A Taste of Sin

Ashton Evander

It felt like forever waiting for an answer. I hated the torrent of feelings I had right now. I was angry, sad, and aroused at the same time, but she didn't seem to care. How ironic was it that the very person Gabby had fallen in love with was also the person I hated most in this world?

I looked at her soft, pink lips. She smelled like cotton candy. “Why are you asking me this, Ashton?”

“Because I need to know,” I said. “I need to know whether you're in love with Mason Vane.”

“And what if I were?” She instantly grew livid. Her cheeks turned pink, just as they did whenever she was upset. “I overheard you last night with Briar. You were having sex with my best friend.”

I pulled my hand away from her instantly. I couldn't believe she'd overheard what had happened last night.

“How did you get in? Were you invited to the party?” I stammered. “I didn't see you.”

Hunter never let her attend parties, so I hadn't invited her either. Besides, I'd never seen her as someone who would enjoy such places.

But she'd heard me and Briar.

“It's not about that, Ashton,” she said, sounding frustrated. “You betrayed me and I don't think I'll ever forgive you for that.”

She walked away, leaving me standing in the empty corridor, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

I'd lost one of the biggest games of my career, and now I'd lost Gabby too. I ran my hands through my hair, pacing back and forth.

“Fuck!” I punched the wall with a clenched fist, ignoring the bruise already forming on my knuckles. “What have I done?”

My mind flashed back to last night.

I could almost remember how I felt. Tipsy, on edge, even though I wasn't supposed to be drinking, I couldn't help it.

My teammates had advised me to have ‘just one shot.’ But one shot had turned into two, and two had become five, then six, then seven. Before I knew it, I was stumbling over my words and slurring like a toddler learning to speak.

And that was when I saw her—a brunette with long, shapely legs and a little black dress that clung to every curve.

She smiled at me, her glossy lips painted a deep, sinful red that caught the dim light of the flickering party bulbs like fresh blood.

I could almost hear her breathing—quick, shallow, and already edged with anticipation—as she locked eyes with me across the crowded living room.

I walked up to her, stumbling more than once, but determination kept me moving. The unmistakable look in her eyes was enough to propel me forward: desperation, raw hunger, and the silent promise, ‘I know exactly who you are, and I'm here to take what I can get.’

There were no introductions, anniversaries, red roses in parking lots, or midnight dates.

Just sex.

“Hi, I'm Ashton,” I slurred. “What's your name?”

Looking back now, I definitely wouldn't have recognized her as Gabby's friend. Granted, I wasn't even thinking at that moment.

“Briar,” she replied, the name tasting like sin. She wasted no time.

Before long, the bedroom door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality, sealing out the relentless thump of bass from the main floor.

She dropped to her knees, ripping my belt open, yanking the zipper down, and tugging the jeans down my thighs.

There was no teasing or preamble. Just pure lust.

I leaned back, letting her take charge, clutching a handful of the luscious, black waves for a firm grip.

I let myself lean back. I let her stay in charge. 

“Hmm,” she moaned softly. It sounded practiced, as though she'd planned everything that would happen that night, as though she'd carefully curated the experience.

But I let her stroke me once, then twice, testing my length as her eyes flicked up, greedy and wanting.

Then I felt her teasing tongue and soft, warm lips around the head, sending jolts of electricity up my spine.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and a low hum of approval reverberated in my chest. I watched her through half-lidded eyes, drunk and dazed.

Sweat beaded along her hairline as she took me deeper, her movements growing more intense until tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and her mascara began to smudge.

I let out another low groan as I thrust, my hands gripping her hair even more firmly than I was sure they hurt.

I could feel the tension building inside me as she moved faster.

Abruptly, I hauled her to her feet and turned her around, bending her over the king-sized bed as her dress slid up to reveal her bare backside.

She looked flustered for a moment, her face flushed.

“As I gripped her backside, she moaned loudly and needily. I fished a condom from the countertop and rolled it on with one hand while my other hand explored her.

In one brutal thrust, I entered her, setting a deep, fast, and relentless rhythm.

The bed creaked with each thrust, and her loud moans bounced off the walls, drowning out every other sound.

Her fingers clenched around handfuls of my sheets.

“Harder,” she gasped.

I obeyed.

The bed creaked with each thrust, and her loud moans bounced off the walls, drowning out every other sound.

With one hand around her throat and the other circling her clit, I continued relentlessly until a cry tore from her throat as she climaxed.

I buried my face in her hair to muffle my own grunt, my hips jerking erratically as I reached climax and emptied myself into the condom.

For a second after it was over, I stayed pressed against her body. The room smelled of sex, her overpowering perfume, and weed drifting in from outside.

But when she reached for a kiss, I stepped back, fixing my jeans and belt.

“That was wonderful, Ashton,” she said breathlessly, her skin glowing with post-orgasm radiance.

“Great,” I muttered dryly. “The door's that way.”

I watched her expression darken as a flicker of disappointment crossed her features. “Sorry?”

I blinked.

What did she think this was? Why was she looking at me with starry eyes, as though we'd just shared something profound?

“We had fun,” I said flatly, spelling it out. “Now, keep it moving.”

She smoothed her dress in the mirror, fixed her hair, and walked out. I climbed onto the bed and soon fell asleep.

The flashback ended, and I found myself still standing in the school corridor, wondering what to do next.

I can't believe I just kissed Gabby. Watching her with Mason made me realize something.

I couldn't stand the thought of another man having her.