by Angel Allen
A hard cock. It curves upward, the soft mushroom tip practically staring me in the face.
“Sadie,” he says in a strangled tone, and I think I hear him groan as he sinks his fingers into my hair, holding me still. Holding me back. “You’re drunk, and I don’t mess with drunk chicks.”
“I’m not a chick.” I fight his grasp, and he loosens his fingers without much effort on my part. Because he wants my mouth wrapped around his cock. His ragged breathing is evidence enough. I tilt forward and allow him to comb back my thick hair with his fingers.
I flash back to what I witnessed earlier through the ajar door of my boyfriend’s—ex-boyfriend’s—office. Blondie hadn’t just used her mouth. She’d fisted the base of his cock as she bobbed her mouth on the tip.
Bringing trembling fingers to Ashton’s lap, I curl my hand around the thick root of his shaft and slide my lips over the head.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so much more than just a chick.”
My heart is beating out of control as I fasten my mouth around him, rolling my tongue over the plump head, gliding my hand up and down velvet steel.
“Goddamn, Sadie.” His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, and he lets out another groan as I take in another inch.
My head is swimming, no doubt from the alcohol, but mostly from the fact that I have Ash’s dick in my mouth. This moment is too surreal. I’m not this brazen girl who does shit like this, especially in public.
But it feels good to be this girl now.
Feels damn good to shatter his sanity, steal his breath, and take what I want.
I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, but I must be doing something right, because his thigh is rigid under my free hand, and his groans drift to my ears in choked pleas, as if I’m wrenching them from his throat by force.
He tastes good, sweet with a hint of salt. He smells even better, with his light, woodsy scent infusing my nose as I work his length toward the back of my throat.
Ash lets out a low curse, his hips jerking, and I grab hold of his knee to keep from falling over as I impale myself on his erection. His tip hits my tonsils, and the instant my gag reflex kicks in, I begin to panic.
Damn it. I’m losing control. Letting fear seize me. This is the point when I shy away, but with Ashton…I don’t want to stop this time. I want to know what it’s like to make a man come undone.
I want to know what it’s like to reach past my limits, and I want to do it with Ashton. I’ve known him for most of my life, and I trust him without question. He won’t judge or get angry at my inexperience or lack of skill. He won’t cop an attitude and act butt hurt if I have to put on the brakes.
His hands guide the tempo of my mouth, the depth of his thrusts, and I gag again. Drawing air through my nose, I pull back the tiniest bit and count the rapid thumps of my heartbeat before sucking him deeper once more. His grasp on my hair tugs at my scalp, taking some of the control away from me. Ensuring I don’t pull away again.
God, he’s shaking, and something about the way his body is trembling excites me. Warmth floods the space between my legs.
Is that me moaning?
Holy shit, it is.
I’m losing myself to the task, enjoying it for the first time ever.
Someone’s talking above the music, and Ashton goes still. I’m so lost in him that I don’t realize Amanda is back at first. His voice sounds far away as he says something to her.
“Sadie’s ah…she’s…”
He pulls on my strands one last time before dropping his hands from my head, as if he doesn’t want me to stop. I veer back and let his erection slip from my mouth, and horrified at the thought of being caught and having to explain, I wrack my brain for an out. Inspiration strikes, and I fumble with my ear, unhooking an earring as I scoot ass-first out from underneath the table, wiping my lips on my arm as I go. I pray the lighting is dim enough to hide my blazing cheeks.
“I was just…just looking for my earring.” I hold up the tiny hoop in question before pushing it through my lobe again. But I can’t meet Amanda’s eyes, and I sure as hell can’t bring myself to face Ash.
Shit, I don’t have a choice. I face my friend and meet her eyes with a boldness I don’t feel. They’re the same sea-blue shade as her brother’s.
“Jesus, Sadie. You’re about to fall over.” Holding the requested fries in one hand, Amanda uses the other to give me a slight push back into the booth. She slides in next to me, and the telltale sound of Ashton zipping up his jeans makes me shiver.
