Tagged & Ashed(15)

“Bity never appreciated his mother’s affections toward me. He was a jealous kid with a chip on his shoulder. I’m sure there’s a lot he hasn’t told you about his family.”

Like all the fucked up shit he’s done.

She half smiles, and then I see her shivering as the wind picks up.

“Cold?” I muse as more of the bursting beauties light up the sky.

“A little. I was on my way to my room to grab a blanket before the firework show, when I heard the music playing in your room.”

Is that really the only reason she lingered outside my room? I hate feeling all the damn uncertainty she causes. There are so many mixed signals. It’s making my head hurt. I feel like a fucking chick. I'm so going to lose my man card if she keeps messing with my head.

“I’ll be right back,” I murmur while jumping up and heading to the room.

I grab the tan, velvety blanket dressing the chair, and then I head back out to take my seat beside her, scooting even closer. I wrap the blanket around her, and then I risk throwing my arm around her shoulders and tucking her against my body.

I expect her to scoff and peel my arm off, but she doesn’t. Instead, she snuggles up against me as we sip the champagne straight from the bottle and stare up at the firework display in a comfortable silence.

I’ve never spent time with a girl in this way, and it’s surprising me how easy this all feels. I’m too comfortable around her, and I don’t know when to shut up. It’s as if I’ve lost all my game.





Chapter Three



Truth or Truth



Tag



Her body is pressed tightly against mine, her leg is tossed over my waist, and her white skirt has ridden up high enough to show me her white thong. How dare she be this hot and yet this hard to get. It's not nice. Not nice at all.

Her red shirt has stretched in her sleep, and it drapes down enough to give me a glimpse of the sexy white lace bra she’s wearing. I’ve never been so jealous of a bra.

Her leg hugs my waist a little more as she stirs in her sleep, and I tighten my grip as her center presses against my early morning erection.

The tip of my cock is almost painfully pulsating, and it’s excruciating to resist the urge to fuck her into waking up. I want to be inside her, feel every bit of that wetness meant for me.

Her skirt slides up farther, giving me a full view of her glorious ass that curves incredibly and taunts me with its perfection.

I’ve never slept with a girl and managed to not sleep with them. This is definitely a first, but after four bottles of champagne, neither of us were thinking straight. I’m almost certain I could have fucked her, but I wouldn’t do that while she was drunk.

I might be jerk, but I’m not a complete creep. Besides, I want this girl sober when I make her scream my name.

My hand starts sliding up her ass when I can’t deny the urge any longer, and I tug her gently as my cock burns with desire.

I'm tired of playing.



***

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.