LUSTS OF THE FLESH

Too Forbidden to Let Go

Dean manages to push himself up on his haunches, holding his broken arm and whimpering like a pathetic little b***h.

"It was just jokes, bro… just jokes…" he croaks.

I turn to glare at him murderously.

His eyes go huge in fear as he scrambles back, holding out a hand. "I-I didn't mean it. No, no, no… don't…"

A brutal kick to his stomach cuts him off, and he doubles over, puking beer all over the carpet.

Baron has managed to crawl away from the shattered coffee table, blood dripping from a cut above his eye.

I walk over and crouch in front of him.

"Now, listen carefully," I say, holding up three fingers.

"You don't look at Ashleigh," I state clearly, dropping one finger.

"You don't speak to her." The second finger drops.

"You don't go near her… You don't even breathe near her."

The third finger goes down.

Baron nods frantically, snot and tears mixing with the blood on his face.

"If I hear her name come out of either of your mouths again, I'll come back. And I promise you… I'll break more than a few bones." I threaten, glancing at Dean, who's still crying like a child on the floor.

Standing, I grab my bat and swing it once more, right into the flat-screen mounted on the wall.

It shatters with a destructive crack I find oddly satisfying.

Without another word, I leave, get into my car, and drive home.

What I've just done is reckless. Foolish. Criminal, even.

All Dean or Baron has to do is limp to campus security, show the bruises, mention my name, and the athletic board gets a nice little report.

One "conduct violation" hearing later, and my scholarship is ripped away, my NFL future torched before it even starts.

But I did it anyway. And that scares me.

The way I abandon reason when it comes to Ashleigh scares me.

She must've been waiting for my return, because the moment she hears my footsteps on the stairs, her door flies open.

She stares at me, then at the bat in my hand, and her eyes widen, but she says nothing.

I head for my room. She follows.

"Zayn," Ashleigh calls after me in a whisper, closing the door behind her. "What did you do? "

I drop the bat to the floor and kick it under my bed, then take off my hoodie, throwing it to the chair.

"They won't bother you again," I mutter.

She grows quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Are they… okay?"

"They're alive," I say flatly. "And they learned what happens when someone makes my sister cry."

Silence falls for a short moment before Ashleigh breaks it. "Zayn, you know you can't do anything that threatens your scholarship. I'm worried. What if..."

"Don't," I cut in, and she goes silent.

After a while, she dips her head and mutters a quiet, "Thank you. For standing up for me."

"It's nothing," I reply.

I can't take my eyes off her. She's standing there, barefoot, in nightwear that barely hides the curve of her luscious body.

Ashleigh unconsciously licks her bottom lip, and my c**k twitches against the inside of my sweatpants. It's aching because it remembers how tight and wet her cunt can be.

I still taste her on my tongue from the night I spread her on the kitchen island in that f*****g bikini, licking her open while she shook.

I wanted to do more than eat her out; I wanted to bend her over the marble and f**k her brains out until she forgot every name but mine.

But I was trying to quit her.

I am trying and failing.

Ashleigh's gaze drops to the thick outline of my c**k straining against my grey sweatpants, then climbs back up to my face.

The shameless hunger in her eyes is just the same as mine. She can't even hide it.

She doesn't say a word but slowly fills the distance until she's right in front of me.

Then she lowers to her knees and looks up.

The sight of her there, staring up with those eyes with just one thing on her mind, f***s with my psyche.

My hands ball into fists at my sides.

Ash reaches for the waistband of my sweats and pulls them down.

My engorged c**k springs free.

"Time to return the favour," she whispers, her eyes never leaving mine as she wraps her hand around the base and spits on it.

Fucking hell.

Her mouth opens eagerly, and she takes me in, running her tongue over the head.

I hiss through my teeth.

"Fuck."

She pulls back to speak, her lips resting on the tip. "Does Maya do it like I do?"

She kisses the tip and spits on it again, stroking me slowly.

I groan.

"Does she get on her knees the second you walk through the door?" Her voice is a seductive purr. "Mmm? Big brother?"

Ashleigh takes me into her mouth fully.

It's warm and wet and feels like bliss. The first tease of her tongue is pure f*****g heaven, softly wrapping and fitting around me like a glove.

"f**k," I groan, my head falling back. Then, I push deeper.

She gurgles around me, her hands grabbing my legs for balance, but never once do I feel teeth.

After a few more sucks, Ashleigh pulls back, saliva staining her lips.

"Does she swallow your c*m like she's starving for it?"

I want her to stop talking and f*****g concentrate.

Grabbing her head, my fingers dive into her hair, fisting the strands hard. She moans, looking up at me.

"If you don't stop talking," I grit out, "I'll f**k your throat so bad you won't be able to speak tomorrow."

A naughty little smile touches her lips. "What if that's what I want?"

I pause, growing harder. "You're such a brat."

"Mmm,"

"Open,"

I push my c**k into her mouth, thinking that's how far she can go, but Ashleigh proves me wrong. She always proves me wrong, taking me deeper until her nose is touching my stomach.

Her throat tightens around the head of my c**k.

It's tight and pulsing like an actual cunt.

I'm loving every second of it.

"Fucking..." I curse. "... Ashleigh... fuck."

Tears run down her cheeks, but her starving eyes don't look away from me.

Her lips look so pretty stretched tight around my c**k as she sucks me off enthusiastically.

I withdraw a little, then drive in again, f*****g her tight throat slowly.

Every inch of my c**k disappears between those pretty, puffy lips of hers. It's such a beautiful sight.

She splutters and gags, which only makes me grow harder.

"Yeah, baby, take this c**k," I growl in a low tone, my grip on her hair tightening.

Fucking hell, her throat is milking my c**k as I push deeper, saliva running down the corners of her mouth each time I withdraw and slam back in.

I'm speeding up the tempo now, my breathing growing ragged as I f**k her throat hard.

The way I'm going at it, one would think I hate her. But god, I f*****g love her. I just want to ruin her throat.

The sounds are wet and sloppy... dirty.

She's also moaning around me as she takes it.

Her hands grip my thighs, her nails piercing through my sweatpants like she's urging me to go even faster and deeper.

I can't; I'm already touching the back of her throat.

Her eyes roll back as she surrenders her throat to me. She takes it all greedily, perfectly, gagging and swallowing and never once pulling away.

Fuck, she's so perfect.

"Gonna come," I warn.

Ash pulls back suddenly, looking up at me with those huge brown eyes. "Come in my mouth, Zayn," she says in a pleading tone. "Come in your sister's mouth."

Fuck.

I slam into her mouth one last time and hold, spilling straight down her throat in thick ropes.

I barely manage to keep my groan quiet because of how intense it is.

She swallows every drop, her eyes trained on mine the whole time, licking me clean and sucking me dry until I'm cursing my ancestors.

When I finally pull out, a string of spit and c*m connects her lips to my c**k for a second before it breaks.

She's panting, her lips extra pink and puffy from all that action, her eyes shiny with tears.

Ashleigh sits back on her heels and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling up at me sheepishly.

"You can tell Maya I said hi."

I pull her up and crash my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her tongue.

"Maya never even got this far," I pull back to say against her lips.

She eases off me, licks her lips, and gives me a slow, seductive smile.

"How could she ever? " she purrs. "Nobody else knows how you like it. Only me."

I stare down at her and smile because no truer words have been spoken.

I'm so f*****g gone for this girl, it's not even a choice anymore.

I can't leave her.

And God help whoever tries to separate us, because I'll burn the world down before I let her go.