12. Asher

The partyafter the game was at the Hellions' dorm. Usually, it was easy to have a drink, ignore the noisy masses, and dissect the game with Cayden or Beckett. It wouldn't usually bother me, but tonight, I wanted privacy.

Thankfully, the apartment I shared with Marcus and Cayden was empty. I headed straight for the bathroom and locked the damn door. I tore my clothes off, freeing my aching cock from the prison of my jeans. Fuck it. It hurt how hard I was from that run-in with Winter. I switched the shower to cold and got in.

Five minutes in, and my hard-on had only flagged slightly. Time for plan B. I dialed the temperature up, my fingers shaking with the cold. As soon as the warm water eased over my skin, my mind went back to the feeling of Winter's hot mouth around my thumb. Blood rushed right back to my cock. She was a brat, and I was teaching her a lesson, I tried to remind myself.

Instead of listening, I stroked along my aching length and cupped the tip, stroking around the head just like her tongue had on my thumb. Her virgin tongue. Winter had always dated older guys, her family-approved dates. How could she be so inexperienced? It was a fucking turn-on to imagine teaching the high and mighty Winter DeLaurie how to suck cock. The idea of stretching out her tight holes had me finishing embarrassingly fast, ropes of cum shooting against the tile. Her scent was caught in my noise, filling my head.

Open up and let me see it on your tongue.

Just the image of the perfect little country club brat's face striped with my cum drew a groan from me. Roughing up daddy's princess with my unworthy cum. Marking her, tainting her, spoiling her soul-deep, so she could never go back to that privileged life without a touch of depravity in her soul. So she could never wash me off.

I rested my forehead against the tile, water pounding down my body and the wall, washing away the evidence of my desire for someone who had the unique talent of driving me insane, and not in a good way.

I stayed in the shower long enough for the water to run cold. Wrapping a towel around my hips, I headed to the living area. Marcus was already there, kicking back with a beer, an ice pack pressed to his split lip. It had been a rough game, and he'd gotten in his fair share of tussles, despite being the goalie.

"If it isn't the man of the hour." He grinned at me and then winced. "I'm talking about your new relationship status, of course."

"Fuck off," I muttered and grabbed my own beer from the fridge.

"Hey now, is that any way to talk to your matchmaker? Obviously, I credit myself for the Seven Minutes in Heaven game last week."

"We aren't together," I stated flatly, sitting beside Marcus on the couch.

"Are you sure about that? You might want to tell her that. Everyone is talking about how the resident queen bee was wearing the tough guy hockey player's jersey. People are into it, they're calling you Ashter — or Winsher — jury is still out on that one."

"Oh, she knows. She's just doing this to fuck with me," I said. "It's a game and she wants to win."

"Are you going to let her?" Marcus wondered.

I shook my head. "Of course not. But I can't say that playing isn't fun." I took a long swig of beer. Talking about Winter was making my goddamn cock perk up again, like I hadn't just pumped an unnatural amount of cum down the drain in the shower.

Marcus tapped his lip. "Hmm, it makes you wonder why the hell she's doing this, though, doesn't it? I mean, you're not really someone people want to mess with lightly."

I glanced at Marcus. He was right. Why was Winter trying to get a fake boyfriend so damn badly? I hadn't really thought about it before. It had just become a game, one I was determined to win.

"I have no idea," I admitted.

"Hmm, I wonder if anyone will do, because I'd definitely be up for the gig if she's looking for someone."

Cold hard jealousy shot through me at the very thought of Winter turning to Marcus. What the hell?

"Don't even think about it, Bailey. This is between me and her," I warned him cooly.

He nodded, a smirk playing around his lips. "Got it. You like her."

I flashed him a dark glare. "What are you, ten? I don't like her."

He moved the ice pack carefully over his lip and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever you need to believe. Let's just say… she's yours to fuck with and only yours?"

I nodded. Yes. Exactly that, and no one had better get in my way.

The party was in full swing an hour later when Winter walked in, her arm entwined with my sister's. Eve scanned the room and saw me, her expression turning furious.

She patted Winter's hand and left her just inside the door, storming in my direction.

"What the hell, Ash?" Eve demanded, stopping in front of me and glaring. "You can't just leave a girl tied up and naked from the waist down in a public place to be found by whoever."

"But she wasn't found by whoever…she was found by you," I pointed out.

"Yeah, because you texted me to go and get her. What are you playing at?"

