"I'm on birth control, by the way," Ashtyn said, breaking my sex haze. Shit, I'd never even thought to ask.
"Fuck. Well, I'm clean. I haven't had sex in months and I've been tested. I've never fucked anyone without a condom."
"Months?"
"Five to be exact."
She pulled back to look at me, to see if I was telling her the truth or not. "Okay. I've never had sex without a condom either. Until you," she bit her lower lip and my dick twitched, still half-cocked inside her. "Normally I'm more careful."
I pulled her off my lap and she gingerly climbed from the bed, grabbing a wad of tissues to clean up. She tossed me a few, but I sat motionless, unable to focus on anything other than what sack of shits had their dicks inside my girl.
Everett, obviously, but Ashtyn didn't seem to want to rekindle that flame. Although he did drive her home from the party after I fucked her the night before.
"You're wondering about my number, aren't you?" A smile tugged at her lips as my brows furrowed.
"It's not my business, and I have no right to say anything considering the shit I used to do," I said, suppressing my natural reaction to ask her who else she's fucked in the last two years.
"I guarantee it's less than yours. But you don't know any of them if that makes you feel any better. Except Everett."
It didn't make me feel better. The only reason those guys had a chance with her was because of my immaturity and stupidity. I handed her over to them on a silver fucking platter.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go clean up," she kissed my cheek before going into the bathroom.
I wiped myself up and got dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt as I waited for Ashtyn. She came out of the bathroom with her dark hair up in a ponytail wearing only my t-shirt.
"I love the look. Definitely not breaking any dress codes with that," I said as I picked up the back of the shirt and admired her bare ass.
"For your information,someonedecided to rip my panties to shreds last night," she smiled. "I have to go get clothes at home. I don't want to be dripping your cum down my thighs at school all day."
"Why not? I would thoroughly enjoy that. Always there to remind you of what you do to me." I pulled her close and kissed her lips gently. I grabbed her hand and pushed it onto my hard cock. “And what I’m going to do to you later.”
Her eyes widened and she laughed, giving me a gentle squeeze. "We need to get going. Hey, maybe we could meet in the locker room during lunch. I heard you liked that kind of thing."
"You know what?" I asked before lifting her shirt and landing a swift smack across her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her creamy skin. She yelped and spun around on me. "I warned you if you kept picking on me you were going to get spanked."
"That's only going to make me do it more."
"Good." I smacked her other cheek and rubbed it, gripping her supple flesh and pulling her into me. If we didn't leave, I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from fucking her again. I could miss school and not give a fuck, but Ashtyn would never jeopardize her grades or risk falling behind in class.
I took her hand and led her down the hallway to the kitchen. Bronx sat at the table with a newspaper covering his face.
"I didn't even know people read the paper anymore," I commented. The newspaper dropped, and Bronx looked much older since the last time I'd seen him.
Because it wasn't Bronx.
Dad scowled at us, his fury emanating from his dark brown eyes. He was fucking furious.
Ashtyn halted and stepped into me, dropping my hand and crossing her arms over her chest.
"What the fuck is going on, West? I thought I made myself clear the last time I was home." He threw the newspaper down on the table and slammed his fists, making his coffee mug rattle. "Is this what happens when I'm away? You bring whores back here to fuck under my roof after I say not to?"
"Watch your mouth," I gritted through my teeth. I didn't want to fully unleash myself in front of Ashtyn. I knew she was already panicking, not wanting to be the cause of tension between Dad and me.
"Don't tell me what to do inmyhouse!" Dad shouted as he stood from the table. If he wanted to go toe to toe, I'd do it. Let's fucking go.
"West," Ashtyn pulled on my arm so I broke my glare. "I'm gonna go home, okay?" Her eyes pleaded with mine not to take this further, not to punch the shit out of Dad.
"That’d be best,” Dad sneered.