The weight of his stare presses on me like a wet blanket. I’m immovable, and way too fucking hot. He’s mere inches from me, radiating heat.
Breathing with jagged desire.
Peeking below lowered lashes, I spy the death grip he has on the edge of the table. Seconds pass as I bring my eyes to his, plummeting into the sea of his gaze. I don’t think either of us are breathing. The world falls silent around us as our secret pings back and forth between us.
“What’s up with you two?” Amanda asks. “Are you guys fighting or something?”
I swivel my attention to Amanda, relieved to find that she doesn’t suspect the truth. Like usual, she assumes we’ve been arguing over something stupid—the way she and Ashton do all the time. In that moment, it doesn’t even cross her mind that I’m seeing Ash in a whole new light for the first time.
Far, far removed from brotherly affection.
My God. I had his cock in my mouth.
Maybe tomorrow, as I bury my hungover head beneath the covers to block out the searing reality of daylight, maybe then my insane actions will start to penetrate.
But tonight…everything is surreal. Ethereal even. With alcohol still buzzing through my veins, ignoring my mortification is doable. I’m trying to form a response when Ashton beats me to it.
“I cut her off.” He slides an arm along the back of the booth, skin brushing my nape. A tingle of awareness shoots straight to my core.
I tell myself it’s because of the alcohol.
I’m not breathless and jittery from the heat of Ashton’s caress on my neck.
“I think she’s had enough.” He reaches across the table and grabs a fry, rubbing his chest against my arm. He brings the golden fry to my lips. “Have you had enough, Sawyer?”
My heart adopts a crazy rhythm as I dip forward and take the offered fry, my lips grazing his warm fingers. As I chew, I meet his eyes again.
There’s a challenge in them. A smug glint to match the smirk taking hold of his lips. He’s enjoying this too much. With a gulp, I swallow the fry. But I’m thinking about swallowing something else. His focus wanders to my lips, and I know what he’s thinking. He knows that I know what he’s thinking.
My mouth. His cock. Unfinished business.
Fear barrels through my bravado. Real fear. Not the kind one experiences when faced with a what-if or an unknown, but the kind of soul-numbing terror that blasts through your blood when you realize how badly you fucked up. When you realize that fuck-up could be the beginning of the end of something too important to lose.
A lifelong friend…gone in the tatters of the status quo.
This is why I snuffed out any feelings beyond friendship when I hit my senior year of high school. Ashton and Amanda are like family, my sanctuary against my own disapproving flesh and blood. I’ve witnessed how ugly his breakups get with his various girlfriends over the years, have seen his inability to commit to one girl for longer than a few weeks. Nausea rises, thick in my throat.
A few weeks of blissful insanity with him isn’t worth breaking a lifelong bond.
“I…I think I’m gonna get sick.” I nudge Amanda out of the booth before pushing past her to make a beeline for the restroom, wrestling my way through the throng of people all oblivious to the turmoil rolling in my belly. Maybe if I hide in the ladies’ room long enough, Ashton will forget I exist.
Chapter Three
Ashton
Sadie comes back looking sick
er than she did when she bolted for the ladies’ room. Mandy scoots out of the booth to let her back in, but she doesn’t budge. She doesn’t meet my eyes, either.
I have no fucking clue why she pulled that stunt under the table, but I’m still hard as fuck over it, not to mention confused.
“I had too much, guys,” Sadie says. “I’m gonna take a cab home.”
“Like hell you are.” I stand and shoot her a glare. “I’ll drop you guys off on my way home. Unlike the two of you, I haven’t been drinking.”
Willing my dick to settle down, I exit the booth and hand them their coats. The nights are getting chillier as the leaves change colors, and Sadie is drunk enough to forget her jacket. The last thing I want is for her to get sick.
