24. Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

Liam

S kyla and I are having lunch at our normal table when Bartlett comes over with Maryia Sewall. The pretty little brunette’s cheeks are flaming red, close to the color of Bartlett’s hair. She glances at me and Skyla nervously before looking back to Bartlett.

When they sit down, I notice how Bartlett’s hand shifts like she’s resting it on Sewall’s leg. Interesting.

I glance at Skyla to see if she’s clocked this development, and she just nods and smiles before speaking.

“Hi, you must be Maryia. I’m Skyla Parris,” she says as I nudge her.

“She means Putnam.”

She rolls her eyes and gives me a look.

“Excuse me, are you Asher now?”

“Nope, just protecting my best friend’s interests.”

“Well, do me a favor and don’t.” She laughs as she faces Sewall once more.

I watch as the girl’s brown eyes dart between Skyla and I before landing on Skyla once more.

“Nice to meet you. Maggie has told me nothing but wonderful things.”

“Likewise.” Skyla smiles demurely.

“How long have you been together?” I ask.

Sewall’s eyes panic as she looks to Bartlett before shaking her head.

“Oh, uh. We aren’t. I’m not…We’re just fr—”

“Easy, Bambi. We’re safe; you can trust them,” Bartlett pacifies softly.

“Bambi?” I scoff.

“Yeah, with those pretty little doe eyes, how could I call her anything else?” Bartlett smiles before giving me a wink.

Sewall gives her a shy smile before shrugging. I watch as Bartlett whispers something into her ear, dragging it out before placing a quick and discreet kiss to her neck that has her giggling and relaxing a bit more. Aww, look at them, young love. They remind me of a young schoolgirl with her first crush and the much older, experienced partner ready to teach them everything. I mean, they are the same age, but I’m taking a wild guess that this is Sewall’s first time dating a woman, so Bartlett is definitely the experienced one here.

“Where is Asher?” Skyla asks, pulling my attention away from the lovebirds.

“He had to stay back and work on a group project.” I shrug as I take a huge bite of pizza, not giving a fuck when sauce smears across my chin.

Skyla rolls her eyes and laughs. “You’re an animal.”

I grin at her, but my grin quickly falls away when a familiar head of sleek black hair steps up to our table. I stand in an instant, putting myself between Bridgette and Skyla.

“What do you want, Brenton?” I growl, my normally cheerful tone long gone.

She stops short, surprised at how quickly I got up as she stares up at me, a flicker of unease in her eyes.

“I-I just wanted to talk to Skyla.”

“Yeah, well, she doesn’t want to talk to you. Do us all a favor and fuck the hell off,” I snarl.

She winces, clutching her wrapped up hand. Shit. Asher really must have done a number on her with that fork if it’s still injured.

Good.

I feel Skyla stand behind me, and though every instinct is telling me to push her back into her seat, I let her step past me.

“What do you want?” Skyla asks coldly.

Bridgette swallows roughly, her fingers twisting together as she speaks.

“I just wanted to…apologize. I’ve been…well, the worst to you, and you didn’t deserve it. I don’t have any excuses. Chalk it up to petty, mean girl bullshit. I thought you were taking something that belonged to me. I thought…” she trails off, closing her eyes and letting out a breath as she shakes her head.

“I thought I knew what I wanted, but clearly, I didn’t have a clue,” she says, her eyes flicking to Bartlett for half a second before her gaze comes back to Skyla. “Regardless, I was terrible, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but if there is anything me or my family can ever do for you…name it, and it’s yours.”

Skyla watches her with furrowed brows, not speaking for several seconds.

“You’re serious?” she asks dubiously.

“Yes,” Bridgette nods, her eyes drenched with sincerity. It’s a really odd look for her, not gonna lie.

“Well, thanks…I guess?” Skyla says.

“I really am sorry. I don’t want to be that person anymore. I want to change, and…change starts within.”

Change starts within? What the fuck is that? A bumper sticker?

“Sure,” Skyla says, hesitance lacing her tone. “Well, good luck with that. Try not to break any plates over people’s heads.”

Bridgette grimaces at that and nods, casting one more look at Bartlett. It’s a look of pain, regret, and longing. When she sets her eyes on Sewall, her expression bleeds into fury. The evil, crazy bitch Bridgette is back in full force as she stares at Sewall like she wants to set her on fire. With her jaw clenched, she turns on her heel and stomps out of the cafeteria, several people staring after her with curiosity.

Skyla sits down, blinking several times before she looks to the rest of us.

“That just happened, right? I’m not imagining things?”

