck. What was he doing even screwing around with me when he had a girlfriend that looked like that ? I always knew she was pretty, but seeing her naked just brought forth insecurities I didn’t even know I had.
“Crystal,” I choked out, sliding the phone over to him.
He glanced at the screen and barked a laugh when he realized why I’d just practically choked on my own tongue. He barely spared the photo a glance before locking it and stuffing it back in his pocket.
“You might want to reply. She’s looking desperate.”
This time, he grinned. “I don’t make a habit out of texting other girls when I’m with a girl.”
“I’m Ashton’s girlfriend. I’m not that kind of girl,” I reminded him.
He huffed another laugh, whipping out into traffic with ease. “And what kind of girl is that?” he pressed.
“The kind that you fuck or have on the side or whatever.” Jameson had said that Kash wasn’t a cheater, but after what just happened in Ash’s room, it was becoming difficult to believe.
“You could be.”
“Negative, asshole.”
He laughed in response, but didn’t push it further.
To my relief, he didn’t hit on me again. He took me to this diner and then we went to some kind of illegal street race that Jameson had taken him to a while back. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward, and he took me home afterwards where Ashton met up with me again.