23. Chapter 23
Chapter twenty-three
Ashton
I’ve been running around trying to catch up on classes, while trying to keep an eye on Jinx. She isn’t making our life any easier this week ever since Wilde moved Dad to a different location. Atticus is the only one who knows where he’s at because he doesn’t trust us not to say anything to her. Not that I would, and angry Atticus isn’t someone I want around. He’s been bitchy ever since leaving the basement. I wish Jinx would listen to what we had to say sometimes. We may not have grown up with our dad, but he isn’t someone you want to visit alone. And yes, I realize how stupid that sounds after she spent five days with him, but he could’ve done anything to her, and he never.
He’s unstable. I wish Jinx knew that.
I forgot how much I hate accounting. The only thing that makes it worthwhile is having Jinx next to me. I glance over, and she stares straight ahead, ignoring me like usual.
“The silent treatment doesn’t work on me.” I rest my head on her shoulder. “It turns me on.”
“That’s a shame for you, isn’t it.”
“Jesus. Who shit in your cornflakes?”
She shrugs her shoulder, making me sit up. “If you haven’t figured that out, I can’t help you.”
“If you weren’t so stubborn and listened, you would see why Atticus did what he did. You can’t fault him for that.”
“It’s not that. It’s the fact that Atticus thinks he can still boss me around. All I wanted was a few simple answers. Where is the box, or did he even have Dad’s heart? That’s all I wanted.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulder, dragging her closer. I work my hand into her hair, giving it a slight tug when I get to the roots. A small moan slips from her mouth, and her head snaps in my direction.
“Looks like I’m not the only one getting turned on.” I chuckle.
“Yeah, can you fix that for me?”
“How?” I know she won’t pressure me into sex, and deep down, I want to try, but what if I’m not ready?
“It’s okay, Ashton. You don’t need to.”
“No. I want to. Let’s go somewhere now.” I grab our books and stand. The anticipation for what’s to come has my heart racing. I have no idea where to go, but I know it has to be remarkable. I drag her out of the row, getting groans from the other assholes as we pass by. The professor doesn’t say anything as we leave. Not that I would listen to him, anyway.
“Ashton, where are we going?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet. Pick one, the art building or the music hall.”
“Well, we already fucked in the art building.”
“My God, woman, the mouth you have.”
She laughs. “You haven’t complained yet.”
And I don’t think I ever will. But it’s the stubbornness of hers that drives me insane. She needs to start listening more. We quickly exist the main building and run across the courtyard.
“Ash, I don’t think this is a good idea. It’s going to be super busy in there.”
“Don’t be so shy. They are making music and soon we will be too.”
The last time I was in Greywood Hall was to watch Maddox and Jinx play together. I had high hopes that they would win a spot in the symphony, but I should’ve known better with Von sleeping with Lola. I’m glad Maddox took him out, but he’ll be back unless Allan gets his head out of his ass and hires a new professor.
I haul Jinx to the last door, hoping it’s vacant. I twist the doorknob and get lucky. “Get your ass inside.”
I push her against the wall, my lips crashing onto her in a desperate kiss. She moans, and her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. As I pull back, I run my hands down her body to the hem of her shirt; pulling off her top, her small, perky breasts are revealed like a Christmas gift. I can’t resist bending down and taking a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. Her moans fill the empty concert hall.
I pull her nipple from my mouth and look up at her. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Her words came out low, tinged with a sensual edge.
Her body arches towards me, urging me on. My fingers find their way under her skirt, feeling her naked pussy. "Fuck," I growl as I feel how wet she is for me already. I slip a finger inside her tight walls, watching with satisfaction as it slides in and out effortlessly.
With one hand gripping her thigh and the other still working its magic between her legs, I kneel to explore her with my tongue. She tastes sweet and musky, and I can't get enough of her. The sounds of her pleasure fill my ears as I suck on her clit; I dig my fingers into her thigs, burying my face deeper into her pussy, licking into her wet entrance to her clit. Her fingers weave into my hair, pushing me closer, and her leg shakes the more I suck her clit. Her moans grow louder as her hips jerk forward, and she finds her release. Her juices flow onto my face and I revel in it.
I lick my lips, coming up and taking her lips once more. “Taste yourself. Tell me how you taste.”
“I'd rather taste you on my lips.” She grins and slowly slides her hands down my stomach, stopping at my waistband. She pauses, waiting for me to stop her.
“Get on your knees, Little Grim.”
She gracefully kneels before me, anticipation builds in her eyes, a glint of determination as her fingers work quickly, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to reveal my throbbing dick. I watch eagerly as her hand reaches for me, wrapping around and guiding me to her mouth; her lips part as she looks up at me.
“I want you to gag on my dick.”
Her tongue teasingly flicks the tip, making me groan. My fingers wrap around her hair, urging her on until her nose presses against my skin. I hold her there for a moment, savoring the sensation before she taps my leg and pulls back, taking a deep breath.
“That pretty little face deserves to be fucked.”
I watch her eyes dilate and her fingers dig into my thighs. “Please.”
In one smooth motion, I push her back onto me, plunging deep into the wet heat of her mouth. My head falls back as I’m lost in pleasure. Jinx moans around each thrust as I fuck her mouth deeper and deeper. Every moment sends shivers down my spine; I pull out when she taps once more, and a trail of drool drips from her chin onto her breasts.
Before I can overthink it, I walk behind her, pushing her onto all fours. My heart races as I kneel behind her; with shaky hands, I flip up her skirt.
