10. Sean
CHAPTER 10
SEAN
I ’m breaking all the vows I made three weeks ago—no contact with Ashley, and most definitely, no hooking up. It’s becoming clear that, when it comes to her, all my resolutions turn to vapor. I don’t know when she became my kryptonite. Maybe it was the taste of the forbidden fruit that’s making me this obsessive.
I turn on the radio, because the last thing I want is for an awkward silence to smother us. I keep my attention on the road, but whenever I hit a red light, I glance at her. She’s so damn pretty, it hurts to stare and not touch her. I’ve always been aware of that, but I never allowed myself to truly appreciate her beauty. I was too gung-ho on making her life miserable. God. I was such an idiot.
It would be easier if she was all looks and no substance. But she’s smart, and loyal to the people she cares about. One time when I was being particularly nasty about Ashley, Kenzie told me a story that made me ashamed of my venom. Ashley picked a fight with a girl twice her size to defend my sister. The memory makes me feel regretful all over again.
“I like your hair, by the way,” I blurt out.
“Oh, thanks. It’s fun, but I don’t think I’ll dye it again.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a lot of work.”
There’s a lull in the conversation, and I regret starting it. Not even the radio is helping now.
“How do you like your classes so far?” she asks.
“I like them fine, but... they’re demanding.”
“Yeah. And just when I thought I’d finally be able to relax about school. You’re undeclared, right?”
I nod. “Dad wants me to pick a sensible major in case hockey doesn’t pan out, but I want to weigh my options first.”
Ashley studies me. “Would it hurt if you couldn’t play hockey professionally?”
Hell. This conversation turned meaningful fast. I hold the steering wheel tighter, thinking of an answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. How were you able to convince Dad to let you major in art?”
Fuck. Why did I have to mention my father and remind us of the elephant in the room?
She doesn’t miss a beat though. “Two words: double major .”
“Ah... mystery solved. Business?”
“Yep.” She nods.
As I feared, talking about my father reminded me that we’re complicating things. Maybe we shouldn’t do this, even though I really want to. I stop the car in the parking lot in front of her building, but before getting out, I look at her. “I don’t need to come up.”
Her brows furrow. “Did you change your mind?”
My gaze drops to her full lips, and the desire from earlier returns. I think about her, moaning underneath me, and her sweet pussy, milking my cock until I explode. Forget consequences. Let’s complicate things . “Hell no,” I groan.
“Okay, then. Let’s go.” She opens the car and gets out.
Quickly, I follow her, and possessively throw an arm around her shoulders.
“What are you doing? Someone might see us,” she protests, but makes no motion to step away.
“It’s dark. If someone does see us, they won’t recognize us.”
We don’t bump into anyone, but Ashley opts to take the stairs just in case.
“I think you’re afraid to be trapped in the elevator with me,” I joke.
“That too. You seem to enjoy sexing me up in public areas.”
I slide my arm down her back until my hand is covering her ass. “Wrong. I like to sex you up anywhere.”
When I squeeze her butt cheek, she squeaks, making me laugh.
“Hold on a second.” She turns and faces me. She’s two steps above mine, and our eyes are at the same level. “Why do you want me so badly?”
I quirk a brow. “Why do you?”
“I asked you first.”
I mull it over, trying to come up with an answer, but I don’t have any. I simply do. “I... I don’t know.”
“Do you still hate me?”
My heart squeezes in my chest, consumed with remorse. “No, I never hated you.”
“Liar.” She begins to turn, but I stop her.
“I’m not lying. I didn’t hate you—I hated what you represented.”
She scrutinizes me, I suppose trying to guess if she should believe me. Finally, she says, “You’re starting to make sense.”
“What about you? Do you hate me?”
She tilts her head. “Does it matter if I do? Come on.”
She sprints up the stairs, reaching the door to her floor before I catch up. I should ignore her comment, but it doesn’t sit well with me. Once we’re in her room, and the door is closed, I blurt out, “It does matter.”
“I don’t know if I still hate you.” She throws her small purse on her roommate’s bed, which I see is now a depository for Ashley’s stuff. Then she takes off her shoes.
“I won’t blame you if you do. I wasn’t nice to you.”
The light in her eyes dims, making me so fucking sad that all the memories she has of me aren’t pleasant. The kitchen incident was definitely the worst.
“Sean... what’s going on? You know there’s no future here, right?”
Fuck. I do know, but, hearing her say it out loud is hard. It shouldn’t be. No one our age is looking for something serious. I take a step forward and cup her cheek. “I know.”
This means nothing. It’s just sex. I need to fuck Ashley out of my system, and the world will make sense.
She steps back and shrugs off her jacket. Her white top is long sleeved and off-the-shoulder, and it’s sexy as hell. I never knew I had a thing for bare shoulders until now. Keeping eye contact, she unbuttons her tight jeans and rolls them down her toned legs.
My hardening cock demands that I remove my own clothes too. But the room is too bright, and she might see the scars on my forearms. I retrace my steps and turn off the overhead light. “Much better.”
“Not quite.” She reaches for a switch behind her bed, and suddenly, a curtain of string lights hanging on the wall turn on.
“Didn’t you have those in your bedroom back home?”
