11. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Asher

I thought that if I stayed out until well past midnight that I'd avoid hearing them. Fuck, was I wrong. Despite us all having class in the morning, it's currently 1:23 A.M. and Skyla's screams are echoing through this house. I've slept on the couch the last several nights; I finally got sick of it and used noise cancelling headphones in my own bed.

It's not enough to drown her out. The sound of her orgasms play over and over in my head, like a taunting loop. A reminder that it's something I'll never get.

Fucking hate how much it's been bothering me. After our ceremony, I told myself I wouldn't allow her to get to me. I'd distance myself and that would be enough. I can't, apparently. So, I do the only thing I know how to.

Reaching for my phone, I scroll through the string of messages I've left unanswered for weeks. I pause on a name I know is a no-strings hookup.

Me: Unlock your door. I'm coming over.

It takes a minute or so for her to respond before she shoots back her reply.

Mercy Cock Gobbler Lewis: Okay! See you soon.

That was easy.

Rolling out of bed, I throw the blankets to the side, pulling on a pair of sweats and tennis shoes. I run my fingers through my hair before spraying on a little cologne. My keys, wallet and phone are all in my pockets and I'm heading out the door in the next minute. I do everything I can to breeze past Skyla's door without an ounce of hesitation, but I'm fucking weak.

I linger by her door, listening to her soft mewls.

"I love you," she moans. "I'll always love you."

Something about those words stabs me right in the fucking chest. Maybe because the soft breathiness to her voice stirs the memory of her saying those words to me. It brings back the feeling of shock that I felt when she uttered them, followed by fear that she said it in front of everyone. It took half a glance towards my father, the outrage in his eyes and the disappointment to know I didn't have long. I had to make her look like a lovesick, silly little girl.

Christopher Putnam doesn't believe in love. He believes in lust and advantage. He believes that if you fall in love, or think that you have, that you are weak, easily controlled and a liability.

I did what I had to do for her and for myself. I'd do it again, not matter how much it fucking hurt.

None of that shit matters, though. In the long run, Skyla and I would have hit some other crossroad. It's better that we not go down that path. We can stay neutral, co-habitants. It's for the best.

The drive to Gallows Hill is quick, and I weave my way through the Parris Dorm before stopping on the second floor. I glance at Mercy's contact info, taking note of her dorm room number before I grab the handle. It gives way easily, and I find her laying in her bed, full red lingerie set wrapped around her silky smooth skin. It looks fucking good on her. Suddenly, my unsureness about this helping to get Skyla out of my system fades away.

I cross the room, kicking the door shut before I strip off my shirt and shoes. I push down my sweats and freeing my cock before I come to her. Her brown eyes look up at me eagerly as she sits up onto her knees and opens her mouth. I push inside her without hesitation; her tongue expertly twirls around my cock. I don't have her saved in my phone as Mercy Cock Gobbler Lewis for nothing. The woman knows how to suck a fucking cock.

For a moment, I contemplate just using her mouth and hitting the road, but something in me wants to hear her moans tonight. I want to replace the track in my mind that has Skyla's screams and groans on repeat, to record over it.

Pushing her to her back, she bounces softly, her breasts spilling free of the carefully placed strappy lingerie. I take full advantage of it, climbing on top of her as I cup her tit in my hand and suck that milk chocolate nipple into my mouth.

Her raspy moan is nothing like Skyla's and it's exactly what I need. Suddenly, my entire objective is to make this woman moan as loud and long as possible. While my mouth works on her nipple, my hand slides between her thighs, her cunt absolutely dripping wet. Two fingers slide into her easily as I begin thrusting them in and out quickly. Mercy always likes a rough and hard fuck. The way that she shouts when I hit her g-spot tells me that hasn't changed in the last two months.

I feel her orgasm coming before she begins chanting my name, shouting and screaming as her cum leaks down my fingers. I'm not done with her yet, though. Tearing my mouth away from her nipple, she looks up at me with want, dragging my head to hers. Usually, I don't like to kiss women on the mouth. It leads to messy feelings and unwanted attachments. But the last pair of lips that were on mine were Skyla's, and just like everything else, I need it gone.

Her full lips feel good against mine; our tongues tangle together as I line my cock up through her crotchless panties. Her back arches into me and I wrap my arm under her, pressing her chest against mine as I thrust inside, loving the sound she makes as I do.

"Asher! Fuck. I've missed this dick," she groans.

"Missed this cunt," I lie as I push deeper into her.

"Really?" she asks, her movements pausing as she looks up at me, like I make her world go round.

Damn, I never got these vibes from her before. I always thought she was down for a casual fuck. She never tried to play it as anything more than that. I guess she was just playing the long game, though. I know if I tell her the truth, she'll kick me out. She isn't a doormat, like Bridgette or some of the other girls. So, I turn up the charm and give her my most convincing act.

Cupping the side of her face I smirk down at her, letting my eyes twinkle in a way that makes her melt.

"Of course, baby. You're my number one girl. You know that, right?"

Her perfect white teeth sink into her lower lip, batting her lashes up at me as she nods.

"Now be a good girl, and let me hear you moan for me," I say, as I begin fucking her hard and rough.

And fuck does she deliver. Her moans and screams are loud, if not a little forced, but they do the trick. Her pussy grips my cock nicely, and I rub at her smooth ass cheek before cracking my hand against her skin. That soft color changing with a nice pink hue to it that spurs me on. She whimpers a little at the pain and I can feel her ready to tell me stop. She's too dedicated to pleasing me or too lost in the moment to do so, so I don't.

I spank and fuck her raw, as I milk every ounce of pleasure I can out of her. This was the best way to spend my night. I haven't had sex in well over a month, and my left hand is not the same as a wet and willing cunt.

My cock begins to throb, and I know she doesn't have long either. Lifting one of her legs up to rest on my shoulder, I fuck her deeper as I press my lips against hers, savoring the feel of her lips on mine before I pull back. When I look down at her though, she's changed.

Her beautiful brown locks have been replaced with long blonde strands. Those deep brown eyes have shifted into bright green gems and her face…it's all Skyla. I close my eyes, shaking my head before looking down at her again. Still Skyla.

I don't know if it's wishful thinking, I'm tripping balls or I'm about to stroke out. Either way, I do something I really shouldn't. I keep going.

"Asher," she moans.

It doesn't even sound like Mercy anymore. All I see, all I hear, all I feel is Skyla. I fuck her harder, unable to stop myself as I moan.

"Yeah, say my name, princess."

"Princess?" she giggles stupidly, ruining the fantasy.

"Say it," I grit through clenched teeth.

"Asher. Fuck, you fill me up so good."

Fuck, yes, I do, princess.

"Oh, Asher. I want you so bad. I always want you."

"Me too, baby. Me too," I pant as my eyes stay on hers, those emerald colored eyes staring up at me like I'm her everything.

"Asher! Asher! Asher!" she moans, as her pussy begins to pulse.

"Skyla!" I roar, as my orgasm tears through me.

I cum hard, so hard I see stars. My thrusts don't stop as I fuck her until I have nothing left to give.

When I open my eyes, I look down to see a pissed off looking Mercy.

"Skyla?" she asks with a huff, before shoving me off her.

I land on the ground with a hard thunk, before she covers herself with her blankets.

"Get the fuck out, Putnam, and lose my fucking number."

Well, honestly, can't blame her. I get dressed quickly and slip out of the room; her soft cries hit me as I shut the door. I'm not a total monster. I don't like making people cry and it was an accident. I didn't say it to hurt her; it slipped out. Trust me, I think I'm more upset that it came out than she is.