I just shrugged. "It's not your problem, Evie, don't worry about it." I never intended to leave Winter to be discovered by the team, tied up and without pants. Of course not. That was a privileged sight and none of those fuckers deserved it.

"I do worry about it! You're being such a bastard. I thought she was your girlfriend now? Thanks for the heads-up, by the way. I love hearing who my brother is dating from campus gossip."

"Considering you're practically engaged to my best friend, who you hooked up with behind my back, I would take that outrage down a notch or ten." I took a long swig of beer and jerked my head in Winter's direction.

She'd changed into clothes that didn't look like her at all. I'd bet she'd hung out with Eve and borrowed something to wear. Winter was much taller than my twin sister, and the dress she had on now was indecently short on her. She was leaning over the kitchen counter, and a flock of hockey players had quickly gathered around her. The sight of her flock of admirers pissed me off immediately.

"Why the fuck did you bring her?" I growled at my sister.

"Why not? You're not king of the Hellions' dorm. If anything, I was here first, and I'll invite whoever I want. I was hardly just going to send her home alone, after whatever that was that happened between you two."

"Fine, do what you want. But if you really want to be there for Winter, just be her friend. She doesn't have many," I tossed to Eve, and wandered away. I didn't need my sister grating on my nerves about the morality of messing with Winter, when she'd been living with my best friend for weeks without uttering a peep about it.

Winter was drawing pathetic guys to her like flies to honey. It was hardly a surprise. She was the hottest girl on campus. The only thing that had kept her from being a constant target was her aloof attitude. She caught my dark look, and pasted on a warm smile, turning the power of her allure up by about a million percent. She'd dropped the icy unapproachable act to fuck with me, and it was working.

Now she was smiling at guys, talking to them, and they were falling over themselves for a speck of her attention. Fucking losers. Considering everyone who'd been at the rink thought she was my girlfriend, they were being fucking rude fawning over her like that. Well, at least I knew who the assholes were now, the ones with no respect.

I considered going back to my apartment upstairs, but I couldn't bring myself to. Instead, I found a quiet corner to brood in, where I had an uninterrupted view of Winter and her coterie of admirers.

I didn't move from there until some idiot suggested a game. The fucking worst thing about college was the goddamn drinking games. Though, I had to admit, they'd never really bothered me until my own game with Winter had started.

People split off into pairs. Winter had about five invitations at once. Good thing I was right there, looming over her shoulder and scaring away any potentially interested parties.

"What?" she snapped and looked up at me. "Don't tell me you have more to say?"

"You think I'm going to let the girl everyone thinks is my girlfriend play Fire Truck with someone else?"

A pulse beat in her neck. It was strange to think I'd once found her so unreadable. Now, her emotions seemed clear as day, even though her ice-queen poker face hadn't changed.

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, remember? Which means I need to find someone else to help me, ASAP. So, run along." She wriggled her fingers like she was shooing me away.

Considering I'd just tied her up and left her pants-less for the team to find, she had balls.

"You do need to find someone else, but for tonight, since you flashed my jersey all around the rink, you're mine. I don't let anyone else touch what's mine."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "How very caveman of you."

"Got that right, now get a move on and follow me, before I club you over the head and drag you out of here by your hair…caveman style."

She flushed but straightened, not doubting for a moment that I'd do it. Good. She was learning.

I led the way through the apartment to one of the bedrooms. The apartment was so full, there were people everywhere, but this room was the quietest.

"Good choice of location, buddy." Marcus grinned, following us into the room. He had some chick by the hand, ready to play the stupid little game.

I led Winter to the desk sitting in the corner of the room, angled away from prying eyes. The monitor on the desk faced the window, and the seat faced the room. It looked like someone liked to keep what they looked at on their computer private. It suited my purposes just fine. Pulling the blinds shut, I tapped the wooden desktop. Winter wrinkled her nose at the surface, like the stuck-up brat she was.

"Up you get."

Her nostrils flared, a tiny micro-tell of her mood, but she complied. I sat in the desk chair and took my place right in front of her. She was perched on the edge of the desk, her back to the room, somehow appearing wary and haughty at the same time. If anyone could pull it off, she could.

"You're wearing Eve's dress," I noted.

She shrugged. "So?"

"It's too damn small," I observed. The hem had become indecent now that she was sitting.

