This little bitch.
“Don’t text Ashton. Don’t look at Ashton. Don’t fucking touch Ashton.” I snarl at him. “I’d give that shit up just to watch you piss your pants as I kicked your goddamn teeth in.” I release him and smack his cheek. “I’m not fucking playing with you. Fuck with Ashton and it’s guaranteed, I will fuck with you.”
I push out of the bathroom stall, eager to get the hell away from that snake before I lose control. As much as I want to kill him, I can’t. I’ll get in trouble. He doesn’t need to know that, though. I want him to have felt my wrath and the seriousness of my words. As soon as I exit the bathroom, I nearly knock Sasha over.
“Brayden, we’re not through discussing this,” she whines.
“Later,” I grind out.
I’m pissed the entire way home. Practically fuming by the time I reach Ashton and Drew’s. When the key Drew gave me doesn’t fit in the lock, I have a moment of panic.
What’s happening?
For a brief moment, my insecurities swell up inside me. They don’t want me anymore. Then, as fast as those thoughts appear, they vanish.
Ashton promised a blowjob.
And if there’s anything I know about Ashton, it’s he never jokes about a sexual promise.
I bang on the door. Mia answers with a smile. Pulling her to me, I kiss her supple lips, needing to feel like I matter and belong here. She returns the kiss with urgency, calming the storm that was brewing inside of me.
When we pull apart, I let out a heavy sigh. “I thought you guys locked me out.”
“Silly boy,” she says, swatting at my chest. “You’re one of us.”
“We’re locking Dad out,” Ashton says as I walk in with Mia, shutting the door behind me.
“Oh boy,” I groan.
Drew exits the kitchen, looking fucking hot in sweatpants and no shirt. “He saw something he shouldn’t have.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “What happened?”
Drew stops to kiss me. “He walked into the bedroom as Ashton and I were leaving the bathroom in nothing but our towels.”
“We were still horny as fuck because Mia is insatiable,” Ashton tattles, “and were discussing how next time we’re going to cram the four of us in there when that cockblocking asshole waltzed in.”
I drop my bag on the floor, grabbing Ashton’s hand. He threads his fingers with mine. “What did he say?” I demand, searching Ashton’s eyes. “What did he do?”
“Blamed me, of course,” Ashton says, a dry laugh barking from him.
Hurt. Pained. Sad.
I pull him to me, hugging him tight. “Fuck that asshole.”
“That’s what I said,” Drew grunts.
“Me too,” Mia chimes in.
“So you changed the locks?” I ask, unable to break free of the hold I have on Ashton. Sometimes he’s so broken, I just want to keep him held together.
“Can’t have him trying to get peep shows when we have our bj wars,” Ashton says, meeting my stare with a shit-eating grin.
I kiss his stupidly hot mouth. “You’re so damned confident you’re going to win.”
“I know my worth in this world,” he jokes.
His comment rubs me the wrong way. Ashton is a fuck more than a good lay. I cup his jaw, leaning my forehead against his. “You’re worth a whole lot to us.”
Mia and Drew both agree.
“Come on,” Ashton says. “I’m tired of whipping their asses at NHL 20. Play with me. I’ll suck you off later.”
I leave them to take a quick shower in Drew’s bathroom and then change into some basketball shorts, bypassing my shirt altogether. When I return to the living room, Drew and Mia are stretched out on the sofa, cuddled up. His fingers stroke the bare skin on her thigh just below her shorts. Ashton already has the game started and is sitting on the coffee table. His eyes skim down my bare torso and he licks his lips.
“Not fair for you to distract me,” he complains.
I chuckle as I sit next to him, our thighs touching, and pick up the controller. “If I want my dick sucked, I have to woo you.”
He palms me over my shorts. “If you want your dick sucked before the game instead of after, all you have to do is ask.”
“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be asking,” I growl, leaning in to kiss his neck. “I’ll be taking.”
He sets the controller down and slides to the floor, coming between my thighs. “You keep talking to me like you’re going to destroy my throat with your dick and I’ll give you whatever you goddamn please.”
I lift my hips as he draws my shorts off my ass and down my thighs. My heavy erection bobs out, leaking precum already. His devilish, starved grin does me in as he flicks his tongue across the tip.
Because I can’t help myself, I roughly fist his hair. With Drew, he’s always so hungry for my dick. When Mia sucked me off, she was so sweet and innocent about it.
Ashton, though…
I can tell he’s going to try and rule me from his knees.
He grips my cock, stroking it lazily. “Ready to die by dick sucking overload?”
“I mean, are there better ways to go because I’m not sure there are.” I grin at him until he wraps his mouth around my cock.
A guttural groan escapes me as his tongue lashes with purpose against my shaft. He pulls all the way off, licks the tip, and then slides down for more. Way more. I nearly come off the coffee table when my dick pushes down his throat.
So fucking tight.
So hot.
Holy shit.
Before I can embarrass the hell out of myself, he pulls all the way off, gives me a flirty wink, and then dives back down. My grip tightens in his hair. This time, when he starts to pull back in that teasing way of his, I yank him back down, groaning at the way his nose tickles the hairs at the base of my cock.
“You want to fucking win,” I grit out, pulling his hair up and down to dictate the pleasure I want from him, “you gotta earn it.”
He makes a gagging sound that feels really fucking good on my dick. I ease up on my grip, allowing him to come up for air, and then I buck my hips up, eager for more. His mouth works its magic again, taking me deep in his throat. It’s fucking hot to see slobber run down his chin each time I allow him to breathe.
“Swallow me down, baby,” I murmur. “It feels good.”
He hums around my dick just as his hand rubs my balls that are slick from his saliva. I curse at the abrupt way I come. Cum jets down his throat and it’s the most divine feeling. With each pulse of my dick, his throat constricts. Once I’m spent, he slides off my dick. I take a moment to admire this handsome guy. His lips are wet and swollen, hazel eyes half-lidded. Dark hair is mussed from my mishandling and his chin is wet. Super fucking hot.
A smug grin curls his lips up. “Who won?”
He knows he did.
Just wait until Drew learns to deep throat like that. I know my best friend. He’ll compete until he’s the fucking champion. Rather than giving Ashton what he wants, I shrug.
“It’s a tie,” I say with a smirk, dipping to kiss his mouth. “Guess you guys will have to continue to battle it out.”
“Sonofabitch,” Ashton states. “You play dirty, man. It’s a good thing I play dirtier.”