My Brother's Best Friend✔️

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RECAP:

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...

REBECCA's POV

*Play song now*

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.