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Pulling his hand out from beneath me, he pressed himself against my heated body and I instantly felt his hard bulge between my legs.

I have always been one for curiosity, but when it came to Ashton... there was no room for questioning.

I didn't dare question why now? or what is going to happen after tonight?

Ashton often demanded control of situations and in return, he was always handed that privilege on a polished silver plate.

I wonder what will happen when he loses the control that he admires. I thought, as we continued the heated kiss up the staircase and into his dark bedroom...

A soft mattress met my exposed back and the bed dipped slightly when Ashton propped himself above me.

With the faintest light from the moon, I could just about see the outline of his body, but I somehow knew that we were currently looking at each other.

Not long after, I hooked my hands onto his shirt and tugged slightly, motioning for him to remove it. He tugged off his top so casually and dropped his head down to bring his mouth towards my neck.

Whilst leaving trails of kisses down my neck, my hand found its way to the back of his, pressing it lightly towards me.

Our bodies began to move together and his chiseled torso swifty rose and fell with his actions.

He didn't stray from leaving purple bruises on my skin when he grasped the straps from my dress and didn't hesitate before throwing it into a sheltered corner of his expensive room.

Lowering his head further, the kisses traced from my collarbone and down to my chest. Only lifting his head when I pulled my hands to trace down his abs and stopped on top of his shorts.

"Off." I whispered to him.

He obeyed my command and his impressive body began pressing onto mine so that our bare skin pressed together.

When I believed that our entire bodies were tangled together, Ashton didn't fail to make me believe otherwise,when I felt the large bulge in his boxers.

From beneath him, I suddenly remembered what I had told myself about his craving for control. Although It had only been a couple of minutes, this was clearly shown when he decided to pin my hands above my head with a smirk.

An unknown force possessed me to wrap my legs around his hips and harshly twist his figure so that I was on top of him and straddling his crotch.

From years of knowing the behavior of Ashton Miles, I became aware that he liked to play games. Players always do of course. But, what is made of a player who doesn't know the rules of his own game?

It's time to flip the fucking tables. I thought as I grabbed his abandoned shirt that lay beside me.

Remaining in my bra and pants oh his lap, I locked eyes again with Ashton and leant down to pick up his hands.

His face showed visible confusion when I picked them up, but was replaced with entertainment when I held them up to his bedpost and began wrapping the shirt around his wrists.

Finishing off the knott with my teeth, I could feel Ashton's breathing increase as I bowed back down to his boxers and trailed my hands across his bulge agonisingly slowly. I knew that it was affecting him when I saw his torso tense and his head lift slightly.

Who's in control now bitch?

Forget some cold water, Becca's presence was enough to sober me up. And there I was thinking that drinking was a habit of the past until earlier today...

Maisy had acted extremely distant since Becca had left with that boy. The kid had a fucking deathwish.

Nonetheless, I found myself drawn to an unopened bottle of whisky and that came to be what filled me with the confidence to act on my attraction to Becca.

And usually drinking made me do things that I would look back on and regret, but for once, I found myself approving of my earlier actions.

The mischievous glint in becca's eyes made my stomach erupt. She was so effortlessly turning me on and I didn't understand how she had that effect on me..

I thought that I would feel angry with the fact that Becca had slept with other guys. I understand that In who years a lot can happen and without me scaring off every boy that dared to come close to her, It was inevitable that they would get the privilege of having her.

But with her hands on my dick, I found it hard to feel any anger. Within seconds she had my eyes rolling and it quickly became obvious that she had done this before. And she was fucking good.

It's also hard to feel guilty for breaking a promise to your best friend about his sister being off limits. Especially with said sister's mouth getting to work on me.

Fuck guilt. If only this could last forever.

Without access to my hands, her head bobbed freely on my dick and I sucked in a breath. The shirt wasn't too tight around my wrists and could easily be removed but I was too trapped in a trance to remove it.

"Fuck. Becca, If you don't-" She quickly travelled further down my length and it was taking everything in me not to cum right there and then.

Just when I was about to release into her mouth, she removed her swollen lips from me and wiped them with her finger.

The smirk on her face made me realise that she knew exactly what she was doing and then she began to climb off from me.

oh ... alors elle veut jouer à ce jeu?

(oh ... so she wanna play this game?)

Whilst I was untiening the shirt, she was already making her way into the bathroom.

She wasn't walking fast, so I quickly caught up with her due to my faster stride and ended up cornering her into the shower.

"You're going to pay for that." I whispered to her, making sure to graze my mouth across the spot that makes her breath hitch.

When I saw her remain unfazed, I leant behind her and switched on the shower... causing a small gasp from her beneath the chilling water.

Placing both hands either side of her head, I leant into her and hovered my lips above hers.

Neither of us moved until she finally spoke words that made my knees weak.

"Oh, just fuck me already."

"After what you just pulled? Never." I grinned and removed my hands from the wall to place them on her lower back.

The disappointment was enough to make me rethink my decision, but I'm too stubborn to turn back on myself.

I pulled her towards me and her back arched in protest. However, I was tall enough to lean over her.

"I'll fuck you when I've had some fun first. Oh and becca?" Her chin lifted slightly when I spoke her name to meet my eyes.

"I've got a new rule to this little game that you're playing." I paused to lower my hands to lift her around my waist. "The first to cum loses...starting from now." I watched as her beautiful features clouded with confusion and then changed to lust and she tugged my neck so that her parted lips could meet mine for the kiss to continue.

This game is going to be fucking hard when her kiss alone makes me think about fucking her.

Her lips moved with so much need but somehow didn't feel forced. Her movements would sink with mine and when our tongues got involved, one of us would tug at the others lips.

With the water temperature now steaming up the room, I found it hard to find the nozzle to turn the shower off.

When I did, I took her out of the glassed entrance and placed her onto the middle of the marbled counter.

She remained silent, so I took the opportunity to move my hands onto her thighs and inch them further until they rested on top of the lace fabric.

Her chest began to rise and fall as small droplets of water rolled down her soft skin.

I glanced at the mascara beneath her deep brown eyes and the way her hair had become darker and straighter beneath the shower head.

"What happens to you when I win this...game?" She asked with a cocked brow and her voice laced with confidence.

"You seem certain that you are going to win..." I trailed off before I rammed 3 fingers into her and she threw her head back in return whilst bringing her fist to her mouth.

"I. Don't. Loose" She heaved out, but the quick tightening around my fingers spoke otherwise.

"Famous last words Becca." I muttered.