After they shrug into their jackets, and I take care of our tab, I herd my sister and Sadie toward the entrance of the club. Mandy leads the way, winding a path between the tables and dancing bodies. I take Sadie’s hand and pull her along behind me. The place is overcrowded, and I don’t want to risk losing her in the throng of people in her current state of fucked-up.
“Party Monster” by The Weekend blares through the speakers, the bass vibrating under our feet. Glancing over my shoulder, I take in Sadie’s appearance. Wild red locks riot around her flushed face, and she’s focusing on the dirty floor while we move through the club. I don’t have to see her eyes to know they’re the sexiest hue of jade I’ve ever seen.
And that little black dress. She failed to button up her jacket, and damn, she was out for blood tonight when she dragged that low cut scrap of fabric over her body. Has she always had such a sexy-as-fuck rack?
I don’t even have to answer that question. I’ve known for a while what a knockout Sadie has become.
My Sadie.
I want so much to talk to her and find out what she’s thinking, but she and my sister share an apartment, so there’s no chance for us to work this shit out until tomorrow after Mandy leaves for her weekend job tatting skin. Sadie, no doubt, will be hungover in bed. I plan to attack then and hopefully get some damn answers.
She can’t just pull this shit and pretend it didn’t happen.
She had her lips wrapped around my cock like they belonged there. And damn it to hell because it felt right. Aiming my gaze forward again, I almost groan out loud at the thought of shoving back into her mouth to finish the job. It’s been a long time since a woman made me this hot over a blow job, and the fact that it was interrupted is only making it worse.
Fucking hell, this is Sadie, I remind myself. She’s not just some faceless woman I picked up for a night of no-strings-attached sex.
It’s Sadie.
I don’t know how many times I’ll have to repeat that in my mind before it sticks.
Lord knows I’ve wanted her for a long time. But Sadie has always been and will always be out of my league. She’s fucking off limits. Sweet, sexy, and sincere. Too innocent to subject to my depraved ways. I can only imagine what her reaction would be if she ever found out what I’m like in bed.
The red would never leave her flawless, pale cheeks. Both sets of cheeks, because I’d spank her ass for putting me through this torture.
As we step onto the sidewalk outside the club, Sadie stumbles into me.
“Sorry,” she slurs as the chilly wind whips her auburn hair around her shoulders.
The sidewalk is wet with new rain, and I’m not about to let her slip and fall. Hoisting her over my shoulder, I lead the way to my car, Mandy steady on her feet at my side. She didn’t have nearly as much to drink as Sadie did.
“I’ve never seen her this smashed, Ash,” she says, watching me buckle Sadie into the front seat of my Honda.
“Me neither.” I grit my teeth, not liking her behavior one bit. I’m tempted to take her home and spank her ass anyway, to hell with the consequences. Tomorrow, we can hash out our actions and desires—her tempting lips around my dick, and my twitchy hand unleashing punishment onto her bottom.
But fifteen minutes later, I tuck her drunken body into her bed and hightail it out of their apartment before I get myself in serious trouble. I’m almost home when I make an unplanned right turn down a tree-lined street. I roll up to one of the many off-campus student apartment complexes less than two minutes later. The chances of Corinne being home on a Friday night are slim, but I’ll take my chances, especially since she’s been trying to get back into my pants for a couple of weeks.
Because I need an outlet for this rampant desire raging through my blood, compliments of my sister’s best friend. It’s pouring rain by the time I climb the stairs to Corinne’s apartment, and I’m relieved to see light shining through the gap in her living room curtains. She answers the door in gray sweatpants and a pink T-shirt. Makeup free, she’s far from dressed up, with her blond hair pulled back in a long ponytail.
I’ve always been partial to blondes, with the exception of one redhead who has the power to make me crazy.
“Hi,” Corinne says, and without another word, she opens the door and gestures for me to come inside.
“Tearing up the town tonight, I see.”
She responds to my teasing grin with one of her own. “Got a test on Monday.”
