10. Douches
Chapter ten
Douches
Riley
“Mother requires our presence next weekend. Clear your schedule,” she tells him, and he rolls his eyes as she hands out our plates.
“Great! Hey Cupcake, you want to come home with us?” He asks, taking two slices from the box and my eyes light up, but quickly dull.
“I can't. Some of us have to work for a living,” I say, and his smile quickly fades as he frowns.
“You only work on Sundays. I will pay your hourly wage if you call out and come home with us,” he says, completely ignoring my jab as I shake my head profusely, grabbing a slice and two knots.
“Are you insane? I’m not taking your money.” I snicker as I take a bite of the pizza, moaning as the cheesy goodness hits my taste buds.
“I insist. I, I mean we, want you to come home with us and enjoy the beach for the weekend,” he says, taking a huge bite of his food. I look over at Peyton who's sitting on the floor opposite me, eating her pizza. She looks up with her big gray eyes and smiles.
“Come home with us, it will be a lot of fun. Plus, it will help us stay out of our parents' sights. They won’t annoy us as much as they would if we were alone,” she pleads, and I sigh, taking a sip of my drink.
“Can I think about it? Plus, I need to figure out a way to get rid of Jake,” I say as another knock comes from the door.
“I swear to all that is holy, that better not be him!” Asher says through a mouthful of pizza. I laugh because he’s not the only one who feels that way.
“It’s probably Chester delivering what I ordered from the store.” She winks, causing a rush of heat to course through me.
God, these two make me blush more often than not. How can I want two people like this? Can I have both, or will I have to choose in the end? Ugh, I don’t want to know that answer yet. I just want to enjoy this for as long as I can.
Asher gets up and grabs the bag from the doorknob and tosses it in my lap. I narrow my eyes at him and he raises his. Such a fucking dick.
“If I do this, that means no more bringing girls to your room! I don’t want to ever taste another female on your dick if it ain’t Peyton,” I spit, wrinkling my nose at the thought.
“Oh, so you did notice the girls? Are you jealous, Cupcake?” He winks as his eyes light up in excitement. Those green eyes sparkle so brightly. They are so light, almost a hazel hue when he’s happy, then they dull to a deep green when he’s mad. He thinks I don’t pay attention, but I see more than what I lead on.
“Yes, Mr. Playboy, I saw the skanks!” I growl as he laughs.
“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers, taking a sip of his drink. Peyton grabs another slice as I brace myself for his secret.
“I brought them to my room on purpose, to get your attention, I’ve never actually slept with them,” he admits, and I gasp.
“What? You did that to get my attention? Why? I’m not that special.” I begin to laugh, but no one else does.
“Yes, those girls buy weed off me, that’s it. You, my little cupcake, are special. Don’t fucking say that shit about yourself. You don’t even know half of what I feel! Same thing for my sister! But soon enough, you will get it,” he spews, and I look over to Peyton who's taking her last bite of her pizza. Again, I’m not trying to get my hopes up, but something is not being said.
“Okay, enough with the heavy. Are we all done eating?” She asks, and I nod my head, handing her mine and Asher’s empty plate.
“Ash, be a doll and put the pizza away. We will be in the bedroom.” She smirks, placing her hand out for me to grab, along with the bag on the coffee table. He sits there dumbfounded, and I do the unthinkable. I take my tank off and throw it at him. His eyes widen and he moves like lightning, gathering the pizza boxes and plates. Me and Peyton both giggle as we walk to my room and into the bathroom.
She turns the water on and then turns back to me. “I want you completely naked in the tub. Sit on the edge, with one foot leaning on the side and the other at the bottom. I’ll be right back.” She orders. I take my shorts off and do exactly as she instructed.
Leaning back against the cold tile, I patiently wait for her to return, which isn't long at all. She slides a chair into the bathroom. I’m assuming it’s for Asher to sit.
Our eyes connect and we giggle. We both know he’s going to lose his shit, but this is what he gets for being such a dickface. She opens the bag, takes the contents out, then opens the box. She pulls out a bottle and a rod like tip, screwing it onto the bottle of liquid. Looking over at me, she smirks before a look of desire flashes in her eyes.
“Have you ever done this before?” She asks, and I shake my head.
“I never needed to until now,” I say as she places the bottle on the counter next to a small, pink-looking object. She removes her clothes before picking the bottle and the pink device up. Stepping into the tub, she sinks to her knees. She kisses up my leg and shuts the faucet off, licking each one of my thighs. My body shivers and I moan. Asher picks the most opportune time to walk in and start stripping, but Peyton puts her hand up and stops his movements.
“You, my dear, sweet, big brother, can park your ass right in that chair,” she orders, and he huffs.
“Why don’t I get to play? This was my fucking idea,” he says, grinding his teeth. Peyton places the pink object around her thumb and clicks the button to make it vibrate. She rubs it against my clit, causing me to jerk from the intensity of the vibrations. But fuck, if it doesn’t feel so fucking good.
“Look at Ash, while I clean you up,” she commands, and my eyes lock with his as he grips his dick, stroking it slowly.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself, Asher. Hands off the cock, baby.” I smirk and his eyes go wide.
“Am I being punk’d? I don’t like this fucking game.” He groans, folding his muscular arms over one another. I eye-fuck the shit out of him as he runs his tattooed hand through his longish brown hair. The way he bites his bottom lip every time she runs the vibrator over my clit, causes me to pant harder.
His honey-hazel eyes never leave mine until she inserts the tip of the douche inside me slowly and squeezes the liquid inside my dirty cunt. Between the cold liquid, the steam from the water in the tub, and my body feeling on fire from Peyton toying with my clit, I don’t know what to revel in first. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and Asher growls like a madman. That better not be fucking Jake or I swear to God. That man never leaves me the fuck alone, never letting me enjoy my god damn self.
“Relax, Bluebird. Ash will take care of it.” She reassures me, but I won’t relax until Asher walks his sexy ass back in here. I just pray it’s not Jake. I really don’t want to be hit again for finally giving in to all my wild thoughts.
To be continued….Who do you think is at the door?
Wild Confessions will be released this winter.