I let out a deep breath before clicking on the play button and the video plays.
Hell, I never thought I could be the type of girl that would skip school, only to lock herself in her room and watch porn. Never in my entire life had I imagined that my Tuesday night could ever go this way, and yet, here I am.
The woman lays next to a man who looks like he's currently sleeping. The blonde woman moves her hand all over her body, biting down rather harshly on her lips. And I gulp down, as I find myself rather intensely immersed in it. I watch as she swipes her legs against each other before dropping her hand down her stomach and disappearing into her pants. She throws back her head against the pillow, her feet thrashing against each other as her hand moves in her pant and I bite down on my lips, my whole body suddenly feeling hot.
She moans as she buries her head deeper in the pillow, her pants now moving down her legs along with her panties, so she's half naked with only the shirt on her.
I move closer to the screen, my own hands moving across my thighs as I watch her finger disappears inside her and she lets out a soft moan, pulling in and out of herself.
"Fuck. "
I mumble, feeling my thighs get drenched with my sudden wetness as the woman's other hand moves over her breasts, squeezing it against the fabric of her shirt while her finger moves inside her at a slow pace. She turns her body towards the man, biting down on her lip with her hands, never stopping their movements as she keeps her eyes on him.
Without realising what I'm doing and even stopping to think much about it, my hand finds its way into my pants and I'm rubbing my fingers down my clit through the thin material of my pant.
I resist the urge to close my eyes as I shift my pant to the side, cupping my wetness and spreading it across my inner thighs before running my finger down my clit while my other hand moves against my chest, following the movement of the woman that displays across my screen.
All inner thoughts, including the sensible ones, seem to be locked away from me as I desperately masturbate and moan to a woman fucking herself across my screen.
I keep my eyes intently on the screen as she finally reaches out to the man, running her finger across his body and just as she's about to grip him...
"Now, this is just an interesting sight, isn't it?"
Have you ever been in a situation when you truly know and admit to yourself that what you're doing is something very wrong and yet you can't stop yourself from doing it?
A situation where you know you'll regret your actions later but yet you can't control them?
That's the exact situation I'm in right now as those green eyes stare at me. His lips curled into a small smirk that makes my insides tingle in the most sinful way.
Sinclair.
How the hell did he get in?! I thought they left!
I thought the door was locked! And how did I not notice him walking up to me?!
I push my hand away from my sensitive parts as I close the laptop and push it further away from me, turning my body away from him with my cheeks burnt in embarrassment.
Out of all things...
"Who could have known? That Eastwood high apparent good girl is not what she seems?"
He's teasing me. I know he is, but yet, why does it sounds like a fucking immense turn on to me?
"I wasn't, I was just- I just wanted to try it out, "
My voice is small and I sound so unsure of myself as I clamp my legs tight against each other to stop the ache that I'm feeling down there just at the mere sight of this man. Since when did I become such a fucking horny teenager? Will I blame it on the porn that I was watching or the sight of the cause of my childhood fantasies staring intensely at me?
"And why would you want to do that, Ashley?"
The sounds of my name rolling off his tongue in the most sinful way do nothing to suppress the needy heat that's burning inside me, and I clutch hard to my pyjamas as I press my legs as tight as they could do. I watch as his eyes follow my movement and they darken upon settling on my thighs. Does that help the tingling feelings? No, it doesn't. It only intensifies them as I watch those green orbs disappear into the dark ones.
"Ashley, "
He calls again. This time, his voice softer and dropping to an octave. It's almost like he's testing the sound against his tongue and I would lie if I say I don't find that fucking hot.
"I understand you are very well capable of controlling your own decisions, but I also know you aren't the type of girl to do something like this. "
But maybe I'm that type of girl after all because all I can think of at the moment is your hands all over me, grabbing me roughly and doing me hard against my door or maybe my desk. Every ounce of the good girl in me already flew out the window at this stage.
"So tell me, little Greene, why did you?"
He finally moves his gaze away from my thighs to meet mine and I forgot how to breathe for a damn whole second. Must I really tell you? Why can't your mouth work them out of me?
No, goddamn. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Ashley, "
I didn't realize that I had left him hanging, and now he's only an inch away from me, with him hovering over me. His breath all over my face and once again, Ashley forgot how to breathe.
"Stop that, "
He whispers, his hands settling at each side of the bed. And at this rate, he's caging me in his arms. I can feel his body heat surrounding mine, and I've never hated personal space as much as I do right now.
"Stop what?"
I retaliate and his eyes fall to my thighs, which are still rubbing against each other. Only that, right now, they are almost rubbing against his crotch. Oh my fucking hormones, how long have I been doing that?
I'm sure my face is as red as anything as I shuffle backwards to move a little away from him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was- "
I stop speaking as my eyes meet with his once again. At the sight of this tattooed, pierced man, I'm ready to tear my own pants down and have him fuck me against any surface, which brings me to a realization.
