Ashley thinks she's in control

"That's it?" Kurt snarled at Ashley's back. She walked to the open bedroom door.

And closed it.

She stepped out of her shorts.

"Here's what's going to happen, Kurt," Ashley said, thumbs hooked in her soaked panties. "I'm going to ride that dick."

Kurt stiffened seeing her wet, puffy lips.

"And as soon as I cum, I'm going to leave."

She climbed up and straddled him.

"Because this has nothing to do with you."

Hot fingers hugged his shaft.

"This could be anyone's dick."

Pink nipples escaped her t-shirt.

"So keep your hands to yourself."

Wet lips kissed his head.

"And be grateful it's yours."

Kurt met her glare.

And yawned.

"We're gonna fuck today, right?"

Ashley flipped him off, and then she got to work.

Oh God, definitely thicker than Brandon, she thought as she sank onto him. And it turns out you can feel the vein. Her whole body flushed pink, and her nipples pointed out like bullets from between her fingers. For a moment she squatted, adjusting to this new shape inside her. When she was ready, she leaned forward, putting her weight on her knees, and rocked back and forth.

She felt... full. Stretched. The way she had her first time with Brandon (I love Brandon. I love Brandon.). She must have gotten too used to him to notice it since then.

It's not better, Ashley told herself as she opened up, sinking deeper with each bounce. It's new is all.

"It's a real shame you're taken. You're just my type."

Urgh. She'd been trying not to think about the dick who owned this dick.

"Blonde?"

"Bitchy."

Kurt laughed when she rolled her eyes.

Ashley slipped away from him. She was at the lookout point, on her back on the wooden table. Dream Kurt's cock was fucking her again, but now it hung between Dream Brandon's legs. He was punishing her for doubting him, for wanting him to cheat so she'd have a reason to cheat on him.

When you start acting like a good girlfriend, then you can have my real cock back. It was true, she didn't deserve him, and she came with a squeal. Toying with her clit stretched each wave into years of pleasure as Dream Brandon found new ways to punish her, but after an eternity of torment she was too sensitive for more, and she made him stop while she recovered.

At some point Dream Brandon started tickling her breasts. It was almost painful, an electric jolt through her body, one that left her weak and shivering under his hands. She wasn't sure she enjoyed it at first, but when he stopped, she wanted to scream.

The sensation came back, and its intensity shocked Ashley from her fantasy. Kurt's hands were on her waist, teasing over her ribs with his fingernails. He looked up with mock concern.

"I know, rules are rules. But since you got off without getting off..."

"Whatever," she moaned. She brushed her blonde hair out of her face and started riding him again, slower, this time focused on his fingers. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"Some girl taught it to me a few years back. You like it?"

She'd never imagined this feeling could exist, that a man could make putty of her being so gentle. Why didn't the real Brandon (I love Brandon. I love Brandon.) touch her like this?

"It's new is all." She closed her eyes and tried to summon Dream Brandon.

"That's what happens. A dude suckered you, and now you only get what he gives you."

"Kurt, do you know anything about relationships?"

"I know your relationship's as fucked as you are."

Ashley thought about that.

Once he was absorbed playing with her tits, she took his hands and pinned them to the wall. She loomed over him, enjoying the flash of concern across his face. Then she fell forward, and their mouths met for a long, breathless kiss.

Ashley was new to biting, too, but she was eager to learn.

"You just can't enjoy a good thing for what it is, can you?" Ashley spat at the hands covering Kurt's face. She rolled her t-shirt down, denying him her chest. "Hands to yourself. For good this time."

"Fuck you," he snarled with tears in his eyes. His hips bucked, impaling her on his length. "I should be grateful you came crawling back to me? Begged me to fuck you behind your boyfriend's back?"

She whimpered with each upward stab. He filled the deepest parts of her, and she could feel her pussy clench, trying to keep him there. But whatever her body felt, her heart still hated this bastard.

"Begged you? I begged you for this?" She rolled her hips around his cock. She felt it swell, the vein throbbing, but he grabbed her hips tight, stopping her before she could finish him off. "You've been dying to fuck me ever since you met me."

You creep, she thought. He hadn't lifted a finger when they unpacked the cars yesterday, but something else of his had lifted, and it wasn't only her ass he'd been watching.

"And don't pretend this has anything to do with me, either. You'd be just as happy in bed with Vicky..." She kneaded her ass with both hands.

"Or Chloe..." She clutched her breasts through the t-shirt.

"I bet you'd even stick your dick in Heather," she whispered, as if telling him a secret, "if you could cum before she tore it off."

"And I bet you'd watch Brandon take my sloppy seconds from her."

Kurt knew she would respond the same way so many girls had before her. He dodged out of her way and trapped her fist when it crumpled the pillow. She couldn't escape.

"You know what I love about cheating sluts like you?"

The bed spun around her, and suddenly she was pinned beneath him.

"Cheating sluts just can't help themselves. They try so hard not to cum for me that when they do, it's always..."

He punctuated with a deep thrust. She couldn't stop herself from moaning in pleasure.

"Always..." Another thrust pushed her eyes into the back of her head.

"The best they've ever had." He used her fast and hard, and Ashley's head lolled with every word. The taunting alone sent tremors through her, not that this new round of hate fucking didn't hit the spot. She twisted under him, grunting and moaning with increasing urgency.

What is he doing?! The walls are too thin! But her body was about to betray her, another orgasm hot on panic's heels. She struggled to speak with his strength rippling through her.

"Slow. Down. Kurt. Slow. Down. Some. One's. Gonna. Hear. Us. You. Ass. Hole."

"I want them to hear us," Kurt laughed. His cock pistoned at dangerous speed. "I want all your friends to know Ashley Woodsen isn't just a slut..."

She bared her teeth at him. He tugged a fistful of blonde hair, exposing her neck to his kisses, her ear to his hiss.

"You're my slut."