Wild Thoughts (Depraved Desires #1)

“Yes, those girls buy weed off me, that’s it. You, my little cupcake, are special. Don’t fucking say that shit about yourself. You don’t even know half of what I feel! Same thing for my sister! But soon enough, you will get it,” he spews, and I look over to Peyton who’s taking her last bite of her pizza. Again, I’m not trying to get my hopes up, but something is not being said.

“Okay, enough with the heavy. Are we all done eating?” She asks, and I nod my head, handing her mine and Asher’s empty plate.

“Ash, be a doll and put the pizza away. We will be in the bedroom.” She smirks, placing her hand out for me to grab, along with the bag on the coffee table. He sits there dumbfounded, and I do the unthinkable. I take my tank off and throw it at him. His eyes widen and he moves like lightning, gathering the pizza boxes and plates. Me and Peyton both giggle as we walk to my room and into the bathroom.

She turns the water on and then turns back to me. “I want you completely naked in the tub. Sit on the edge, with one foot leaning on the side and the other at the bottom. I’ll be right back.” She orders. I take my shorts off and do exactly as she instructed.

Leaning back against the cold tile, I patiently wait for her to return, which isn’t long at all. She slides a chair into the bathroom. I’m assuming it’s for Asher to sit.

Our eyes connect and we giggle. We both know he’s going to lose his shit, but this is what he gets for being such a dickface. She opens the bag, takes the contents out, then opens the box. She pulls out a bottle and a rod like tip, screwing it onto the bottle of liquid. Looking over at me, she smirks before a look of desire flashes in her eyes.

“Have you ever done this before?” She asks, and I shake my head.

“I never needed to until now,” I say as she places the bottle on the counter next to a small, pink-looking object. She removes her clothes before picking the bottle and the pink device up. Stepping into the tub, she sinks to her knees. She kisses up my leg and shuts the faucet off, licking each one of my thighs. My body shivers and I moan. Asher picks the most opportune time to walk in and start stripping, but Peyton puts her hand up and stops his movements.

“You, my dear, sweet, big brother, can park your ass right in that chair,” she orders, and he huffs.

“Why don’t I get to play? This was my fucking idea,” he says, grinding his teeth. Peyton places the pink object around her thumb and clicks the button to make it vibrate. She rubs it against my clit, causing me to jerk from the intensity of the vibrations. But fuck, if it doesn’t feel so fucking good.

“Look at Ash, while I clean you up,” she commands, and my eyes lock with his as he grips his dick, stroking it slowly.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself, Asher. Hands off the cock, baby.” I smirk and his eyes go wide.

“Am I being punk’d? I don’t like this fucking game.” He groans, folding his muscular arms over one another. I eye-fuck the shit out of him as he runs his tattooed hand through his longish brown hair. The way he bites his bottom lip every time she runs the vibrator over my clit, causes me to pant harder.

His honey-hazel eyes never leave mine until she inserts the tip of the douche inside me slowly and squeezes the liquid inside my dirty cunt. Between the cold liquid, the steam from the water in the tub, and my body feeling on fire from Peyton toying with my clit, I don’t know what to revel in first. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and Asher growls like a madman. That better not be fucking Jake or I swear to God. That man never leaves me the fuck alone, never letting me enjoy my god damn self.

“Relax, Bluebird. Ash will take care of it.” She reassures me, but I won’t relax until Asher walks his sexy ass back in here. I just pray it’s not Jake. I really don’t want to be hit again for finally giving in to all my wild thoughts.

To be continued….Who do you think is at the door?