He came to my side and opened the door. “After you, madam.”
Blushing, I climbed out of the car.
No words hit my tongue.
Was he saying he’d wanted me back in the club when we first met? I mean, sure...Tyson used to act jealous about Logan and me hanging, but I figured it could be normal...and sometimes...Logan and I just had this buzzing energy...this chemistry, but...
“Are you okay?” Logan took my hand like he owned it, wrapping those warm fingers around mine.
I felt protected and free. Additionally, lust and need rose within me. I wanted to get lost with Logan, let him take me away and run off to some castle high in the sky.
This would be a perfect time to escape. Tyson had used me. Ashley had apparently disrespected me. I’d been played completely for my apartment, my body, and my time. Of course, I yearned for someone to whisk me away and make me forget it all.
But I’d learned time and time again that rushing into another man’s arms wasn’t always the way.
And it hasn’t even been two hours since I’d tried to break up with Tyson. Now I’m trying to be with his friend? Calm down. Breathe. Take a minute to think all of this through.
Yet, I still let Logan hold my hand, and I still walked close next to him, so close that our hips brushed against each other as he opened the door for me. I still checked out his muscled ass as he guided us to our table. I still yearned to be lost in him. So lost, I couldn’t remember my name or where I’d come from. So lost, nothing mattered, but us.
“Okay.” Logan pulled out my chair and then placed Tyson’s notebook on the table. “Let’s see what other filthy lies Tyson has been hiding.”
I swallowed my fear and opened the book to where we’d stopped.
Tyson had been below Logan’s yacht in the room Ashley had been napping in. Tyson barged in and used the bathroom, exposing himself to my friend.
What a fucking creep. And I had this slime ball sleeping next to me?
Tyson had never left the bathroom door open and exposed himself like that with me. He’d never even acted like a freak in the sheets or anything. Our sex was mechanical and restricted probably because the whole time, he was pretending to be someone else.
In his notebook, he’d said that Ashley didn’t look away.
She stared at his cock as if interested.
What else did she do?
9
Little Slut
Tyson’s notebook
“You’re a bold one,” Ashley whispered.
“A
m I?” I faced her with my cock still out, hard and jutting toward her. “We’re friends. What’s modesty among friends?” I let my cock dangle and then stiffen. “You see what you do to me? You’re so fucking hot. Why does Mia bring you around me? It’s hard to control myself.”
Smiling, she licked her lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered. “You should be a star.”
“I will be, one day.”
“You sure will.” I licked my lips too. “Come here.”
She rose from the bed.
This is too easy. How alone she must be.
“No,” I whispered, testing her out. “Crawl.”
And she did. She got on all fours and took her time getting to me. With each movement, her ass jiggled, and her full breasts bounced. My cock yearned to be deep inside of her. Right when I couldn’t deal with it anymore, Ashley crawled right in front of me, kept her knees folded as she gazed up at me, extended her hands, and held my cock like one would hold a flower.
“I-I shouldn’t do this,” she whispered. “Mia’s my friend.”
I knew she said it more for me, than herself. I was sure she’d probably fucked many of her friends’ guys. I’d noticed the way she looked at me when Mia wasn’t watching.
I tested her again. “Would you be my little slut?”
She whispered, “Slut?”
“Yes. Be my little slut tonight.”
A low moan escaped her lips.
And like a good little slut, she lapped at the tip of my cock, longingly, tenderly, licking at the pre-cum spilling out of it. My cock stirred in her soft fingers. The cabin was so small, I reached out my hand to shut the door and locked it. There would be no disturbances until I was done.
I held her chin and guided Ashley’s face close to my cock. “Open your mouth.”
She obliged.
I thrust my cock forward, touching her full bottom lip. “I bet you could suck it good.”
She lapped at the tip again.
“I bet your mouth could make me forget about every woman in my life.”
She groaned and spread her full lips over the tip.
“That’s right.” I guided her head towards me, moving her mouth over my cock, not giving one fuck if she choked.
And she did choke a little, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.
But she was a lonely little slut—the best kind, the kind that always felt like she wasn’t getting enough attention, the kind that would do anything for a man’s whisper of how special she was.