“You want more?”
“Yes,” she squeals as I suck on the other one.
“Why? Why didn’t you listen to me tonight?”
“I’m... I’m sorry. I didn’t think... shit,” she moans as I start kissing down her stomach.
“No, little one. You didn’t think. Those parties, they’re not the good little high school parties you’re used to.”
“I... I noticed.”
“You don’t watch your back here, someone will stab you in it. It’s every man for themselves. So if you want to make it back to Rosewood in one piece, I suggest you start listening.” I have no idea if my threat is necessary. After the way Axel looked at her earlier, there is no way I’m letting her back into one of those parties. It was fucked up that I took her in the first place. But this place, me, we’re fucked up.
I shouldn’t have rubbed her in his face as I did, but he fucking deserved it after his last little stunt. I might not have given a shit about the girl he took from me, but that’s not the fucking point.
“Ashton.” Her voice drags me from my memories, my feud with that prick.
“You wanna come, little one?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You want me to eat you again until you come all over my face just like last time.”
“Yes, Ash. Yes,” she begs, her back arching and her hips rolling with her need for me to touch her.
I kiss across her pelvic bone before I lift one of her thighs and sink my teeth into the soft flesh, sucking until I know I’ll leave a deep red mark behind. My fucking mark.
Any other motherfucker here even gets the chance to get anywhere near her, they’ll soon learn she’s fucking taken.
When I pull back, I can’t help but smile at the darkness of my brand.
“You see that, little one?” I ask, looking up at her.
She glances down, her wild eyes take a few seconds to focus but the moment she sees it, she gasps. “Ash,” she cries.
“Mine,” I state, running my finger over the angry mark before trailing it up to her pussy and sweeping it through her wetness.
My eyes hold her hooded ones as I circle her entrance.
“Say it.”
She licks her lips, and my cock jumps at the sight.
“W-what?”
“Who does this pussy belong to, little one?”
“Y-you?” I’m not sure if it was meant to come out as a question but it does.
“Yes, Ruby. Fucking mine.”
I reach for the bottle of vodka and swallow down some more before handing what’s left to her.
“Drink. Then you’re mine.”
She eagerly tips it back and the second she pulls the bottle away from her lips, I latch mine around her clit.
She moans around the mouthful of vodka as her body tenses. “Oh my God,” she finally cries once she’s swallowed.
19
Ruby
My back hits the mattress as he circles my clit with his tongue.
My head spins with the vodka and the events of the night. Of the party, Axel, Willow, and Ashton.
He was so fucking angry.
Fear races down my spine once more at the memory, but it mixes with what he’s doing to me and I cry out his name.
So good.
He slides a finger inside me, and everything apart from the two of us falls away. There is no Seattle, no bullshit between us, no hate, It’s just us, this moment and pleasure. So much pleasure.
My fingers sink into his dark hair as I try to pull him closer. He’s right up in my business but still, it’s nowhere near enough, and I’m not sure it ever will be.
I wonder if that’s how he felt while my mouth was so full of his cock. I always thought I’d hate doing that, it certainly never really appealed to me with any of the guys I’ve got close to before, but the second I pulled his boxers down, taking him my mouth and making him feel as good as he had me that night was all I could think about.
He pushes a second finger inside me as he continues his assault on my clit. I feel so full, but I have a feeling that it’s nothing compared to where this is going.
The rational side of my brain knows I shouldn’t let it go there, but the reckless girl inside of me knows that it’s exactly what’s going to happen. It should have happened on Halloween, we both know that, and maybe if it did, we wouldn’t have ended up as we have. He might not have run, he might not have a reason to claim he has images from that night. He might care.
I shake my head. No, he still wouldn’t care.
Being here, going to that party tonight, it taught me a lot about Ashton, things that explain a lot about the cold, dark person that he is. I’m pretty sure at this point in his life he’s incapable of caring. He’s too lost.
My skin starts to burn and my body begins to feel weightless as my orgasm builds higher and higher.
His finger bends just so and he rubs at that magical spot inside of me that makes my eyes cross with pleasure.
I’m just about to fall over the edge, the beautiful oblivion is right there, right in touching distance... and then it’s gone.
“What the—” I look to find Ash between my legs, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. His eyes are dark and his lips are parted as he heaves out his breaths.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
Dark. Dangerous, Addictive. But really fucking beautiful.
A smirk curls up at one side of his lips.
“You defied me, little one.”
My chin drops in shock. “Y-you can’t leave it there.”
“Can’t I?” His hand slides down the inside of my thighs and my core clenches.
“Such a pretty pussy. It’s going to be such a shame to ruin it.”
He teases me with one fingertip, ensuring my orgasm remains right there, teasing me.
“Ashton, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please...” I look down to where he’s playing with me and then to his cock. “Fuck me.”
If he’s shocked by my words, he doesn’t show it.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He throws my legs around his waist as he scoots forward. My eyes remain locked between my legs as he takes himself in hand and glides the tip through my wetness.
“Ash,” I moan, my head falling back in pleasure as he lowers it to my entrance and pushes just slightly inside me.
My muscles ripple, trying to pull him in deeper, to find out just how he’ll feel.
“Are you on the pill, little one?”
I nod.
“Do you trust me?”
I shake my head. “Not even a little bit, Ash.”
He chuckles, reaching over me to his nightstand. After a beat, he pulls back with a little silver square between his fingers.
“I’ve never gone bare, Ruby. Not even this close to it.”
“Bullshit,” I moan as he keeps moving against me.
“No,” he barks, his hand wrapping around my throat, forcing me to look at him. “Not bullshit. Not even close.”
I know he’s not telling me this to convince me not to use one. If he wanted to go down that route, he’d be inside me already.
My heart races as I look between him and the condom, my head screaming at me that I shouldn’t be so reckless. But tonight, I don’t give a shit.