to move ahead of me. “Night, Jimmy.”
With sad love music raining over us, Ashton didn’t lead me to the staircase from the foyer. We went left toward the back of the house, down the hall. His pace not unrushed. That was until I was pushed into the wall and Ashton’s mouth was on me, demanding. His hands clutched my hips to a painful grip. But instead of focusing on the ache there, the one on the inside of me came alive.
Then his hand found its way between my legs and my eyes burst wide. “No,” I huffed, looking all around.
Ashton’s head came up, heavy eyes on me. “I’m sure Jimmy told you this is my house when you told him you and I aren’t friends.”
“When did you hear me say that?”
“When he said I should make a friend out of you.” The tip of his tongue circled my beating neck.
“And what does that prove?” I tried delaying him.
Then his dark, hungry eyes met mine again. His mouth, thankfully, detached from my body bought me time. But his possessive grip on me was uncompromising.
“It proves you’re a snob, too, Nabby-girl. You think you’re better than my friends and me. You don’t think I’m a good human, and I bet you think you’re better.” His finger flicked between the folds of my pussy and my whole body shivered. “Did you tell little Jimmy that?”
His voice…the sinister in it, I was all too familiar with and knew he was going to fuck me. Ashton was going to fuck me any minute now, whether I liked it or not because he knew I couldn’t resist him.
“Did you tell Jimmy how my cock turns you into a fluffy girl, killing that tomboy persona you like to give off?” That cut me. Not as deeply as other nasty things he’d said in the past, but it pierced me. When my eyes fell and tears threatened, his lip curled. “I’ve got fuckin’ feelings, too, Nabby-girl. You think I fuckin’ obsess over just any girl?”
My eyes crisscrossed his face, inspecting it for clues to the meaning of his words. Next to me, Ashton was unlatching the knob and a door opened. His mouth was on me again, and he lifted me to straddle him just as Brielle’s “My Muted Love” sounded. My fingers found their way to his head, pushing through the thick carpet of his hair.
The room was dark and smelled of stale air. When I was back on my feet, I could see lamp posts from outside sending shards of light through curtains. It was a storage room. Furniture was all around the ballroom sized space with white sheets covering most. I could make out a large bed, dressers—even a few pinball games.
When the belt of the housecoat was loosened and the shorts to my pajamas were being pulled down my legs, my head shot down. I could only make out Ashton’s shadow from that angle. He knelt in front of me, and when my ankle was freed, my thighs opened to him automatically.
“You tell Jimmy how you like your pussy licked and clit sucked like this, Nabby-girl?”
My eyes fell shut to a squeeze when his wide, warm tongue swept between my lips. I could still hear Brielle beg in the hallway, singing, “…how do I survive my muted love?” Like the weak, heart-confused human I was, I gave in to the sensations shooting up my belly. My back arched against the wall and my hands balled into fists. Ashton licked and licked, causing heat to flash all over. His hands lifted up my stomach, clasping the hem of the tank. When the cotton pushed up over my nipples, my belly contracted and vibrated. I felt crazy and knew I had to look it.
“You told him how you like me to play with these big things?” Ashton’s fingers thrummed my hard nipples.
In seconds, an unexpected orgasm had me barreling over his kneeling frame. Ashton wouldn’t let me ride it out in peace. He cupped my ass, pulling my pussy into his face. I came so hard, my knees gave out on me, a cry ripped through my closed throat. Everything on my body tensed and squeezed, but I couldn’t control anything. And when my clit turned sensitive, I tried pushing him away immediately, but Ashton wouldn’t move.
“Ashton!” I begged, trying not to scream.
He didn’t stop until he wanted to, seconds later. Then he was at my face, hands at the sides of my head.
“You tell him