My strokes are frenzied and rough, like the orgasm I’m pulling from my body is a punishment instead of pleasure. Sweat lines my brows as my head rests against the hard wood. The longer I jack myself, my legs tremble, and no matter how hard I try, Ash’s face, his body, his piercings, his fucking balls, won’tleave my mind. It’s a slideshow behind my closed eyelids of the twin I shouldn’t be thinking about.
The water droplets covering his chest.
The trail of hair that leads down to what I now know is a dark, trimmed patch of hair that surrounds his cock.
The way he looked doing yoga in my yard in those fucking shorts that were practically painted on.
His goddamn eyes. They’re like fucking gemstones.
Fuck.
Teeth gritted, my fist flies up and down my length as I imagine things I’ve never imagined before. A man.Ash.The way he’d look peering up at me from his knees with those mismatched eyes. The smirk he’d give me. The way it would feel to replace my hand with his.
Would it feel soft? Or would his palm be rough like mine is?
I picture the way his lips would look stretched around my length as he took me into his mouth. Would he like that? Could he take me deep?
Fuck me, I can’t help but imagine how different it would feel from Violet sucking my dick. She isn’t a fan of doing it… Is he?
Dammit, this is so fucking wrong. But I can’t stop. The thoughts keep coming, each one more fucked up than the last.
Ash deepthroating me.
Ash fucking his own hand while he choked on my cock because sucking me off would turn him on so much he couldn’t wait.
Ash taking my fucking load on his tongue. Him swallowing it all.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
My release hits me like a freight train. It’s unexpected and all at once, my muscles tightening up as pleasure crawls through my extremities until it’s all-consuming and I’m shooting thick ropes onto the floor as I grit my teeth, trying to not make afucking sound. My cock pulses stream after stream until there’s nothing left, and as soon as I’m finished, reality crashes over me like a bucket of ice water.
Irritation slices through my senses as I reach behind my head and rip off my shirt, tossing it onto the ground to cover the mess I just made. Using my foot, I drag the shirt around, cleaning it all up before I toss it in the hamper and climb into bed.
I stare up at the ceiling, hands tucked underneath my head, trying to make sense of what just happened. Not just what happened against the door, but out in the hall, at Violet’s, and last night. What the hell is going on with me, and why can’t I get Ash off my mind?
Rolling onto my side with a huff, I do my best to quiet my mind and get some sleep, but unfortunately, that’s not in the cards for me tonight.
Fucking lovely.
Chapter 13
Ash
“Fuckkkk,” I groan, my cheek pressed into my pillow as my hips grind into the mattress. I have to get up soon, but I woke up bricked up, and I can’t think about doing anything else until I drain my balls.
Running—literally—into Finn last night after my shower was unexpected and embarrassing as hell at first, especially since he accidentally ripped the towel off my body and got an eyeful of my dick. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never show my face again… That is, until I got a good look at him and realized that Finn may not be as straight as I thought he was. He’s not as unaffected by whatever has been brewing between us as he likes to pretend he is. Because after he looked at my cock, daddy Finn was rocking a chub, and if I had to guess, I’d say he locked himself in his room and took care of that issue afterwards.
I know I did.
I can’t remember a time when I was so horny, so fired up, it felt like I could come without even touching myself, but I waslast night. And then again, this morning, hence the reason I’m humping my bed like a desperate, pubescent teenager.
Gripping the sheets between my fingers, I groan at the feeling of my stiff cock gliding against my bed. The friction I get from it. Pre-cum leaks from the slit with each rock of my hips, and I imagine my body on top of Finn instead of on my bed. Imagine our hard lengths lined up as we grind against each other. Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I did something like that with someone. There’s something so filthy and erotic about shamelessly rubbing your dicks together while making out feverishly and breathlessly, chasing the high your bodies are bringing one another.
God, what it would feel like to wrap my naked and sweaty body around Finn’s, to feel his heart beat wildly as I brought him pleasure. It’s a fantasy I shouldn’t be having, for a multitude of reasons, but I can’t help it. Not after last night…or the night before that. It’s fueling the fire burning inside of me, flooding my senses with red-hot pleasure as my balls tighten and my cockhead swells. A whimper falls off my lips as I pinch my eyes shut, riding the wave that the image of Finn brings. My cock throbs as I unload all over the sheets, a rush of ecstasy that heats my blood and makes my heart pound harder. Biting down on the pillow to stifle my groan, I keep going until there’s nothing left.
As soon as I’m finished, I become grossly aware of the fact that I now have to get up and wash my sheets immediately. I’m getting out of bed later than I typically do, and I know Finn has already left for work because I heard his footsteps shuffling around in the hall a little while ago. Rolling off the mattress, I get dressed, glancing at the clock on my nightstand. Tucker shouldn’t be up for another half hour or so, so after I strip the sheets off the bed, I bring them to the laundry room, happy to find the washing machine empty.
I get the load started, and as I’m about to leave, I notice Finn’s laundry basket. It wasn’t in here last night when I was folding the towels I washed, so he must’ve dropped it in here before he left for work. It’s not the basket itself that has me stopping in my tracks. It’s the shirt poking out from underneath the pajama pants on top. My eyes zero in on it…or really, what’sonit. Looking up, like maybe I’m going to find Finn staring at me, I can’t help but feel like a creep, considering going through his laundry, but I can’t help. I need to know.