“Yeah. I don’t have enough art yet to hang on the walls, so I got them.”
The room is now semi-dark, but the scars on my forearms are barely visible. She won’t see them. I start with my sweater and T-shirt, and when I lob them to the side, Ashley freezes and stares at my chest and abs. I grin, remembering the last time I was naked in front of her. “I guess I was wrong.”
She looks up. “About what?”
“About you never seeing me naked again.”
Her lips curl into a smile. “I also put my foot in my mouth, didn’t I?”
“Oh yeah.” I rub my chin. “Something about not sleeping with me even if it meant the survival of the human species.” She steps into my space and pinches my waist. “Ouch!”
“Fucking you doesn’t change that part. The human race is screwed if it’s up to us to procreate. I’d never have your giant babies.”
I wrinkle my nose. The last thing I want to think about is procreation. “Thank fuck.” I pull her to me and shut her up with my tongue. Ashley melts into me, making me burn for her. “Why are you so damn addictive?”
She smiles against my lips. “Maybe because I’m sweet?”
“I don’t know.” I kiss her hard and fast. “I guess I’ll have to taste every inch of your body to be sure.”
“That’s sounds good to me.”
I drop to my knees and press my nose against her panties. Ashley sighs, running her fingers through my hair. I look up, grinning. “I’ve been dying to eat your pussy again without that damn mask getting in the way.”
“You shouldn’t complain about the masks. If it weren’t for them, we would have missed out on so much fun.”
Holding her stare, I slide the fabric of her underwear to the side, swipe my tongue over her clit, and groan. She tastes like peaches, smooth on my tongue, sweet in the back of my throat. I can’t get enough. I dig my fingers into her hips and suck her nub into my mouth.
“Sean...” Ashley whimpers, pulling my hair until it hurts.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard, your body will crumble.”
“You’re the worst.” Ashley grips my shoulders, pressing her long nails into them.
The little burst of pain just makes my cock harder. Now it’s trapped uncomfortably in my jeans. In hindsight, I should have gotten rid of my pants first. But why am I suffering? I put Ashley’s leg back down and get up, lifting her off the floor as I do.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable.” I set her on the bed and make quick work of removing my jeans and underwear.
Ashley’s eyes becomes hooded when she stares at my cock. Her appreciative stare makes me want her even more. I never thought she’d look at me like that—or that I’d want her to.
She jumps out of bed before I can join her. “Lie down. I want to join the feast.”
I grin. “Aren’t you a little hungry hippo?”
She narrows her pretty eyes and puts her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? You know I can still kick you out.”
Chuckling, I wrap my arms around her waist. “Come here.” I lie down on her bed, pulling her on top of me. “You were saying?”
Her gaze drops to my lips. “I can’t remember.”
I cup the back of her head, getting a good grip on a lock of her hair, and pull her to me. She kisses like the firecracker that she is, and with each stroke of her tongue, she unravels me more. My balls are getting tight, and to avoid pulling a quick draw, I squeeze my butt cheeks, fighting a war with my own body.
She leans back, smiling, and covers my lips with her fingers. “It’s time I explore.”
Unable to resist, I suck her fingers, before I reply, “I have a better idea. Turn around and sit on my face.”
Her eyes seem to sparkle. “Are you going to let me finish you this time?”
The answer is fuck yeah . I’m too turned on to be able to stop her. If she puts her mouth on me, I’ll be done. But I can’t resist teasing her. “That depends on your skills, gorgeous.”
She quirks a brow. “Are you daring me, Sean Davenport?”
“You betcha.”
Not that I need to appeal to Ashley’s competitive nature. I already know she’s damn good at giving head.
She changes her position with the agility of someone who’s been on a cheerleading squad for years. I’ve never told her, but I thought she was a badass cheerleader. Thinking back, maybe I’ve always had a thing for her.
I grab her hips and drag her sweet pussy to my mouth. She’s moans loudly when I start fucking her with my tongue. Her legs are shaking already, and I know I’m going to make her come soon. But she doesn’t lose focus on her goal, wrapping her fingers around my cock and sucking me in until it reaches the back of her throat.
Jesus fucking Christ. This might end sooner than I thought.
Suddenly, this hookup becomes a game of who can make the other come first. I give my all, eating her out with gusto. But Ashley is a magician with her mouth and tongue—she knows exactly what to do to drive me wild. Damn it. When did she learn how to do this? A dark seed of jealousy enters my mind. Hell, I don’t want to know.
In the end, I lose the battle, coming in her mouth before she climaxes. But honestly, I don’t mind losing. She drinks it all, sucking me dry. Then she falls apart on my tongue, quaking all over. I keep tasting her until her legs give out, and she collapses on top of me.
“Holy shit,” she blurts out.
“Amen.” I laugh.
“Pity you came already.” She rolls off me and sits on the backs of her legs.
Curious, I prop myself on my elbows to better see her face. “Why?”
“I enjoyed getting railed by you the last time.”
I sit up and push her body forward so she’s on her knees again. “Who says I’m done with you?”
“You recovered already?”
Fisting my hard cock, I rub the head against her slick entrance. “Oh yeah, babe. Ready for round two?”