"I don't remember asking you for fashion advice, Martino, and like you keep telling me, you're not my boyfriend, so you can shove your opinions?—"

"I didn't say I didn't like it, Ice Queen," I interrupted.

A red flush blossomed in Winter's pale cheeks, like rarely seen, night-blooming roses. She opened her mouth to say something that was bound to be fucking annoying, then snapped it shut.

I raised a hand and framed her face as if through an invisible lens, and clicked an imaginary shutter, capturing the moment. "Well, well, the queen bee of comebacks herself, short of words."

She blinked at me and my finger camera, and her eyes narrowed at my reminder. I was shocked she hadn't hounded me about it already. "Did you take my portfolio? You asshole — I needed that earlier."

"Shh, the game is starting," I interrupted her. The lights had been lowered as people started to play Fire Truck.

"Well, why did we change locations?" she demanded, letting the subject drop for now.

"Have you ever played the fire truck game before?" I asked instead of answering.

Winter hadn't been to many high school parties that I remembered. She was generally above all of that. Unless she'd mostly gone to those thrown by the football team. The idea made me irrationally angry. She shook her head.

"Then let me explain the rules to you," I said, widening my thighs on the chair, my cock already pressing against my zipper at the thought of touching the girl in front of me.

I grabbed her hand and placed it on my thigh. The movement made her bend forward, so far forward that her tits squashed against her knees, plumping up her cleavage in her too-tight dress. Motherfucker. She had great breasts. Perfect handfuls.

"Now what?" she asked.

I glanced over her shoulder at the other people in the room. It had cleared out except for other couples playing the same idiotic game. Marcus already had his hand up his partner's skirt.

I turned my attention back to Winter. With the way she was facing, the desk, and my position, nothing but the back of her head was visible to anyone else. Just the way it should be.

"You move your hand up, like this." I traced her finger up my inner thigh. "I tell you what the light is at different places on my body."

"Seriously?" she demanded. Her tone was as bored and jaded as always, but her eyes were glued to her hand on my leg. "Well, what light do we start with?"

"Green. We start with green." My voice was low as hell, clogged with lust. I wanted to fuck this girl's brains out, preferably while spanking her ass for being such a brat. I wanted to see her begging to come, crying with pleasure, all her fa?ades and fronts stripped away for a second – to see her be real. Nothing for her to hide behind.

She moved her hand up my leg. I held my tongue. She narrowed her eyes at me and kept going.

She reached mid-thigh.

"Yellow," I warned her.

Suddenly, she increased her fucking pace and slid her hand right up onto my crotch, cupping my hard-on.

"What the fuck? Why did you go faster?" I nearly growled at her.

"I always go faster on yellow…to beat the red light," she breathed and wet her lips.

The weight of her small hand on my cock was maddening. I wanted more. I wanted to get rid of the denim between us, but this wasn't the time or place for that. Anyway, I was supposed to be fucking with her, not the other way around. Resisting the urge to buck up into her grip, I grabbed her wrist.

"Red."

She swallowed and slowly removed her hand. "What now?"

"Now, it's my turn." My hand landed on her knee. It was bare. That damn dress had ridden even further up, sitting high on her tennis-toned, tanned thighs.

"Green," Winter said.

I ran my thumb in circles over her kneecap. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, inch by inch.

"Spread for me," I told her firmly, and like a good girl, for once, she did. glided my hand up her thigh, her skin the silkiest thing I'd ever felt. Untouched territory.

"Yellow," she whispered, her attention stuck to my hand as my fingers inched closer to disappearing under her short hemline.

I continued, heat racing down my spine. My balls were aching, even more than my cock at this point. The urge to sink inside Winter's bratty virgin body and fill her up, to send her home to daddy dearest full of me, dripping and ruined, and mine already, was nearly overwhelming.

My fingers disappeared under the hem of her skirt. I looked at her, waiting to see when she'd red-light me. Her lips were parted, flushed pink with arousal. Her blue eyes appeared black in the dim light, blown wide open. She wasn't anything like I'd expected her to be. The more dangerous our game got, the more she liked it.

Lace under my fingertips. Her panties. I stroked along the front. Still, she didn't say a fucking thing. She was hot and damp. I just knew that under that expensive material she'd be wet. Slippery with want, for my touch. The knowledge felt like when I scored the winning goal with only seconds until the buzzer sounded. A victory.