“Yeah,” Bartlett murmurs, her eyes still glued in the direction where Bridgette disappeared to.

Sewall leans into her, shaking her out of her daze. Bartlett gives her new girlfriend a fake as fuck grin before she nods and takes a bite of her pasta.

What an absolutely confusing and tension filled lunch.

I’m sitting in my econ class, bored out of my fucking mind, when I decide to text Asher.

Me: What are you doing?

His reply comes surprisingly quick.

Asher: Listening to Professor Noyes drone on about fuck knows what.

I huff my amusement at that as I respond.

Me: Prayers be with you brother. Feel like ditching?

Asher: What did you have in mind?

I smirk as I type out my reply.

Me: You, me and an empty coat closet. Maybe a dark corridor.

I wait for his text, but it doesn’t come. My teasing smirk slowly slips from my face, and I pocket my phone. I was just joking, fuck. Kinda .

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I try to ignore the way my heart kicks up, hoping it’s him.

Asher: Meet me at my dorm room. Now.

I don’t even finish reading the text before I’m out of my seat. My econ professor asks me where I’m going when I call out over my shoulder.

“Shit my pants, see you tomorrow.”

The class thunders with laughter as the professor shakes his head in disgust. Most people would be embarrassed to say something like that, but it’s the perfect excuse. No one is going to stand there and argue with a guy they think just soiled himself.

I haven’t been to the dorms in forever. I’ve practically moved into Asher and Skyla’s place. We all have, none of us ever willing to be far from our girl. It doesn’t take me long to get there, though. Since it’s the middle of class, no one is around, thank fuck, because the less people that see me or him, the better.

It’s not like people aren’t used to us being attached to the hip anyways, but things are different, and I know others can tell. I’m not looking forward to the first Brethren function we all have to be at. That I’ll have to be in a room with him and pretend. Behind Skyla, he’s quickly becoming everything to me.

When I reach his door, I find that it’s already propped open. I push inside to see the lights are off as the door thunks shut behind me. Confused, I look around for Asher, but come up empty until a body comes out of nowhere, plastering me against the wall, hand around my throat as his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

“This what you were hoping for when you texted me?” Asher says.

“Something like this.” I smirk as his grip on my throat tightens.

“Yeah, what is it that you want? Tell me,” he says as his lips run up and down the side of my throat, nipping at my ear lobe in a way that has my breath catching.

“Christ,” I moan. “I was hoping you’d want to see me, that you’d want to touch me. Maybe even fuck me.”

His chuckle reverberates in my ear, sending a shiver to run through my body.

“I always want to fuck you, Liam. All you have to do is ask.”

“Really?” I gasp in surprise as Asher’s other hand reaches around, palming my cock over my jeans.

“Get on the bed, now,” he demands before releasing his hold on me.

I do as he says, practically bouncing on it before I go for my jeans. I undo them in record time as Asher prowls over to me, pulling his shirt up and over his head before his hands move to his jeans. He undoes his belt with one hand as he pushes them down with the other, revealing his rock hard cock. Goddamn, I’ll never get tired of seeing him naked or the fact that his hard on is all for me, all because of me. It has pre-cum already leaking from my tip.

“Take your shirt off,” Asher says as he strokes his cock. “I want to see all of you.”

I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head before tossing it to the side. His eyes rake over me, his gaze lust drunk and intense as he pauses on my cock. I watch him sink his teeth into his lip before he closes the distance between us. He climbs onto the bed between my legs and rests his hands on either side of my head.

His hazel eyes are so fucking pretty, those three golden flecks in them making them practically hypnotic as he cups the side of my face tenderly.

“Look at what you do to me,” he says as he grinds his cock against mine. “This isn’t me; this has never been me, and somehow, this is who I become now when you’re near. Just your scent gives me a raging fucking hard on, and all I can think about is getting you just like this,” he accentuates with a thrust of his hips.

He sucks in a sharp gasp through his clenched teeth as his eyes pinch tight before they come to me again.

“You and this pretty bedazzled cock are going to be the death of me.”

“You think my cock is pretty?” I tease, though even I can admit that my tone is lacking its usual lighthearted nature. This moment feels too raw, too intense.

Asher crushes his lips to mine, our tongues battling for dominance before he bites my lower lip so hard, a drop of blood blooms to the surface. His tongue flicks out, licking it up before he drags his body down mine, covering my chest and stomach with kisses.

“So. Fucking. Pretty,” he says before pausing just before my cock.

His eyes come to mine, that same heated look in them as he closes his mouth around my head.

