Page 80 of Depraved Desires

“That’s it, baby,” I rasped. “Give it to him.”

Her green eyes met mine, arousal evident within them. I tightened my grip on her breast, massaging it between my fingers. She arched her back, releasing another loud moan that had my cock straining to get free.

“Fuck,” she panted breathlessly as he continued his assault, inserting a second finger while simultaneously lapping at her clit. She started moving her hips in tandem, bucking against his face as she chased her pleasure.

As soon as she neared the brink of her orgasm, Myles withdrew his fingers and tongue, sitting back on his legs. He placed his fingers to his lips, sucking off her juices. She quivered on the bed, frustration contorting her features.

“Do you want me to make you come, little dove?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. There was no missing the sadistic glint in his eyes.

“Y-yes.” She breathed out.

A smile curled the corners of his mouth. “Then you know what you have to do.” He leaned forward, placing a hand on each of her thighs. He dropped his head again, kissing along her abdomen over her tattoo, before moving up until he reached her breasts. His tongue darted out, swiping against her nipple, not seeming to care that my hand was still wrapped around it.

She shuddered against his touch, another soft gasp leaving her plump lips. He sucked her into his mouth, rolling his tongue around against the sensitive part of her breast before he started working his way up again until he reached her neck. I watched as he grinded against her, rubbing his thickened cock against her through his pants.

“P-Please,” she stammered, her eyes rolling back.

“Please what?” he demanded, his voice coming out in a low growl, making her whimper. His hips rolled in a circular motion as if to show her what she was missing.

“Make me come.”

He released a dark, sinister chuckle before pulling back completely, straddling her legs. “Do you want me buried inside you, Aspen?” He reached forward, taking the breast opposite me and started massaging it.

A crease formed between her eyebrows as the wheels turned in her head. Almost like she was weighing her options. A defeated sigh left her lips, and she glanced up at him, seeming to come to her senses.

“Fuck you,” she snapped.

“So,close.” he tsked, shaking his head. “But wrong answer.” He climbed off her completely, jerking his head in my direction. I moved my hand from her breast, leaving her completely void of touch.

He backed away from the bed, the hard-on in his pants straining against the material. “You aren’t allowed to get yourself off until I say otherwise. I’llknow.” He winked. His gaze flicked over to me. “And if you cave?—”

“I won’t,” I assured him abruptly.

His jaw tightened like he didn’t entirely believe me. Not that I blamed him. My track record was a bit fucked when it came to women—especially her. He nodded anyways before striding over to the door, casting one last look at Aspen before disappearing through it.

Fucking asshole,” she muttered, slouching back against the mattress.

I laughed, despite the raging hard on I was currently sporting. The last time I’d gotten off was when she gave me that blow job at the cabin, and fuck…I was yearning for the real thing. My gaze darted down to her pussy, the wetness coating her from both her juices and Myles’s tongue. Thankfully, the blanket covered me enough so she wouldn’t notice. I didn’t need anymore wicked thoughts sprouting in that pretty, little head of hers.

“Do you want to eat dinner with me in the cafeteria tonight?” I asked, not wanting to stay cooped up in this room any longer. While I’d been injured, it was more convenient for me to stay inmy room and have the guys bring me food, but now that I could get around much better, that was the last thing I wanted to do.

She glanced at me in surprise, the frustration waning from her features. “Likethis?” she asked, motioning to her naked body.

As much as I enjoyed seeing her naked, Myles’s rule was stupid. Not only was he torturing her, but we had to look at her everyday and we weren’t allowed to touch her. Not like she’d let us anyways. I knew the only reason she came on to Hunter and Foster was because she was higher than she’d ever been. As for me, she was using me to piss off Myles. The thought made my chest tighten. Knowing that there was a chance she’d never forgive me for the part I played in what happened to her and her friend that night.

I cleared my throat, shoving those thoughts to the back of my mind. Aspen was still staring at me, waiting for a response. “You could wear some of my clothes,” I offered.

She snorted in response and shook her head. “Your clothes don’t even come close to fitting me. I’d have better luck fitting into something of Hunter’s.”

She was right. Out of all of us, Hunter was the closest to her size. Foster was slim, but he was at least six feet tall. Hunter was close to my height, but was also on the slimmer side.

“I can text Hunter,” I continued, reaching for my phone that was face-down on my beside table nearest to me.

She released a frustrated huff of air. “I have clothes on campus. If you would just let me go grab something, that would solve all of our problems.”

I stared at her for a long moment, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. The thought of her walking out that door and disappearing again had my stomach turning. I just got her back. There was no way I’d risk her leaving again.

As if reading my thoughts, she rolled over on her side and turned my face toward her. The smooth press of her fingertips around my chin made my heart thump harder for entirely different reasons.

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