Wild Thoughts (Depraved Desires #1)

“One day, I’m going to do that to you and we will see how much you like it,” I fire back, and he laughs even harder.

“Shut up, you fucking loved it.” He smirks, licking his fingers clean. Fuck this. I stalk off to my room, leaving my mess in the kitchen as I shut the door and lock it. I stomp over to my bed and get under the covers. Fuck putting clothes back on. We have been playing this game for years, his father married my cunt of a mother about ten years ago. At first, we hated one another, but once we started high school, there was a party and we accidentally slept together and never stopped since that day.

Sitting on Tony’s bed in the dark, I think about the shit I just saw a few rooms down. My boyfriend Tyler, of eleven months, fucking the head cheerleader. I thought we were good, that we were going to wait for prom to finally do it. I guess he had other plans. My heart broke seeing them in bed together. Hearing him moaning and enjoying pleasure from a girl that’s not me. I lay back as the tears fall down my face. The door suddenly creeps open as the room starts to spin slightly. The bed dips, but I don’t say a word. “I don’t know who’s in here with me, but I’m drunk and horny.” He slurs. I giggle as I climb into his lap and he grabs my hips tightly. I fuse my lips to his and an electric current flows through my body. I rock my hips as he pulls me tighter against him. After that, I don’t remember much until the next morning when I wake up completely naked with an ache between my thighs and my fucking step brother, Asher, snoring in my ear.

Rolling over, I huff at the memory as I pick up my phone and scroll through Riley’s socials. She is so fucking beautiful. Anytime we hooked up, I fell for her even more. I was so hurt when she started dating that loser, Jake.

Hopefully we can bring her into our dynamics, because I want her in the worst way possible. My eyes start to drift and sleep takes over with dreams of the girl in the next room, fucking my big brother, while I watch.

Chapter four

Showertime

Riley

I wake up the next morning a panting mess, but I’m going to be fucking late. I hop in the shower and stand under the spray, letting the water cascade down my body. Grabbing my loofa, I lather it with soap and rub it all over my skin. I hear the bathroom door open and Peyton is standing there, completely fucking naked, with lust in her eyes. I visibly swallow as I take her in.

She’s so fucking pretty with her short black hair and bright gray eyes. Her body is to die for. Her perfect round tits with pink supple nipples, hourglass shaped hips leading down to her always wet pussy and squishy ass. I should’ve never stopped hooking up with her to be with Jake. The biggest mistake thus far.

She doesn’t say anything as she walks over and steps into the shower with me. Taking the loofa from my hand, she never breaks eye contact as she places it back on the holder. Squirting my soap in her hand, she rubs them together, creating a sudsy friction before she glides them up my stomach to my tits. My breathing hitches at the anticipation of her touching my nipples. I rub my thighs together hoping she didn’t notice, but her eyes leave mine and trail down, landing between my legs as her hand circles both my tits, pulling at my nipples.

“Do I make you nervous, Bluebird?” She asks. I swallow hard, shaking my head as her fingers pull at my hardened peaks before letting go and sliding up my chest and neck. I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. She must’ve too because she smirks as she wraps her small hand around my throat, causing my body to shutter.

Biting back a moan, she brings her lips to mine, kissing me slowly. I shouldn’t be doing this with her. I have a boyfriend. Fuck, but she feels so good, and her taste is out of this world. I push her away and my fingers touch my lips. Her eyes narrow at me and I shake my head.

“We shouldn’t. I have a boyfriend, Peyton,” I say as she squeezes my throat tighter.

“Yeah? Well, I don’t give a fuck,” she quips, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. As our tongues swirl together, I moan, pulling her closer to me. Reaching down, I grab her ass, squeezing her soft flesh as she groans into my mouth. She removes her hand from my throat, wrapping around the back of my head and gripping my soaked hair as her other hand slides between my thighs, caressing my needy clit. I pull away from the kiss, shaking my head as I lean into her again, moving my hand to find her clit as I continue digging my nails into her ass cheek with the other. “You may have a boyfriend, Bluebird, but he sure as fuck doesn’t make you sing like I do,” she whispers before releasing a breath with a moan as I circle my fingers faster against her clit.

“It’s wrong, Peyton. But fuck if it doesn’t feel so right,” I whine, and she pulls away.

“What the fuck?” I grit as my chest heaves with want.

“You don’t get to cum until you admit that this is right!” She spits before she leaves the shower without another word. Jesus fucking Christ. Shit. I’m going to be so fucking late for the tutoring session! I hurry the fuck up, get out of the shower and get ready for hell. I seethe as I throw on leggings and a hoodie.

Grabbing my phone and laptop, I throw it in my bag and head to the library across campus. I’m dreading this cold walk. You would think I’d be used to it since I’ve lived my whole life in upstate New York, but the bitter cold seeps deep within my bones and I hate it. I’d much rather have a hot summer day with the sun shining down on my face. That sounds so fucking nice right now. I didn’t realize how lost in thought I was until I found myself at the door to the library.

Now it’s time to meet with the one and only, Mr. Playboy of the year, Asher Abernathy.

Chapter five

Tutor Sessions

Asher

She’s fucking late! I’ve sat here in the library, at a secluded table in the back, for the last twenty minutes fucking waiting. According to the text I received from Peyton a few minutes ago, apparently she was busy with my sister and I should expect a pissed off Riley. I’m already aggravated, so this should be a fun little game.

Peyton hasn’t gotten any further with her. Riley keeps up this charade of “I have a boyfriend”, and that’s about to come to an end after I work my charm to win her over.

Hearing the library doors burst open, I lean to the side and see a very flustered and cold Riley. Her cheeks are flushed from the walk over here, and her long dirty blonde hair is a mess. She’s fucking gorgeous in just a black hoodie, gray leggings and those stupid boots all the girls wear in the snow, but complain when they get wet. I roll my eyes at the thought.

I don’t take my eyes off of her as she looks around the room for me. When she finally spots me sitting here, her eyes widen, and I smirk. She walks over, placing her stuff on the table. “Hey, I’m Riley. You’re Asher right?” She says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“The one and only.” I smile as her cheeks redden, causing my dick to twitch. She sits down across from me and takes out her laptop. I damn near growl at her. She doesn’t know how much I want her and yearn for her closeness. So today, I will let it go and play by her rules, but next session, she won’t be given the choice.

“So, what is it you need help with, specifically?” She asks, looking across the table at me with her big blue eyes. Her eyes remind me of a hot summer’s day with not a cloud in the sky. I smile again at her, and there her cheeks go, reddening again.

“Algebra. I can never get the formulas correct.” I lie, and she looks down at her laptop. She’s so shy, it’s got my dick hard. I clear my throat before she can continue.