3. Ashby

Chapter 3

Ashby

I hum my favorite Christmas music as I unpack the groceries I just bought, trying to distract myself from the familiar dark cloud of depression that threatens to pull me under. Every holiday and special occasion for the past year and a half, the same depression tries to take me over, and every time, I fight to force the feelings down. For some reason, this year has been harder than the rest, and my usual coping mechanisms aren't working.

I take in the different things I bought, and a smile tugs at my lips. I purchased a chocolate sheet cake, a family-size bag of Skittles, a gallon of cookies and cream ice cream, and a pile of horribly cheesy Christmas movies. I also ordered two pepperoni pizzas from my favorite brick oven place, which should arrive in 45 minutes or so. Finally, a flicker of excitement fills me at the thought of the fun night I am about to have, even if I will be all alone.

I decide to shower before dinner gets here so I can slip into my favorite PJs and veg out on the couch for the rest of the night. Once in my room, I immediately start to pull off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor and deciding to leave them there. I can clean later. Tonight is about letting myself be lazy and not think about or stress over a single thing.

I walk towards my bed and freeze mid-step when a familiar scent tickles my nose. Tears prickle in my eyes, and I struggle to push down the image of a person I've not allowed myself to think about. He tries to force himself to the front of my mind, demanding my attention in a way only he can. No matter how hard I try to block him out, he slips through and takes over my every thought.

He always slips through.

He's impossible to forget, and when I'm being honest with myself, I don't want to forget him.

But he left me.

He promised me forever and then he left.

Storm fills my mind. His smile. His deep, commanding voice. The feel of his strong hands on my body. The sight of his marks on my skin.

My cock twitches and I collapse onto the bed. His scent grows stronger, and I roll onto my belly, burying my face into my pillow.

"Fuck," I groan into the pillow. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

My sheets, pillows and blankets all smell like him. As if I washed them in his personal scent. I'm not sure how it's possible; maybe it's my mind playing tricks on me, but I let it fill my lungs. I move an arm under my pillow, pressing it more firmly to my face and the other slips under my body to grip my aching erection. Memories flicker through my mind in rapid bursts, and I hump into my fist faster.

Storm standing over me as I kneel at his feet, his dick bobbing in front of my face.

My shaft pulses in my hand, and I lift my hips, ass in the air.

Storm kneeling in front of me, my cock in his mouth as I bite my fist to keep anyone from hearing my cries.

I pump my fist faster, my orgasm growing.

Storm hovering over me, our bodies moving as we work our cocks against each other.

My balls pull tight, and I shove my fingers into my mouth, sucking them.

Storms weight pushing me into the mattress, his hands and mouth leaving marks across my body.

I moan and pull my fingers from my mouth, a line of spit connecting them to my lips.

Storm's fingers in my ass, pumping and stretching.

I reach around my hip and push my slick fingers inside my ass, whimpering when I can't get the right angle to reach my prostate. I shift and move, working my fingers until I finally hit my pleasure spot. I moan loudly, working my fingers in time with my hand movements and letting a memory take over.

A hand grabs my arm as I walk down the hallway, and I open my mouth to scream, convinced I'm about to get beaten up again, when I realize it's Storm's hand on my arm. He drags me into the janitor's closet and locks the door. Silently, he grabs for my clothes. His hands frantically tug at my pants, working the button open and the zipper down. I moan loudly as his hand slips into my underwear and frees my cock. My heart races and I struggle to keep quiet. I can hear the people walking around just outside the door.

Storm's rough, calloused hand covers my mouth.

"Shhh, Sunshine," he whispers, and I feel his lips brush my ear. "We can't let them hear us. Wouldn't want to get caught and have them suspend us our last week of senior year."

Shivering, I moan into his hand. I shake my head, and Storm moves his hand just long enough to kiss me before putting it back. I feel him moving and look down, cock throbbing as Storm pulls his own thick length from his pants. His free hand moves to my ass and lifts me enough to settle on the small table in the closet. It puts me at the perfect height for our cocks to line up and rub against each other.

I groan and whimper, hips twitching as I seek out more friction. Precome leaks from both of our tips, and I feel it dripping down to cover our shafts. Storm's big hand encircles us both, and I bite down on the fingers over my mouth as he starts to work his hand up and down.

"Come on, Sunshine. I need you to come for me. Give me your pleasure before I send you back to class." He pumps us faster. "I want everyone that sees you to know you're mine. They'll take one look at you, see the satisfied look in your eyes and know that it was me who put it there."

Storm kisses my neck, sucking hard enough I know there will be a small bruise. I flush, heat traveling down my spine.

"God I love it when you mark me," I whisper, the words muffled against his hand, and he pulls it back to let me speak. "But you can't do too many. I don't want my mom and your dad to get mad at us."

"Don't worry, Sunshine. Just let yourself enjoy the pleasure I'm giving you. You're mine and I'm the only one you should be thinking about right now."

He returns his hand to my mouth, and the other picks up speed as he strokes us.

"Come, Sunshine," he commands, and my eyes roll back in my head as my cock pulses, unable to deny his commands.

Storm continues to work me through my orgasm, using my release to slick his fist so he can move his own cock faster. He grunts and groans, burying his face in my neck. I feel his teeth sink into my shoulder as he shouts, his own warm come joining mine in his fist.

My dick kicks as my ass tightens around my fingers and my orgasm crests. Come sprays the sheets beneath me, and I fall to the side, avoiding the puddle that seems bigger than normal. I lay in bed for a few minutes, centering myself, then get up and head to the shower.

Glancing at the clock, I curse, realizing I only have about ten minutes until the pizza arrives. I rush into the bathroom and turn on the shower, frowning when I hear what sounds like a door opening and closing. Grabbing my robe, I wrap it around myself and tiptoe from the room. Everything looks in order, and I peek my head out of my bedroom door, looking at the front door. I shake my head, realizing I must be imagining things when I see the door is still locked.

I drop my robe and go back into the bathroom. Steam billows from the shower stall, and I step inside, groaning as the scalding water relaxes my tight muscles. I let myself stand there for only a moment and then get to work cleaning myself. I wash faster than ever and only give myself a quick dry before pulling on my clothes. The speaker by the door dings right as I walk out of my room.

"Hey Matthew," I say into the small speaker.

"Hello, Ashby. You have a pizza delivery down here," Matthew, the front desk attendant, says.

"Thank you. I'll be right down."