“Ash, it’s okay if you aren’t ready.” She tilts her head, watching me carefully.
I slap her ass, and she bows her head, letting out a low moan. “You have such a perfect pussy, Jinx. Yours is the only one I’ve ever wanted.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I slide my throbbing dick inside her. All the anxiety I had for the last two years tried to come slamming back, but this is different; I’m in control and can stop anytime I need to. I close my eyes and feel her wet pussy as I slide back and forth. Her back arches, pressing into me. I grab her hips, thrusting hard.
“Your dick feels so good in my pussy.” Jinx moans, dropping her head to the floor.
“Do you want me to make you come?” She moans when I pull out halfway and drive in deep. “Answer me.”
“Yes!” She screams.
I sink onto the floor, pulling her with me into reverse cowgirl. “Play with yourself while you fuck me.”
Her hips flex forward as her hand disappears between her legs, and her muscles clamp around my dick. She leans back, grinding on my dick, and I’m lost in the rhythm of her body. I reach up and grab her breasts, squeezing them as she rides me. I can’t help but groan as she squeezes me again; if only this were my first time, everything else wouldn’t matter. I thrust deeper, trying to remove those thoughts. This is where I belong with Jinx and no one else.
Her body starts to tremble and I know she’s close. “I want you to come all over my dick.” With one final thrust, I push her over the edge, and she comes apart. I feel myself reaching the edge. “Where do you want it?”
“Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
She climbs off and turns around, taking my dick in her hand, stroking me. I grab her hair. “Open, I’m coming.” I slam my dick in her mouth, shooting my cum down her throat. I watch my cum drip from her lips as I pull out, and it’s the most satisfying thing I’ve witnessed.
“God, you're gorgeous.” I swipe her lips, sticking my finger in her mouth. Her eyes start to go misty, and I panic. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m so proud of you, that’s all.”
I drop my forehead onto hers. “Shit, I don’t think anyone has told me that before. Thank you, Jinx, for being so understanding with me.”
“Always.” She cups my face, tilting it upward before slowly kissing my lips.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“You do. Don’t ever let those demons tell you otherwise. You will always win.”
“I’ll try. We should leave before someone walks in. I didn’t lock the door.”
She smacks me. “You asshole, someone could’ve seen us.”
I shrug. “Yeah, that’s the fun of it all.”
“What is with you, Bank boys and public sex?”
“It’s exciting, don’t you think?”
She rolls her eyes and grabs her shirt. “What would you do if you did get caught?”
“Make you come while they watch and then beat the shit out of them for watching.” I stand and pull my pants up; as I’m butting my pants, the door opens. I look at Jinx and burst into laughter.
“You are fucking lucky, mister.”
I grab our bags and her hand. “Yeah, but now they have to sit in here and smell us.” As we exit, I come face to face with Cam. I grip Jinx’s hand tighter.
“Well, what do we have here?” Cam scoffs as he pushes us back into the concert hall.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jinx spits out, trying to work around me.
“Your whore has to fight your battles now? Maybe I’ll take a round out of her now that you loosened her up.”
I feel my blood boil; I let go of Jinx, and without thinking, I move fast, swinging my fist into the side of Cam’s face. He turns his body, swinging his fist back at me; I dodge it, feeling the familiar adrenaline rush through my veins. We’re locked in a violent dance, our fists colliding in a chaotic fury; as we continue to exchange blows, I feel a sense of freedom coursing through me, a release of pent-up frustration from what my dad decided to do to Jinx. And everything I’ve held in for years; it almost feels like I’m on the outside of my body watching the scene unfold until Cam lands a solid punch to my stomach, sending me to my knees.
“Looks like I win.” He bends down and snarls in my face.
“Fuck you,” I gasp. I lunge forward, grabbing Cam by the collar and throwing him to the ground; I deliver one last punch to his face, knocking him unconscious. I stay kneeling on the floor, trying to find my breath.
“Ash?” Jinx spoke lowly.
I glance over and spot Jinx clutching her chest, eyes wide with fear. Her mouth hangs open, and she lets out tiny wheezing sounds as her chest rises and falls.
“Where’s your inhaler?” I don’t wait for her to answer; I look around to where I dropped our bags. I shuffle across the floor, tearing open her bag. I shuffle through all her books, opening pouches. When I open the last pouch I find it. I shake it, flick the end cap off, and run back to Jinx.
“Here, suck it in.” She grabs my hand, releases a breath, and takes a puff. “I’m sorry, Jinx. I didn’t mean to stress you out.”
She shakes her head, takes the inhaler from me, and takes another puff. “You didn’t,” she manages to say. “It all caught up to me finally.”
“I’ll take it easier on you next time.” I drag her into my chest.
“Please, don’t I like it when you don’t hold back. I get the real you. But what are we gonna do with Cam?”
I glance down at a passed-out Cam. “Fuck him, he had no right coming in here in the first place. Leave him for someone else to find. Let him go crying to his granddaddy.”
“That reminds me, I have a meeting with the board members this week.”
“Lovely. I’m sure Archer will enjoy that.” I release her and take her hand, guiding her back toward the door, stopping to grab our shit. “What about Roan? Will he be there?”
“He’s supposed to be there; I hope he doesn’t show up. He was an asshole last time.”
“You never did tell us about the meeting; you know that right.” It’s been on the back of my mind since I walked into that boardroom. I should’ve known Roan was up to something even then. I wouldn’t put it past him to commit a murder.
I only need that motive.