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“Yeah, okay, I'll head that way now. Bring me a slice of cake whenever they cut it,” I grumble, then walk back toward my dorm.
When I arrive, Ash is sitting on the couch in his boxers. His body on full display, and his hand in his underwear. He groans, watching something on the TV. I can't see what it is, but based on the moans, I think it's…
“Are you watching porn?” I grumble, as I bend to take off my shoes. He grunts and my dick starts to harden.
“The guy who is always telling me about sins is sitting here drunk and high, watching people fuck?” I snort and start to loosen the tie and unbutton my shirt.
We all wore suits to the wedding, but the courtyard was balmy. I hope Bast grabs my jacket from the back of the chair, because I left in a hurry.
“I’m hoping the oxytocin boost from an orgasm will put me in a better mood,” Ash mutters. “I don’t know how you’re okay with this wedding bullshit.”
I sigh, pulling off my shirt. “I’m okay with this because it protects Chastity. We need time for her to feel safe with us, so she knows we won’t hurt her again. She’s getting stronger, yet I can’t help but feel there’s this wariness in her eyes when she looks at us,” I tell him.
Ash pulls his hand out of his boxers with a growl of annoyance. “I fucked up. I let my emotions and thoughts get the better of me, and I made shit up that wasn’t true. I don’t know how to trust this,” he confesses. “My thoughts work against me.”
Kneeling in front of him, I frown at how sad he looks. “You need to talk to Chastity, trust the goodness she has inside of her. She’s never once lied to us. There are things she has omitted, but she’s allowed her secrets. It’s pretty obvious none of it is good, based on her bruises,” I chastise Ash. “What are you most afraid of when it comes to her?”
Ash stares at me for a moment, his amber eyes filled with emotion. Leaning forward, he captures my lips, taking me by surprise. It’s over before I can lean into it, my eyes wide with desire and confusion, as he leans back into the cushions.
“I’m afraid you’ll choose her,” Ash says hoarsely. “I’m kind of an asshole.”
Smirking, I get up and straddle him. “Yeah, but you’remyasshole,” I murmur. His breath hitches as I grind against him. “You feel so good. I’ve been hard since I saw you with your hand in your boxers. We’re never going to leave you. You’re stuck with us.”
Kissing up his neck, Ash surprises me by unbuckling my belt. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he whispers.
Biting my lip, I quickly stand, shedding my pants, then straddle him again. “I think you were trying to come, but were kind of unsuccessful,” I tease him, and he snorts in laughter.
“Yeah, porn never turns me on as much as your body against mine,” Ash says with a tentative smile.
He does it so rarely, it lights up the room when he does. My lips part as I bask in how beautiful he is. Bucking against me, I hiss as his length slides against mine.
“Is it a sin if we come together?” Ash teases me. My eyes roll in pleasure and I shake my head.
“I don’t think I care much if it is. I’m desperate to come with you,” I groan.
“Then use me,” he coaxes, pulling his boxers down so his cock bounces against his abs.
“Fuck, I didn’t think a dick could be pretty,” I grumble. “It’s kind of unfair.”
Ash chuckles, sounding lighter than he has in days. Pulling down my boxers, he feels warm and hard as he grinds me against him. “Fuck,” I whimper, hiding my face in his neck.
“Not yet,” he says, and I bite his neck in retaliation for reminding me.
Swiveling my hips, I ride the high of the sensations I feel. Ash groans, his large hands squeezing my ass as his head drops back. The sounds of our breathing fills the room as we use each other’s bodies for pleasure. It should feel wrong, but it doesn’t.
My hand fists his hair, taking his mouth with mine as I kiss him. Cupping his balls with the other, I gently squeeze and tug, learning what he likes. I could spend every day doing this, and never get bored.
Our tongues duel, teeth clashing, because everything is a bit of a fight between us. I love the push and pull in a way, because it’s even sweeter when he gives in.
“Gonna paint you as mine with my cum,” Ash growls and I gasp.
I’m so damn close. “Fuck, same.” I moan, unable to form words.
Shuddering, a tingle crawls up my back. It happens so fast, I roar, hips jerking as I come, using the friction to my advantage. Ash groans, squeezing me so tightly, I’ll have to check for finger marks. But I’ll wear them with pride. Leaning back, I watch with a smirk as his cock twitches and ropes of cum paint my chest.
“Mine,” he growls proudly. Chuckling, I collapse against him.
“I wouldn’t change it for the world.” I sigh happily.