And before I can stop myself, " I need your help. "
ASHLEY. "Are you nut, Little Greene?!" Sinclair pulls away from me so fast—as if a bolt of lightening had just struck him and I shrink into the bed at the expression that covers his features. He looks so damn disgusted, like the mere thought of what I suggested irritates him so fucking much. Way to fucking go, Ashley! Once again, the universe proves to you-you are not enough for anyone. You will never be enough for anyone. "I'm—I'm sorry. Forget I ever suggested that. I don't know what came over me. It must be—must be what I was watching earlier. I—please just forget I mentioned that. " I stammer stupidly, looking everywhere but at him because I don't think I can bare to see that look on him again. What the hell is wrong with me?! Why the hell would I suggest it to him? How can I expect my brother's best friend to help me explore my sexual desires? In which fucking world does that happen? And even if it does; wh
My heart doesn't stop drumming fast against my chest as I drink in the shadow that allures before me, green eyes fixed on nothing else, but me. The books I'm holding tightly to my chest seems to be losing their stance as my lips quiver in an attempt to let out a call of his name, "Sinclair?" I call, more like a question, and he lets go of my shoulders before stepping back fully into the light, his eyes moving across my stance before he settles that intense gaze back on me. "What was that shit that just happened there?" He heard that. He heard everything. Heard my pathetic little existence being mocked. Just when I thought I couldn't get more embarrassed before this man. "N—nothing. What are you doing here?" I try to divert his attention, and he seems to catch up on what I'm trying to do because he narrows his eyes at me. And I don't think I can be any more thankful when he chooses to let it go instead.
ASHLEY. "Ashley!" I jolt back in shock at the shout of my name, and Lucy shakes her head at me as our gaze meets—reminding me that there's someone present before me, and have probably been saying some things I've failed to listen to, judging by the expression that covers her face. "Sorry, what were you saying?" I clear my throat, shifting in my seat, my gaze moving to my untouched food. "I've been yelling your name for minutes now, and you're sitting right before me, Ash. What are you thinking about so much?" Sinclair. Pressing my lips into a thin line, I shake my head, "Nothing, sorry I spaced out. " A look of concern crosses over her feature at my words, and I let out a soft sign, knowing she'll start being worried over absolutely nothing again. "Whatever it is that's going on with you, please just talk to me. You know I hate it when you hide things away from me. " I'm not
ASHLEY. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my palm rubbing against each other as I try to shake off the anxiety that runs through my veins. Raising my hand to the wooden door, I find myself bringing it back down; sweats covering my forehead with the echoes of my heart pounding fast, and loud against my chest si sound in my ears. What the fuck is wrong with you, Ashley? It's just Sinclair! It's just fucking Sinclair, and it's not like he's going to murder you or anything! Get your ass together, and knock on that fucking door. Shutting my eyes, I take in a deep breath to calm down the racing of my heart before settling a smile on my face, and raising my hand to the door again; ready to click it against the wooden material, only for it to be opened from the inside. I flinch slightly as Sinclair's face appears through the door, and he lifts his brows at me with a smile etched on his gorgeous face. 
ASHLEY. Sinclair has this look on his face that makes me want to drop everything, and beg for him to do something to me. Anything! As long as it's coming from him; I'm willing to take it. But knowing those are only perverted thoughts of a teenager who's over the moon for having her childhood crush speak to her; I push those thoughts back, and dig my fingers into the flesh of my thighs to control myself. "Little Greene, " Sinclair's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I lift my brows with a hum. He chuckles with a shake of his head before saying, "I think I'm going to need you to answer that. Do you still want us to talk about it?" He questions, his voice going lower. You bet your fucking ass I want to! I don't tell him that though. "Yes, I'll like to speak about it. " I respond, and he nods; his gaze moving to where my hands rest against my la
ASHLEY. "Where the fuck have you been all day?" Vincent questions the moment I walk through the door, and I shut the frame behind me, dragging the straps of my bag. Vincent is sprawled on the couch, watching a basketball game it seems, and I shrug. "The library. " Trying not to fuck your best friend. My stomach churns in excitement at the memories of what went down at Sinclair's house I swear to God; it took everything in me to not pull that man towards me, and have him fuck my brains out. "Talk about being a nerd, " he mutters under his breath before turning back to the television, and I roll my eyes with the middle finger. "Where's mom?" I question, my eyes moving across the room in search of my mother. "You know. The usual. She's out. " Vincent says with a wave of his hand; not seeming to be paying much atten
ASHLEY."Hi, Darren, " I greet the guy that sits behind the wheel with a smile, and he only responds from his seat; not bothering to turn around to check who it is.I know he knows who I am, but my point is that... The guy is so damn shy!"Evening, Ashley, " he responds in a voice that I barely heard, but caught it anyway, and decide not to say any further thing."Why are you beside me?" I cock my brows at Lucy who's perched beside me, and she glares at me in a way that says, 'Keep your damn voice low. 'Shifting closer to her, and leaning my head towards her, I say, "I'm pretty sure you were at front when you guys came, so why are you here now? Are you shy?" I tease her, and she rolls her eyes before shifting her gaze away from me; her arms crossed against her chest.A laugh rips through my throat as I lean against the glass; a soft s
ASHLEY. I lift my head, and turn in my stand to come into view with a furious looking Vincent, with Sinclair standing beside him. Murmurs erupt in the air at the sight of the town's ever so popular man, with his infamous best friend beside him. "What the fuck are you doing to my little sister?" And talk about being so fucking overprotective. I had this. I didn't need him to do this, but knowing Vincent; I know better than to try, and stop him. This is why I move to the side instead; my gaze going over to Sinclair who's a few feet away from us with his hands in his pant pockets, and his eyes on a certain boy. Sinclair knows about Dave, and that look he's giving him right now tells me he regrets the moment he decided to listen to me about letting him go. "No one was doing anything. She came to my house, and create