“Anyone done this to you before, little one?” His voice is deep and rougher than normal and as it rumbles through me, I feel my center getting wetter.
I stifle a groan of frustration. I’m not entirely sure what I need him to do right now, but I know I need him to touch me, to do something instead of just stare at me.
“N-no.”
A wicked smile curls up at his lips.
“Good. You’ll always remember me then.”
I want to tell him that he’s such an asshole that it’s probably not possible anyway but I don’t get the chance because he wraps his hands around my hips as he fixes his lips over me.
His tongue almost immediately starts to circle my clit and I cry out at the sensation.
“Fuuuuuck.”
I have no idea if I need to drag him closer or push him away, the sensation is so intense. Fuck. I don’t even know my own fucking name as he licks, sucks and grazes his teeth against me.
My back arches, thrusting my breasts in the air as I fight to do as I was told and watch him.
His eyes remain on me as I fight to stay still and he ups the ante, circling my entrance with one finger.
“Ashton,” I scream as he pushes the digit deep inside me. The foreign sensation too good to deny.
He shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t want it to continue so badly.
With one finger inside me and his lips latched onto my core, he reaches out with his other hand and pinches my nipple.
“Oh god.”
I fall down onto the piano with such force it cries out its own tune for a second.
My fingers of one hand curl around the wood as the other dives for Ashton’s hair. I grip on to him, holding him in place and ensuring that he’s not about to stop whatever it is that he’s doing to me.
Everything around me disappears and I feel like I’m floating as sensations surge through my body.
Adding another finger, it only gets more and more intense and I hold on to him tighter.
“Let go,” he whispers against me, the vibrations of his deep voice only adding to his ministrations.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant as the ball that’s been growing inside me gets so big that all it can do is shatter. “Oh god. Ashton,” I scream as it explodes.
White lights spark behind my eyes as my entire body twitches and convulses against his face.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I continue to whisper as he slows down and the feelings start to subside.
My chest heaves as I try to drag in the air I need, and my eyelids get heavy.
The room spins around me as the overwhelming need to sleep hits me like a truck.
The last thing I remember is Ashton coming to stand beside me and press his lips to mine. I remember thinking how hot it was that he tasted like me, but then everything goes black.
11
Ruby
I come to with what feels like a freaking drum pounding in my head.
Groaning, I roll over and my stomach turns.
I still immediately and try to cast my mind back to why I feel so horrendous.
Then the reason hits me full force.
Sitting up in a rush, my stomach rolls again and I grip the sheets, ready to throw them back to run toward a bathroom.
Thankfully, it subsides and I open my eyes.
“Huh?”
I’m in my bedroom.
Lifting the sheets from my body, I look down to find I’m wearing my cheer uniform once again, only I soon notice that one item of clothing is missing.
The image of Ashton ripping my panties from my body fills my mind and my traitorous body heats as I continue running the events of the night before through my head.
“Oh my god,” I mutter, dropping my head into my hands.
Please tell me it’s a really bad dream and I really didn’t let my stepbrother eat me out on top of a piano.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
But even as ashamed as I am for how I acted, I can’t deny that it wasn’t a serious fucking high. Screw his blunt from the other day, that was something else.
No, no, no. Don’t even think about it.
Falling back down into bed, I pull the sheets over my head and will my body to go back to sleep. But I can’t, I’ve got too many questions racing around in my head.
Like, how did I get from being naked on a piano to mostly dressed again and in my own bed? What did he do to me after I passed out? Did I even pass out or are there parts of last night that I’m forgetting? Shit, did I let him fuck me? I wiggle my hips and feel nothing unusual. Surely, I’d know if it went that far, right?
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ruby. What are you doing?” I ask myself before flipping the sheets back once more and pushing from the bed.
My head spins and pounds, and my stomach feels less than secure as I plod toward my bathroom, stripping out of my uniform as I do.
After making use of the toilet, I stand with my hands on the basin and stare at myself in the mirror.
“Shit,” I gasp when I get a look at my smeared face paint, but that’s nothing compared to my shock when I look at my chest. It’s covered in red marks, some of which look suspiciously like bite marks. “What the fuck have I done?”
After a very long hot shower, I drag on a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt and reluctantly head out of my room, knowing that I can hardly hide in here forever.
Weirdly, there’s no music coming from Ashton’s room. It must be the first time since he arrived that he’s not had it booming just to piss me off.
When I get downstairs, I find both Mom and Stephen sitting at the table eating breakfast.
“Hey, honey. I thought you