“Look at you,” I say, reaching out and twirling her ponytail, “staying home to study like a good girl.”
Long, dark lashes flutter over her deep brown eyes. “I’m just finishing up for the night, if you want to…”
“I want.” Letting go of her hair, I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her close. “And you know how I want it.”
Heat flushes her cheeks, and something flashes in her eyes, but it comes and goes too fast to put my finger on it. “I do know, Ashton.”
Of course, she does. She’s known about my ways since we were in high school together. Though looking back, I had no business touching her, considering she’s two years younger.
She steps away, tossing a coy smile over her shoulder, and heads toward her bedroom. I follow, watching as she sheds her clothes along the way. Getting naked in front of me is nothing new to her. As she bends over the end of her bed, sticking her ass out the way she knows I like, I unzip my pants. The arch of her spine is graceful, and I pull the tie from her hair, admiring how her blond locks splay across her back.
“It’s been so long,” she moans, grasping the comforter with both hands. She spreads her legs in invitation. “Fuck me, Ashton.”
“Were you a bad girl? Is that why you’re home cramming this weekend?”
“Yes. I was a very bad girl.”
I bring my palm down on her right ass cheek with a satisfying smack. “Shameful, Corinne.” I smack her other cheek, using more force this time, and she flinches.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
This girl lives to take my punishments. She’ll do anything to get my cock inside her, and nothing turns me on more than a red ass. I smack her flesh for several minutes, growing harder with every flinch and gasp.
“God, fuck me, Ash. I’m dying here.” With a long, needy moan, she pushes her ass into my waiting palms, silently begging me to take her. Deciding to put her out of her misery, I roll a condom onto my cock and nudge the head at her wet opening.
And that’s when I falter.
That’s when I see the flaming shade of auburn instead of blond.
The memory of Sadie’s mouth on me is too potent. Too shattering. Letting out a ragged breath, I step away from Corinne, pushing both hands through my hair as my heart pounds painfully in my chest.
What the hell? My fucking dick has never been so hard and ready to go, but it has nothing to do with the woman laid out in front of me, more than willing. And for the first time ever, I can’t muster the will to fuck.
Sadie has totally messed with my head, and she’s going to explain. She’s going to pay for this.
“Corinne…I can’t do this right now,” I say, removing the rubber. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here tonight.” Zipping up my pants, I flee her apartmen
t and escape into the downpour.
Chapter Four
Sadie
Someone’s sitting on my bed, their body sinking into the mattress next to my hip. Despite the drummer going to town in my head, I force my lids open, blinking the grit away for several seconds.
Jesus. Why is the sunlight so bright? Have those rays always come through my bedroom window with the power to blind a person?
And why is Ashton sitting on my bed first thing in the morning? As I push my tangled hair from my eyes, everything that I did the night before floods back.
“Oh, God…” I yank the covers over my face.
He pulls them back down. “Wanna tell me why you did that last night?”
Shaking my head with a groan, I haul my blanket over my head again and mutter an incomprehensible “no.”
Ashton jerks the comforter below my chin, knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, and I know there’s no way in hell he’s going to let what happened last night go. And he isn’t going away until I give him an explanation. But the truth is too convoluted for even me to grasp. In my drunken state, still hurt over finding Jake with his pants down and another woman’s lips wrapped around his cock, I was drawn to Ashton.
For comfort?
For revenge?
Or because…no.
“C’mon, Sadie. You can’t suck my cock out of the blue and expect me to not ask why.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “I caught Jake’s assistant blowing him last night.”
He quirks an unsurprised brow, but at least he has the grace not to say I told you so. Amanda’s already given me enough hell about Jake and his womanizing vibes.
I sit up, careful to keep the lower half of my body covered, and Ashton scoots over on the mattress to give me more room.
“So you did it to…what? Get back at him?”
“No!” My eyes go wide. I temper my voice before continuing. “I was drunk. I’m not sure why I did it.”