FURY: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Rosewood High Book 6) Page 16

  “Mine,” I state, running my finger over the angry mark before trailing it up to her pussy and sweeping it through her wetness.

  My eyes hold her hooded ones as I circle her entrance.

  “Say it.”

  She licks her lips, and my cock jumps at the sight.

  “W-what?”

  “Who does this pussy belong to, little one?”

  “Y-you?” I’m not sure if it was meant to come out as a question but it does.

  “Yes, Ruby. Fucking mine.”

  I reach for the bottle of vodka and swallow down some more before handing what’s left to her.

  “Drink. Then you’re mine.”

  She eagerly tips it back and the second she pulls the bottle away from her lips, I latch mine around her clit.

  She moans around the mouthful of vodka as her body tenses. “Oh my God,” she finally cries once she’s swallowed.

  19

  Ruby

  My back hits the mattress as he circles my clit with his tongue.

  My head spins with the vodka and the events of the night. Of the party, Axel, Willow, and Ashton.

  He was so fucking angry.

  Fear races down my spine once more at the memory, but it mixes with what he’s doing to me and I cry out his name.

  So good.

  He slides a finger inside me, and everything apart from the two of us falls away. There is no Seattle, no bullshit between us, no hate, It’s just us, this moment and pleasure. So much pleasure.

  My fingers sink into his dark hair as I try to pull him closer. He’s right up in my business but still, it’s nowhere near enough, and I’m not sure it ever will be.

  I wonder if that’s how he felt while my mouth was so full of his cock. I always thought I’d hate doing that, it certainly never really appealed to me with any of the guys I’ve got close to before, but the second I pulled his boxers down, taking him my mouth and making him feel as good as he had me that night was all I could think about.

  He pushes a second finger inside me as he continues his assault on my clit. I feel so full, but I have a feeling that it’s nothing compared to where this is going.

  The rational side of my brain knows I shouldn’t let it go there, but the reckless girl inside of me knows that it’s exactly what’s going to happen. It should have happened on Halloween, we both know that, and maybe if it did, we wouldn’t have ended up as we have. He might not have run, he might not have a reason to claim he has images from that night. He might care.

  I shake my head. No, he still wouldn’t care.

  Being here, going to that party tonight, it taught me a lot about Ashton, things that explain a lot about the cold, dark person that he is. I’m pretty sure at this point in his life he’s incapable of caring. He’s too lost.

  My skin starts to burn and my body begins to feel weightless as my orgasm builds higher and higher.

  His finger bends just so and he rubs at that magical spot inside of me that makes my eyes cross with pleasure.

  I’m just about to fall over the edge, the beautiful oblivion is right there, right in touching distance... and then it’s gone.

  “What the—” I look to find Ash between my legs, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. His eyes are dark and his lips are parted as he heaves out his breaths.

  Fuck, he’s beautiful.

  Dark. Dangerous, Addictive. But really fucking beautiful.

  A smirk curls up at one side of his lips.

  “You defied me, little one.”

  My chin drops in shock. “Y-you can’t leave it there.”

  “Can’t I?” His hand slides down the inside of my thighs and my core clenches.

  “Such a pretty pussy. It’s going to be such a shame to ruin it.”

  He teases me with one fingertip, ensuring my orgasm remains right there, teasing me.

  “Ashton, please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please...” I look down to where he’s playing with me and then to his cock. “Fuck me.”

  If he’s shocked by my words, he doesn’t show it.

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

  He throws my legs around his waist as he scoots forward. My eyes remain locked between my legs as he takes himself in hand and glides the tip through my wetness.

  “Ash,” I moan, my head falling back in pleasure as he lowers it to my entrance and pushes just slightly inside me.

  My muscles ripple, trying to pull him in deeper, to find out just how he’ll feel.

  “Are you on the pill, little one?”

  I nod.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I shake my head. “Not even a little bit, Ash.”

  He chuckles, reaching over me to his nightstand. After a beat, he pulls back with a little silver square between his fingers.

  “I’ve never gone bare, Ruby. Not even this close to it.”

  “Bullshit,” I moan as he keeps moving against me.

  “No,” he barks, his hand wrapping around my throat, forcing me to look at him. “Not bullshit. Not even close.”

  I know he’s not telling me this to convince me not to use one. If he wanted to go down that route, he’d be inside me already.

  My heart races as I look between him and the condom, my head screaming at me that I shouldn’t be so reckless. But tonight, I don’t give a shit.

  Reaching out, I pluck it from his fingers and fling it across the room.

  “Little one?”

  “Let’s have our firsts together,” I whisper, already knowing that he’s far from an actual virgin. I don’t need his skilled touch and confident words to know that, just his aura says it all. Plus, if tonight’s party is how he used to spend his time here, then... well... anything is literally possible. I watched him snort coke while a couple fucked against the wall somewhere behind him.

  My thoughts vanish from my head the second his lips pull into a smile and his fingers tighten on my throat. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Tonight, it’s just me and you.” I lift my hand and trace the fullness of his lips with my finger. “Nothing between us.”

