Ashton

After Sam joined Luka in the living room, I stood dumbstruck facing her crumpled bedsheets. Holy shit. That was hot. She had unleashed a beast.

Her tortured sounds. Her needy and freaked out expression. The way she clung to me. Fuck. I pulled out my cock, picturing Sam on her knees. Mouth open, looking up at me with her doe-eyes and my cum dripping down her chin.

I yanked a handful of tissues from her nightstand before the sheets got ruined. Great. Her room now smelled of my cum. As my head cleared, I heard Luka and Sam in the living room, and guilt struck me like a brick.

I just jerked off in her room, and before that, I attacked her. Did she even consent? How could I be so careless after everything I'd learned? My chest compressed, making me sick to my stomach. How did everything escalate so fast?

One moment, I was mad she was filming herself, looking so sexy, next she was whimpering under me with my hand around her neck. She wanted it, but it didn't fucking matter. I knew that. I should've fucking known that.

I headed straight to the kitchen. Sam was curled on the couch, in a white hoodie with droopy ears, watching a TikTok video with Luka.

With a ten-year-old muscle memory, I breezed through the potato routine. Fried a can of bologna on the side for Luka and me. I also used Sam's purple water glasses in geometric shapes and gold edges since she hated my 'lame' ones.

I was such a dick. She had doubts about her body, already so insecure. I called her dirty and teased her, after everything she'd been through...

Fetching lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers from her side of the fridge, I made a quick salad. Luka's therapist used to say fresh produce helped to balance the nervous system. Not that he needed me to do this anymore; mom cooked for him, or he ate out most of the time. So... I don't know why I did it. Maybe to feel less like a dick.

Sam came back from the parking lot, smelling like a joint. The cold night breezed in as she walked through the door and stepped into the kitchen. I couldn't bring myself to look at her.

"Oooh, the sky is so pretty tonight." Her mushroom nightlight poked out of her hoodie pocket. She beamed at the purple glasses on the counter. "Aw, you used my stuff?"

"Yup." I turned the heat off.

"Do you need any help?"

"No. Everything's ready."

"Are you okay?" She tilted her head, the curiosity as sincere as ever. It made no sense.

"Are you?"

She blushed, looked away, and mumbled a yeah.

I wanted to get on my knees and beg her to just be honest. "Sam. Seriously. Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She met my eyes now confused. "Why are you asking?"

The words stuck in my throat like a lump. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you.

"Is this about your birthday tomorrow?" She narrowed her eyes with amusement. "Because I know, Mister. Luka already told me."

"That son of a⁠—"

"I'm telling mom!" he yelled from the living room.

Sam giggled and inched closer, lowering her voice. "I'm okay, though. I promise."

"You sure?" My pulse kicked up. I killed the urge to put my hands on her. "Hundred percent?"

"Honestly..." She bit her lip shyly. "When I first met you—when I first heard you talk..." Her cheeks burned. "I thought you had the perfect voice for praise and degradation. So, yeah."

"What?" I scoffed out a chuckle. "Do I?"

"Oh my God, you kidding?" She glared playfully. "You know how often your stupid voice turns me on? It's ridiculous."

"Really?"

"Please. That's like all I fantasize about."

"No way." I was smiling like an idiot. Who was this kinky bold girl?

"Besides, if you ever hurt me..."

She jerked her knee to my dick, pretended to slap me in the face, chopped her elbow into my throat, and poked my eyes with her thumbs. She added goofy sounds for each one the whole time.

"I'll kick your ass, punk!"

I deadpanned, but some of the weight shedded off my chest, making it a bit easier to breathe.

"And FYI, if you want me to leave tomorrow, it's not a problem," she added. "You know, if you need some alone time or space to yourself⁠—"

"You live here. I'm not going to kick you out."

"I know." She swayed side to side. "I'm just saying, I'd be okay if you needed it."

"I don't celebrate my birthday, so don't worry. But my parents are throwing a party on Friday. Would you like to come? You can bring Cara too. They really want to meet you."

"Me?" The color drained from her face. "Why? What have I done?"

"Well, you're friends with Luka." I smiled. "Plus, they know I like you."

