Chapter 3

ASHLEY'S POV

There was silence. I didn't know where to start from.

The call lasted a long minute. She apologized, I accepted, hesitantly. And just like that we called it a truce. One of those misunderstandings that friends brushed past without thinking too hard about it.

Except, what happened between me and Jason that evening wasn't something you could just brush past. It sat there, heavy and dangerous.

A pang of jealousy ran through my body. Why did it bother me so much that she had a boyfriend. Or rather... that Jason was the kind of boyfriend she had? Ugh!

I shouldn't be feeling like that about someone I called my friend... my bestfriend. I should be happy like normal people would be.

I wasn't.

She told me she'd be travelling for college the next day, Valentine's day. Something about her needing to process her placement earlier than expected.

She hoped I'd find someone at the party. The huge Valentine's Day party Jason was throwing at his place.

And she was totally gutted she'd miss it.

I kept my voice perfectly level. "That's such a shame."

We hung up.

I sat there for a second, phone warm in my slick hand, the guilt doing its thing in my chest.

Then I got up.

My legs felt a little weak, my body still humming like the aftershock hadn't fully worn off yet.

I turned toward the mirror without really thinking about it, and the second my eyes met my reflection, I froze.

My nipples were still hard beneath the thin fabric of my nightwear, pressing through it like they had something to prove. My thighs were slick, a faint sheen catching the light, and my skin still carried that flushed, overheated look that hadn't quite faded.

I looked... used.

Not by anyone else.

By my own thoughts.

By him.

I swallowed, dragging my gaze up to meet my own eyes, and for a second I didn't even recognize myself.

"This quickly got out of hand," I muttered quietly, half surprised I just cummed to the thought of someone I had known for less than twenty four hours.

But even then, I didn't move away.

Valentine's day arrived the way it always did. Loud, pink, red, and totally inconsiderate to single people like me.

I spent three hours getting ready. Maybe if I wore something less conservative to the party I'd be able to squeeze out another compliment from Jason. Not just about my ass... something more specific.

Jason's party was already in full swing by the time I got there.

The music hit me at the door, that deep, chest-thumping bass you felt in your ribs.

In the dim lighting, pushed my way through the crowd, brushing past shoulders, dancing bodies, red cups, trying to act like I belonged here. Like I wasn't finding someone.

And then somehow, like he had been waiting for the exact moment I'd arrive... Jason appeared.

My breath caught before I could stop it, heat rushing straight to my face as his eyes moved over me slowly, deliberately, and I suddenly became hyper-aware of everything I was wearing.

The top I'd chosen dipped just low enough to show off my cleavage in a way that wasn't accidental, and my low-rise jeans hugged my waist tight, sitting just right on my hips and making sure my ass did exactly what I'd picked them for.

My waist looked snatched, my whole body framed in a way I knew damn well wasn't innocent.

I had snuck out of the house dressed like this before my mum saw it and had an opinion.

"Didn't think you'd come,"

"Here I am," I replied, trying to sound casual, even though my heart was racing.

He tilted his head toward the back of the house. "Come outside."

The back patio was quieter. String lights hung overhead. And crickets were chirping much lower than the music inside.

"You look different," he said.

"Different how?"

The corner of his mouth moved. "Just different."

He was doing the cool thing. The unbothered thing. Giving me just enough to keep me leaning in without committing to anything. And I also was doing my thing, angling slightly, letting the light catch my cleavage, laughing longer than necessary.

Then my phone buzzed.

Stephanie.

The guilt rushed in. I held up a finger.

"One sec."

I stepped away and answered.

"Ash, I made it!" Her voice was overly excited. "How's the party going? Is Jason okay? Make sure he's not chatting up other girls..."

"He's fine," I said, my back to him, voice completely steady. "Party's good."

"You're the best babes. Miss you already."

"Miss you too, Steph."

I hung up. Turned around. And Jason was gone.

I headed back inside. The music was much louder now. The lights dimmer. The energy shifted into that later-in-the-night loseness where people stopped pretending they weren't doing what they were doing.

I moved down the hallways looking for him.

That's when I heard it.

Sounds coming from the end of the hall. Low. Unmistakeable. And wet.

I should have stopped. I kept on walking. The door was slightly open, just enough to let the sounds slip out. And what I saw made my breath hitch in my throat.

The room was dimly lit by a single red light in the corner casting everything in amber and dark.

There were bodies. Four, five, six...multiple of them. They were tangled on the floor, on the bed and against the wall in intense passion. In a way that made it impossible to tell where one person ended and another began.

A girl was bent over the edge of the bed, her dress bunched up to her waist, taking a huge cock from behind while her mouth was wrapped around another even bigger cock entirely.

Her moans were out of this world as the two monster cocks stretched her from opposite ends.

Two other girls were pressed together on the floor, stark naked, tits to tits, laps intertwined as they fingered each other's swollen pussy into oblivion.

One of them screamed as she reached her orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck yes, huh huh huh." While her partner thrust into her cunt harder and she squirted all over both their them without slowing down.

Against the far wall a guy had a petite girl pinned with her legs locked around his waist, his hips rolling into her in long, grinding strokes that made her sob uncontrollably out of sheer pleasure.

Fuck!

My face was burning as I watched. My thighs pressed together without permission.

Nobody in that room cared that a stranger was staring at them. Not that their crashing orgasms would even let them see me.

I stepped back suddenly.

My back hit something very solid. And warm. And unmistakeable.

I froze.

The pressure against my lower back was exactly the size I'd spent last night imagining. Exactly.

"Looking for something?" Jason's voice came right at the top of my ear.

I turned around slowly. He was looking down at me, slightly amused. One hand braced on the wall beside my head,cup in the other, looking at me like he'd been expecting to find me here.

"I was looking for you," I said.

"Found me."

He tilted his head slightly towards the entrance of the hallway. "Come on."