“Fuuuck,” I groan as I thrust into his throat. Not because I meant to but because I can’t fucking help myself.

Asher takes me well, his tongue swirling around me as he pushes me all the way down his throat before coming back up again and repeating the motion. Over and over, waves and waves of pleasure crash into me. His tongue begins playing with one of my piercings, causing a shudder to run through me as he chuckles around my cock.

His mouth comes off too soon for my liking before he’s scattering kisses across my balls and lower. His hands go to my thighs, pushing them up, forcing me to grab hold of them as he continues.

“Jesus CHRIST!” I yelp when his tongue circles my asshole.

He flattens his tongue and begins swirling it around the sensitive skin. I’ve watched him eat Skyla’s pussy and asshole more times than I could count, and he seems to be devouring me with the same amount of enthusiasm as her. Lucky me.

“That feel good, baby?” he asks as he begins tongue fucking me.

Fuck, I love it when he calls me baby. I love it way more than I should.

“Yes, Ash. Fuck, yes,” I whimper.

He continues eating my ass, his hand lifting up to play with my balls before he pulls away and looks at me with a smirk.

“You ready?” he asks.

I don’t know why, but for some reason, I’m kind of nervous. I’ve fucked countless men before. I’ve also gotten fucked by countless others. This is not new territory. I’ve even been fucked by Asher before, and it was amazing. Skyla was there, though. It was different. The dynamics were different. This feels so…personal, so intimate. Right now, it’s just me and him, and I’m practically shaking with anticipation.

I give him a shaky nod as he lines the tip of his cock against me, pushing in with a savage thrust that has my back bowing. Asher stays buried inside me, letting out a satisfied chuckle that turns animalistic as he begins thrusting.

“Ohhh, fuck, baby. This ass is something else,” he says as he snaps his hips hard.

I whimper as pain runs through me for a moment before pleasure gives way.

“You like that?” he asks through clenched teeth. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

Another hard thrust has a ‘yes’ ripping out of me.

“Of course you do. Such a good boy for me. You gonna take my dick? Gonna let me fucking ruin this asshole?”

I nod quickly. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“Fuck yes, it is,” Asher grits as his hand comes to my cock, wrapping around it as he begins stroking me.

I feel my body physically melt into the bed as his strokes match his thrusts perfectly. He lets go for a moment, putting his hand up to my face as he speaks.

“Spit on it.”

I do as he says, gathering up all of my saliva and spitting into his hand. He then moves his hand to my cock, stroking it quickly as he fucks me deeper than before.

“There we go. That’s it. Tell me how good I feel inside you. Tell me how bad you want my cock,” Asher growls.

“It’s so good, Ash. You’re stretching me so fucking good. No one has fucked me like you do.”

“Fuck no, they haven’t, and they never will. My cock will be the only one you’ll crave from here on out.”

I nod, my eyelids fluttering closed as pleasure threatens to suffocate me. I feel a sharp slap sting across my cheek, forcing my eyes open.

“Eyes on me, baby. Do you understand me? You’re fucking mine. I fucking love you. Do you get that?”

I reach my hands out, resting them on Asher’s bare ass as I force his thrusts harder.

“I love you, Ash. You and Sky are all I want.”

“Good,” he practically seethes before he closes his eyes, letting out a ragged breath as he nods. “Good.”

Our bodies move together in a perfect rhythm, his hand practically choking the life out of my cock in a way I could only crave. He’s so perfect. This moment is perfect. Together, we are…perfect.

Asher’s pace begins to quicken, his forearms flexing as he holds me tighter and tighter.

“Liam, I need you to come. I need you to come, okay, baby?” he grits.

I nod my head as that familiar feeling begins to tingle inside me while Asher jerks me faster and faster.

“Fuck.” He winces. “You gotta come for me. Right now, okay? Okay?” he pants before his face contorts, and he lets out a groan.

I feel his cum flood me, and I follow right along with him, my cum shooting across his stomach and hand. He doesn’t stop, continuing to milk every ounce he can out of me as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper into me.

When he stops, he practically throws himself on top of me, resting his head against my heaving chest. His cock stays buried inside me and it’s fucking perfect. I wish we could stay like this forever.

My hands begin running through his hair, gently massaging him as he lets out a soft sigh of contentment and closes his eyes.

“Do you think Sky will be mad?” he murmurs against my skin.

“Jealous? Absolutely. Mad? No way in hell,” I answer.

He lets out a short hmph as he nods his head and looks up at me.

“I hope you don’t have any plans today because, in about twenty minutes, we’re doing that again.”

Well, fuck me. Literally, please. Fuck me.