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Ashiara
Firm, possessive hands are gripping me a little too tightly, and my eyes flutter open to stare into Tag’s glorious icy blues. That's an incredible and dangerous thing to wake up to. Damn. Not good. Not good at all.
I realize his erection is pressed against me, and I begin throbbing as I notice my leg sprawled over his hip - his thin track pants and my thong being all that separates the skin on skin feeling I’m almost desperate to feel.
“Hey,” he murmurs before bringing his lips to mine and jerking me tighter against his hard-as-a-rock erection.
Oh damn.
His expert tongue strokes mine as my whole body rushes with heat, desire, and need. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but I wish he’d stop.
My fingers find their way into his soft hair as he reels me in, and I climb on top of him to straddle him fully as he grips me with frustrated, greedy hands. He grinds against me, and I slide my hand down the front of his pants to feel his firmness for the first time. It’s so... Mmm.
He moans into my mouth as I slide my hand up and down, finding a rhythm he seems to thoroughly enjoy, and his hand curves around my ass until he finds my sex and slips a finger in.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he breathes into my mouth, and that’s all I can take as I slide his pants down to fully free that piece of perfection my eyes haven’t seen yet.
I’ve spent the night in his arms, and we managed to keep our clothes on. This morning, however, I’m tired of being a good girl.
He rips my thongs to the side as the tip of his erection grazes my wet opening, and I begin throbbing harder as it slides in just a little.
He grabs my hips and starts to push me down, when barreling footsteps in the hallway ring out. I drop to the ground just as someone swings the door open.
“What the hell?” Tag gripes at whoever is in the room.
I stay still, quiet, and out of sight, as the mystery intruder starts to speak.
“Sorry, have you seen Ash? Mom wants us to head out for shopping and stuff before the festivities tonight. You coming?”
Wren. Damn it, it’s Wren.
“I don’t feel like shopping. What makes you think I’ve seen Ash?”
There’s silence, and I can hear, rather than see, Wren’s smile.
“Oh come on. Everyone saw the way you two couldn’t keep your eyes off of each other, and the only two people not in attendance for the fireworks were you two. So give it up. Did you fuck her or what?”
My cheeks fume with their red shade, and I hear Tag nervously clearing his throat.
“No. We watched the fireworks last night from the balcony, but she-”
“Don’t say she went back to her room, because the bed is still made, proving she never went there last night. Since when are you shy about sharing details? I’m getting married, so I have to live vicariously through you.”
Details? Definitely not good.
“She slept here - all we did was sleep, though. She left a little bit ago to go change so no one thought she was taking a walk of shame. Anything else?”
“Bullshit. You don’t just sleep with girls, and you know it. She’s still in here, isn’t she? That’s why you’re being so evasive.”
Oh shit.
I scammer around to jerk my skirt into place, and then I roll under the bed just as Wren’s feet stop in the spot where I was lying.
“Dude, get serious. She’s not in here. We really didn’t fuck. She was drunk, and you know my policy on that.”
“Oh. I didn’t know she was drunk. Still though, you don’t just sleep with girls.”