Good Girls, Bad Guys (Lashton Love Triangle)

Good Girls, Bad Guys: Chapter 6

“I know for a damn fact that I’m better than that little punk (Y/N). And I could fuck you right here, right now to prove it to you. I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget his name and whatever ‘pleasure’ he ever gave you,” Ashton growled, nipping at my neck as his hands roamed my naked body. “A-Ash.. I’m not sure if my mom is still here or not. We can’t.. not here.” I breathed, barely managing to say my words as a whisper. He pulled away, lifting my chin between his index finger and thumb gently. “I’ll take you wherever I want. I don’t give a shit who sees. Who knows? Maybe we can give them a show,” he cooed, sending chills down my spine.

His fingers made their way to my core, stroking lightly around my clit. “Isn’t it weird how we rarely fucked? Now look at us.” He said, grinding his bulge in his pants onto my bare slit. I moaned, leaning my head against the wall. “You like being a little slut, don’t you? I’d fuck you all day if I could. I’d do you on the bed, on this wall, on the couch, maybe even the kitchen table, so I’d have something to eat.” He smirked as I let out a small whimper. He threw me over his shoulder and took us back to my room. He laid me down on my bed, and then lay down on top of me. “Spread your legs,” he instructed, and I did as I was told. He laid down between my legs, and it wasn’t until I held my breath in anticipation that his cell phone got a call. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he breathed onto my heat, causing me to squirm a little and he chuckled. “They can wait anyways.” He laughed, leaning forward and kissing my inner thigh before moving to my slit. The phone went off again, and I pushed his shoulders back gently, signaling him to at least check. He let out a grunt before clicking the green button on the screen. “Hello?” he asked, placing the phone to his ear. I saw Ash’s face fall and I heard yelling on the line. Luke.

“Listen, I don’t give a shit what you say to me. She isn’t yours and she never will be… No, you fucking listen Luke, I’m sick of this lame act you’ve been putting on for her. We both know you don’t like her, she was nothing but a fuck to you.” I felt my chest cringe at Ashton’s harsh words about me while I was right here. Ashton never cussed that much, or was ever this angry; and I was never this promiscuous with anybody, even Ashton. Luke brought out the bad in Ashton and brought out the passion in me. Was I nothing but a fuck to him? Just someone to help him get off? I must’ve been, since Ashton sees it too. The idea hurts me more than it should.

Ashton tosses the phone down on the bed, and quickly puts his shirt on. “Where are you going?” I asked, seeing how something is obviously going down. “Stay here, okay?” he commands more than asks. He leaves the room, and I quickly had redressed myself and followed Ashton’s trail downstairs. I heard the loud, angry, alternative 90’s music and instantly knew who it was without having a second guess. I sprinted out the door and to the porch to see Luke get out of his car aggressively.

This can’t be happening right now.