  He drops his lips to mine and plunges his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and forcing it to join, which it does willingly.

  After long delicious minutes, he pulls back. His forehead rests against mine and his dark, haunted eyes bore into me.

  “I’m not the guy you should give this to, but like fuck is that going to stop me.”

  His lips slam down on mine once more, his fingers twitching around my neck, but his thumb gently caresses my pulse point making my head spin. Then just when I relax into it, he thrusts his hips forward. His grip on me stops me from flying up the bed as my body tries to process what just happened.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry as the pain sears through me. It’s like I’m being ripped in two.

  Tears burn the back of my eyes and I squeeze them tight, not wanting to ruin all of this by crying.

  He doesn’t move, hell, I don’t think he even breathes as I lie there trying to compose myself as the pain begins to subside.

  “Ruby?” His voice is so soft, so at odds to all the wicked things he’s said to me since... well, since we met that it makes my eyes fly open. The second they do, tears escape, trickling down my temples and soaking into my hair.

  Releasing my throat, he leans down and licks my tears away before bringing his lips back to mine.

  But this kiss is different. It’s softer, sweeter, and does nothing for the emotion clogging my throat or the tears that are still in my eyes.

  After a few minutes, he moves, and pain and sparks shoot out from my core.

  “Oh,” I gasp.

  “You feel so good, little one. So fucking tight.” His words give me the confidence I didn’t even realize I needed.

  “Yeah?” I breathe, running my hands up his sculpted back and resting them over his shoulders as he continues to move slowly.

  He kisses across my cheek before his lips press against my ear.

>   “I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before,” he admits quietly, making me gasp. “In case you wanted another of my firsts.”

  “Ashton,” I moan when he suddenly sits up. The angle change is mind-blowing.

  I rip my eyes open and look at him sitting between my thighs with his cock buried deep inside me. I look over every inch of him, every line, indent, and tense muscle, and it’s when I notice just how tense he is that I recognize how torturous this must be for him right now. His restraint is way better than I’d have given him credit for.

  “Fuck me,” I breathe. A smile twitches at my lips when his eyes shutter at my words.

  “Fuck, little one.”

  He slides his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly before he pulls almost all the way out before sliding straight back in.

  The pain is still there, but as I take his length again, something else takes over. My lost orgasm begins to resurface and for the first time, I wonder if he left me hanging not just to torture me but in the hope it might make this better.

  He repeats the action, again and again, his movements remaining slow. His fingers dig into my ass with his need for more but at no point does he give in to it.

  I moan, my back arching when he pushes deeper.

  “Good?” he asks, his voice strained.

  “Yeah, more.”

  He releases my ass, bringing his fingers to my clit and pinches hard.

  “Oh shit.”

  “Sure you’re ready for this?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.

  “Give me everything.”

  The next time he slowly pulls out, he doesn’t take his time sliding back inside me, instead, he powers forward, slamming into me and making me shoot up the bed.

  His other hand clamps around one of my hips and he ups his pace, slamming into me again and again.

  My eyes get heavy as my release gets closer once more, but with his eyes locked on mine, I can’t find it in me to close them. I want to watch him. I want to see the moment he falls over the edge again.

  He pinches my clit harder once and I lose all control of every part of my body. My muscles lock up and my eyes slam shut as pleasure crashes into me. Wave after wave of white-hot, addictive, ecstasy.

  At no point does he stop moving and thankfully my release subsides just in time for me to open my eyes and to witness him lose control. He throws his head back, his grip on my hips becoming impossibly tight before he roars, and his cock jerks violently inside me. Knowing what he’s doing, that he’s marking me, branding me, just like he did on my thigh, sends aftershocks from my orgasm racing through me.

  “Holy shit,” he pants, dropping down on top of me and pressing me into the mattress. Our sweat-slick skin sticks together as his fingers absently trace circles on the hip he just released.

  “You okay?” he mumbles, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

  I’m silent for a minute as I consider his question. My body aches, my head spins, but fuck, I feel so alive right now.

  A smile, despite the fact he can’t see it. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

  He doesn’t say anything in response, and I can only assume he’s passed out on top of me.

  I run my fingers through his hair, loving the softness against my skin before I trail them down his neck and onto his back. His skin prickles under my touch and I can’t help but smile that I affect him—even if he is asleep right now.

  “You’re making me hard again,” he whispers, startling me.

  “Shit, I’m... sorry.”

  “Don’t,” he snaps harshly, pulling his face from the crook of my neck. The second I look into his eyes, I relax at the heat staring back at me. “Don’t ever apologize for that.”

  I don’t get to respond because his lips find mine and I’m swept away in his kiss.

  We kiss for the longest time, our hands explore everything we can reach, but at no point does he try to take it further. He’s way more thoughtful than I ever expected him to be, and the polar opposite of how all of this started.

  “Shower with me,” he murmurs in my ear before licking up the sensitive skin of my neck.