I stroked her through her panties, and her breath came short. Her hips moved in slow circles, pushing her hot pussy against my hand. Suddenly, I needed to feel that wetness more than I needed to breathe. I wanted to taste it.

I pulled the material back with one finger and slipped my hand inside. Wet heat met my touch, her cunt, hairless and slick. I traced up her slit and found her clit, and she nearly jumped off the table.

"What now?" she asked in a breath.

"Now, you say red," I muttered, though it was the last thing I wanted to hear.

She swallowed hard. I wanted to taste that strong, slim column.

"Red?" she whispered, putting her hand on my wrist.

"Was that a question or a command?"

Her cheeks were flushed like I'd never seen them before. She wasn't embarrassed. She was turned on.

"I—," she repeated, fighting to keep her composure.

"Remember, you only have to say red if you want me to stop." My voice was thick with want. She had to be able to hear it. She had to know what she did to me. It was clear as fucking day. There was no way in hell I was stopping now, not when her quivering cunt was crying out for my touch and I had her right where I wanted her. I wanted to see her come. I wanted to see her without any games, or manipulations…just her. The real her.

"Red?" she asked again, sounding conflicted as hell. I knew exactly what she felt. "I should say red, shouldn't I?" she muttered to herself, her eyes growing darker as her pupils expanded.

"You want me to make it easier for you, Your Majesty?" I leaned down and bit her inner thigh, and she jerked, her hand tightening on my wrist.

She gazed at me, transfixed, and then jerked involuntarily when I circled her clit, applying more pressure.

"You want me to make you, is that what you want?" I murmured, lost in this game we were playing. Neither wanting to back down or lose. Neither wanting this excuse to take the game to a new, dangerous level, to end.

She bit her lip, wavering on the cusp of darkness. The world stopped turning in that moment, drifting through space, out of order, unnatural and unbearable. Then she nodded and I could breathe again. The world swung back into motion, and I couldn't fight my victorious grin.

"It's really pretty simple in that case, then. After all…fire trucks don't stop at red lights."

The hooded bud was already hard and swollen, turned on. I rubbed my thumb back and forth across it, finding a rhythm that had her gasping. Her grip on my wrist eased; she'd realized I wasn't stopping. Her nails sank into my sleeve, not resisting, but holding me right there where she wanted me, instead.

"There are people," she murmured.

Ah, so that's what she was worried about. She thought I'd let other people see her unravel.

"No one can see you but me. No one gets to see you like this but me, got it?" I growled at her, my hand working her cunt faster and faster, the wetness making a soft squelching noise as she rose quickly.

She swallowed hard, her eyes hazy and lost, and nodded. She tilted her head back, her hips moving against my hand of their own accord now, chasing her own pleasure. I gripped the back of her neck with my free hand and pulled her forward, bending her in two, my hand buried deep between her legs.

"You keep your eyes open and on me when you come. Those are the rules, Your Majesty," I ground out.

Her wetness was streaming across my hand, dripping into my palm. Her muscles were tensing, so close now, I could feel it.

"Those are my rules, and you already know what happens when you break them…or at least your ass does."

She moaned, and I leaned up and kissed her to capture the sound. The sound was mine, and only mine. My tongue slid along hers and thrust into her mouth, her head locked in my captive hold, just as she came. Her cunt tightened, her body shook, and she moaned into my mouth again. I stole her breath and the sound of her pleasure, drinking it all down. It was hot as hell, the way she gave over control. Her trust. The way she shivered in my hands. Her cunt was pulsing like mad under my fingers. Whatever experience she'd had at home with her gold-plated vibrator clearly hadn't cut it, because this girl was ripe with unleashed pleasure, her body begging for release.

She kissed me back, harshly and without mercy. She bit my lip, and I bit hers back, all while finger-fucking her through her orgasm.

When she'd stopped shaking and gripping onto me like her life depended on it, I took my hand out of her wet panties and let the elastic snap back against her sensitive cunt. She gasped, biting her lip, her eyes locked on mine. She looked undone, her hair rumpled around her shoulders, her mouth red and bitten, her face flushed.

She was truly beautiful, for the very first time. She was real, in that moment.

I ghosted my hand down her thigh, easing back. I didn't bother glancing around to see who was watching. They couldn't have seen anything but her back, and I didn't need to give anyone a black eye tonight for daring to watch us.

Instead, I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked off the flavor of her pleasure.

This girl was trouble, and fuck me, if I wasn't already in deep.