Wild Thoughts (Depraved Desires #1)

Chapter one

Mediocre Cock

Riley

“Come on, baby. I want to feel your pussy grip my dick while you cum.” He grunts, pounding into me relentlessly. I’m not even sure I’m wet enough for this. I’ve been with this man for a couple of months and I don’t know why I’ve stayed. Pretty sure it’s just out of sheer boredom. I’m getting really sick of faking it. He’s never made me cum by penetration, nor can he eat pussy, but his finger game is on point.

We met months ago at a Scholarship dinner before the semester started. He was really smooth and sweet and I should have known better. Most guys who try too hard are lacking somewhere and for Jake, it’s clearly in the bedroom.

“Riley baby, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” he pants and I fake a moan, causing him to roar his release inside me. Thank God it’s over. He pulls out, kissing me as I cover myself with the sheet. I really need to figure out a way to break up with him. I’m wasting my time with his mediocre dick.

Meanwhile, I keep having these depraved dreams of the hot guy across the hall and my roommate, Peyton, who happens to be said guy’s sister, or step sister, I’m not too sure. But in my dreams, they tie me down to the bed with nowhere to go and bring my body to heights it’s never been before. It’s starting to drive me nuts, constantly waking up wet and needy, having to get myself off quick and hard from such vivid dreams. I blush when I see them in passing because of it all. I had hooked up with Peyton a few times before I started dating Jake – huge mistake– but the guy across the hall, Asher, has never given me the time of day. He’s the captain of the swim team and the resident playboy at school who runs through pussy like it’s his job.

Jake shuffling out of bed takes me out of my thoughts and I roll my eyes as he heads for the bathroom to clean up. I grab my phone to see if Vicki texted me back about going to Club Diamond. It’s a new spot that just opened on the outskirts of town. I’ve been dying to get in there and have some fun, but you have to know someone in order to get an invite, so she’s working on that for us. Opening my text thread, I see nothing from V yet, but there’s a text from the Student Tutoring Office with a new client that is in need. I’ll check that out later on my laptop, I just need to get rid of Jake first. He comes out of the bathroom showered and fully dressed.

“I have class early tomorrow, so I’m going to call it a night.” I say, getting out of bed to go clean up, because God forbid, I get any aftercare. Not like I fucking need it with his shriveled dick.

“Yeah, I have an early meeting with the Dean that I need to prepare for, anyway. Tonight was fun, baby. I’ll text you after my meeting tomorrow so we can get dinner,” he says as his phone chimes with an incoming text. He takes it out and reads the message, smirking. Interesting.

“Who’s texting you?” I ask, and he rolls his eyes at me.

“It’s no one. Why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up and I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner,” he says, sauntering over to give me a kiss on my forehead. I put my hand on his chest, pushing him away.

“Who said I wanted to go out to dinner tomorrow? Maybe I have plans.” I huff, covering more of myself with the sheet. He crowds my space and rips the fabric off my body.

“Plans? The only plans you have are with me.” He demands, and I gasp at his tone as he runs his finger down my jaw, gripping it tightly.

“Be a good little girlfriend and do as you’re told. Now get your ass in that bathroom and clean yourself up. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grins, letting go of my face, slapping it lightly. He exits my room without another word. Hearing the door to the suite close, I release the breath I was holding. He’s never spoken to me like that before, let alone put his hands on me. What the fuck?

Walking into the bathroom, I immediately head to the tub and turn the water on, slowly pouring in some vanilla–brown sugar bath oil and waiting for it to fill. My phone pings on the counter and I reach for it to see who it is. Finally! Just what I needed..

Vicki: Yes, next Friday at ten. I’ll pick you up. Do you want to grab food before we go?

Me: Yea, food sounds good. I’m so fucking excited! I need a good night out. Hopefully some hot guy in a mask will kidnap my ass and do fucked up shit to me. Hahaha.

Vicki: Sweet. Yes to the masked men. Let’s go baby! Does that mean you dropped Jake?

Me: Unfortunately no. I need to cut my losses and fast. He’s a fucking prick. We haven’t had a girls’ night in forever, so next week will be fun.

Vicki: Get rid of his ass. He’s boring. You better put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ at the club. He will make your whole night miserable if you don’t, and you know it.

Me: Yes, Mother. Lol.

Of course she leaves me on read. The cheeky little bitch. Placing the phone on the counter, I step into the tub and sink into the hot water to soak for a bit. I can’t stop thinking about Jake’s behavior. He’s never acted out like this before. Maybe it was because I was questioning him? I don’t normally do that, but when my asshole boyfriend is grinning at a text, my red flags fly high and mighty. But I’ll figure that shit out later.

The bath feels so relaxing even with my body vibrating from pure fucking excitement for next Friday night. Reaching over, I grab the joint and lighter I placed on the towel cabinet next to the clawfoot tub. Lighting it, I take a deep inhale, holding it, then exhaling slowly. I love the way weed feels hitting my system. It’s almost like a rush. I lay back and smoke until I feel it really kick in.

Clipping it, I put it back on the cabinet and climb out of the tub, grab a towel and dry off. I don’t feel like getting dressed, so I get into bed and grab my laptop.

Powering it on, I open the email and gasp. I look at the name again. Asher Abernathy. Mr. Playboy himself needs tutoring in math in order to pass the semester, and if he doesn’t, he’ll get kicked off the swim team. This is fucking laughable. I answer the email, shut down the laptop and lay in bed thinking of how I can possibly fucking deal with this guy and not blush every second he’s around me.

Huffing, I roll over and shut my eyes, letting sleep take over me.

Chapter two

Wet Dreams

Asher