  “Okay,” I breathe, knowing that I could really do with one after all of that. Although when he climbs from the bed, leaving me cold, I regret my decision instantly. That isn’t until he bends down and scoops me into his arms.

  “I can walk.”

  “You don’t have to.” He carries me all the way to the bathroom before turning the shower on and stepping inside once the water is warm.

  I gasp when he presses my back against the tiles, the coldness biting into my flushed skin.

  “I can’t get enough,” he admits before capturing my lips once more.

  Water rains down over us, washing away the evidence of tonight and letting it swirl down the drain, I only hope it could take Ashton’s anger at the world with it because even riding the high I am right now, I know that sometime soon I’m going to come crashing back to reality.

  He unhooks my legs from his waist and lowers my legs to the floor before he begins kissing down my body until he’s on his knees before me.

  “Does it hurt?” he asks so quietly I almost miss it over the torrent of water.

  “Just a bit tender,” I lie. Reality is that it’s more than a little tender.

  Lifting one leg from the floor, he throws it over his shoulder before leaning forward and licking gently up the length of me. I’m still so sensitive from our time together that it’s almost too much to bear.

  My fingers tangle in his wet locks as he continues his gentle assault on me.

  He doesn’t let up until I’m coming against his face.

  I’m still fighting to catch my breath when he stands before me, reaching out for my cheek.

  “Hey,” I say shyly. I’m not embarrassed, far too much has happened between us for that to be the case now, but staring at him right now, I feel like I’m finally meeting the real him. The Ashton who’s put all his hate and anger to one side, the boy who—even if only for a few moments—has lowered his walls and allowed me to see the person hiding behind.

  “Hey.” A smile curls at his lips and I’m powerless but to step into him and reach up to feel them against mine once more.

  Gentler than I thought he was capable of, he washes every inch of me before wrapping me in a towel and leading me back to his bedroom. He encourages me onto the bed and after fixing the twisted sheets he crawls in with me, pressing his front to my back and wrapping his arm around my waist, locking me in place.

  “Ash?” I whisper.

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you okay?” I know I should probably leave it and let him deal in his own way, but while he’s been so open with me, I can’t help digging a little more.

  He thrusts his hips against my bare ass. “I’ve been worse, little one.” He nuzzles my neck before gently biting down on my skin.

  “T-that’s not what I meant.”

  “I know. But that’s all you’re getting.”

  “Okay. But... if you want to talk, you know I’m here, right?”

  “Go to sleep, Ruby. I’m trying to do the right thing here and let your body rest.”

  “O-okay,” I say, fighting a smile that he’s just admitted doing something nice for me, despite the fact my core clenches at his words and desire once again fills my veins. “I just needed you to know.”

  “Thank you,” he whispers so quietly, I wonder if I was even meant to hear it.

  I have no idea what time it is, all I know is it’s dark outside and after the vodka and the exercise, I’m exhausted. Only minutes after we stop talking, I close my eyes and lose myself in the feel of him holding me so tightly.

  20

  Ruby

  The second I wake up, I know something is wrong, and it’s not just because he’s not holding me any longer—like he was every time I woke up in the night—it’s more than that, I can sense it.

  I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Today is the day we bury his mother. I still have so many que
stions about her, about what happened, about how he’s dealing with it. But he shuts down every attempt I’ve made to talk about it.

  I want to be what he needs, but at the same time, I know that bottling it up isn’t going to help in the long run.

  He blames himself. He hates himself. That’s about as much as I know, and it doesn’t really give me a lot to go on to try to help.

  My head gently throbs at my temples reminding me of last night’s vodka and I sit up slowly so I don’t upset my stomach. I pull at the sheets to cover my still naked body but they don’t move. I soon discover why when I look up.

  Ashton is sitting on the end of the bed with his head in his hands. His shoulders are slumped in defeat and my heart aches for him. I want to help, I want to take the pain away, but I can’t. I can’t do fuck-all but stand beside him while he experiences what I’m sure is about to be the worst day of his life.

  If he knows I’m awake, then he shows no signs of it. Sliding forward, I push my legs off the bed and sit beside him before wrapping my arm around his shoulder and placing my other hand on his thigh.

  He tenses at my touch but he doesn’t do anything else.

  “Tell me what you need,” I say, pressing my lips to his bare shoulder, hoping that he’s going to let me in, let me support him.

  He waits a few seconds, then sucks in a deep breath. I start to think he’s going to respond and a little hope seeps into me but instead of speaking, he jumps up from the bed with such force that his elbow flies backward and straight into my eye.

  I want to cry out as my eyes water with the pain, but I don’t want him to feel any worse than he already does, so I swallow it down.

  “Ash, what are you doing?” I ask when my vision clears, and I find him pulling on a pair of black sweats and a black zip-up hoodie.

  “I can’t fucking do this,” he mutters before pocketing his cell and marching from the room.

  “Wait,” I call, running after him, not stopping to bother covering up. No point now, he’s definitely seen everything I have to offer.

  He stands in the doorway ready to leave the apartment but before he disappears, he looks back at me over his shoulder.