Page 2 of Wild Confessions
“You’re making a mistake, Cupcake.” Asher seethes.
“I don’t give a fuck. Get him out of here, now!” She yells. He throws his hands in the air before climbing off the bed and getting dressed. “Ya know what? I need a fucking minute. Everyone get out!” She yells, pointing to the door. Asher's entiredemeanor goes dark as his eyes narrow. My heart pings in my chest at her harsh words.
“Please, let me stay with you tonight.” I plead, holding her gaze, but she shakes her head.
“This was a lot for one evening and I just need to gather my thoughts. Please respect my wishes.” She replies, not meeting my eyes. Ugh, I think that hurts more than her making us leave. I slide off the bed as Ash hauls Jake up from his chair and pushes him out of her room. I close the door behind us, only to hear the lock being engaged the second the door latches. Ash spins on me with a dark look in his eye, but I place my finger against his lips, shaking my head.
“Just get him out of here. Tomorrow is another day. Be back here in the morning. Maybe make some breakfast. We went a little too fast for her. I told you, you would scare her. You never fucking listen to me.” I whisper-yell. He growls, pushing me against her door.
“Fix it, Little Dove. I’ll see you in the morning.” He orders, kissing my forehead as he grabs a knife from the kitchen, slicing into the zip ties and dragging Jake out of the suite. I lock the door behind me and stalk to my room. I rummage through my dresser looking for a shirt and shorts to sleep in.
Getting into my bed, I pick up my phone and scroll the Tok. I knew we were taking it too fast but Ash tying up Jake was the wrong move. He’s still her boyfriend and we have no business in that. She said she would take care of it. We have to trust her in doing so and give her the time to get it done, but my step brother is so fucking impatient and does things how he sees fit.
Rolling over, I put my phone on the charger and lie on my back, staring at the ceiling., Maybe she is right.We should all have the night to ourselves. Hopefully in the morning we can figure out what she wants and I just pray to God it’s us. Not thatI’m going to take no for an answer, but a girl can only hope. My eyes start to drift as sleep takes over.
Waking up, I feel the weight of a hand wrapped around my waist, the light touch of fingers inching down my stomach and I roll over, instantly grabbing her by the throat.
“Bluebird, what do you think you’re doing?” I say as her eyes widen.
“I’m sorry, Peyton. I just needed a minute and when I calmed down, I knew I was wrong and wanted to make it up to you. Where’s Ash?” she says and I squeeze her throat tighter.
“He’s in his room for the night, pissed the fuck off. I don’t think you realize how much he cares about you, how much I care about you. So go ahead, make it up to me and take what you want.” I confess. A lone tear falls from her eye.
“There’s a lot we still need to talk about, but tonight, I don’t want to be alone. Do you think he will come to us if you text him?” She asks and I nod, releasing her throat.
Before I turn to grab my phone, she cups my face, bringing her lips to mine. I hook her leg around my hips, pulling her closer to me as I deepen the kiss. Our tongues swirl so fucking slowly, causing both of us to moan. I pull away and grab my phone as her mouth latches onto my nipple through my tank.Fuck, where has this Riley been hiding?She pulls down my top and takes the other nipple into her mouth, sucking and flicking the hardenedpeak. She’s making it so hard to concentrate as I pull up the text thread with Ash.
Me: You awake?
I drop the phone as her hand slides between my legs, rubbing tight circles on my clit. I groan as her mouth glides down my stomach, biting my hip bone. My phone buzzes and it takes everything in me to say fuck him and not answer, but I know I’ll pay for it later.
Ash: Where did she go? She’s not in her room.
Me: Get over here. She’s currently between my legs, but wants you here, too.
Ash: Say less, Little Dove.
Tossing the phone on the bed, I moan deep as her tongue latches onto my clit.
“Fuck, Bluebird. I love your warm mouth. Eat me baby. Make me shatter.” I groan and she hums against my clit. I could never deny her or him. Now if he would just hurry, then we can finally be together with no interruption.
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Riley
Peyton’s legs shake as I continue to lap her up. Her pussy tastes so fucking good. I never knew I liked to go down on girls until her. The way her body responds to my every lick, flick, and touch just eggs me on. Her moans and whimpers make my cunt drip with need as I suck her clit slowly into my warm mouth, flicking my tongue gently, causing her to mewl. I release her bundle of nerves and kiss up her stomach to her tits, taking the hardened peak between my teeth and rolling it.
“Where’ve you been hiding? I love this version of you, Bluebird.” She whimpers as I continue up her chest, licking up her chin to her lips.
“I love when you whimper for me. Do I make you feel good?” I whisper against her sultry lips. She lifts her head slightly off the bed to capture my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pulls me down on top of her, rolling us onto our sides as our tongues glide against each other. I groan as her hands trail downmy spine, gripping my ass and giving it a squeeze as I hook a leg over her hip. She brings one hand up to cup my face, deepening the kiss as the other travels from my ass up my back, causing goosebumps to litter my body.
Pulling away, I raise a brow waiting for an answer, but she takes my hand and pushes it between her legs. She moans when my fingers slide into her soaked pussy.
“Does that tell you enough? I’m drenched because of you. I don’t think you’ve grasped just how bad I want you Riley. For months I’ve wanted you, and now, I’m not letting you go.” She confesses.I add another finger into her soaked core as the door opens. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as a naked Asher steps into the room, slowly taking us in as he strokes his length.
“Don’t stop on my account. You both look breathtaking making each other feel good.” He smirks as I remove my wet fingers from Peyton and call him over with them, wanting him to lick my fingers clean.
“Come taste her.” I demand. He climbs on the bed, grabbing my hand and licking my fingers clean before biting down on the pad of my middle finger, sending a straight shock to my core. My eyes widen at how good it feels and he winks when he notices my reaction.Releasing my digit, he groans, pushing me down on the bed as he positions himself between us.