"What? No, they don't. No, you didn't. You told them?"

"Yeah. I told everyone."

"Oh my God!" She laughed like she'd been punched in the gut. "You're insane."

"Thanks?" I chuckled.

"They're going to think we're together."

"We are..."

"For Instagram!"

"Plus we live together." I tried not to smirk, but she made it too fun to fluster her. "Not to mention, you just came all over my⁠—"

"Shut up!" She smacked my arm, storming out. "Ughhhh, you're so annoying!"

~

We ate dinner in the living room, watching a shitty ass musical. Sam and Luka cried five times and I rolled my eyes until it gave me a brain damage. But it was nice to watch them bond.

Luka and I had spent most most of our childhood alone. As his caretaker, I often doubted if I was doing enough. With mom and dad at work day and night, spending the Holidays and birthdays just the two of us wasn't unusual. Which is why he was here tonight, waiting for the clock to hit twelve so he'd wish me a happy birthday.

I knew a part of him felt guilty that I gave up a lot to care for him, no matter how often I told him it wasn't his fault. Which is why I also didn't believe Sam. Sure, she joked and smiled earlier in the kitchen, but I already knew she was the type to put my feelings first.

And as much as I admired her for that, I had a feeling she grew up with people who took advantage of her. Brainwashed her to believe that's what she was supposed to do, and that's why she often didn't value herself. So I tried to not bother her for the rest of the night.

She was lying down between Luka and me, her head on his stomach and feet on my lap. Blankets and snacks surrounded them. Ten minutes before midnight, I pretended to fall asleep. They dimmed the lights. Sam put a blanket over me, murmuring how my neck would kill me in the morning.

At some point, I actually knocked out and dreamt about her. She'd become a famous influencer and turned into a copy of Stacy. Stuck up. Shallow. Self-centered. She was complaining on and on about the smallest things while I stood there, regretting the time and effort I wasted on her.

In the middle of the dream, my cock stiffened, draining all the blood from my brain down. I squinted awake to some sitcom playing in the dark and Sam kneeling between my legs.

"What are you doing?" I whispered groggily.

"Um, I was thinking of sucking your cock," she whispered back with 'can I, please?' eyes.

Was I still dreaming? This seemed too real. "H-how long have you been touching me?"

"Not long." She hooked her fingers around the waistband of my pants. "Can I?"

My jaw slacked at her enthusiasm. She bit her lip and tried to sneak her hand inside my pants, but it was awkward with me sitting down.

"Sorry," she chuckled. "Do you mind taking it off?"

I shifted my hips and discarded my pants on the floor, leaning back again. I made no move. Just watched her in awe. No way in hell would she go through with this. It had to be a joke.

"Sorry to ask, but... you're clean, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good." She giggled, gliding her palm over my covered length. "Wow... Impressive."

I was so caught off guard my brain failed to respond.

"Let me know if I should do more or less of something, okay?" She kissed me over the briefs before pulling me out. Cupping my shaft, she tilted her head with puppy-dog eyes and kissed from the base to the tip, tasting my precum.

My mouth opened into an 'O' and my cock twitched. She was so fucking eager.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Mmm..." She closed her lips around the head.

"Yeah?" I hissed. "You want this cock, baby?"

"Yes, please." Her voice softened like she needed it, snapping my last thread of resistance.

"Oh, you're so fucking hot..." I gathered her hair on top of her forehead. "Let me see that face."

She whimpered and looked at me, letting me know how hard it was to fit me in her mouth.

"I know, baby, I know." I guided her head down and she moaned. Fuck, the more I praised her, the harder she tried to please. "That's it. Who's a good girl? Huh? Are you daddy's good girl?"

She drooled on my cock and used it as lubricant, twisting her fist up and down my shaft. Her spit dripped all over balls as she massaged them.

"Fuck." I scowled at her in shock, my mouth opening and closing. She just stared back with cock-hungry eyes and licked my balls, sucking one of them into her mouth. "Oh. Fuck, baby."

She had the softest, wettest mouth. I leaned my head against the couch, lost in the sensation, when suddenly, she swallowed my cock and slammed it on the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" I grabbed each side of her head and fucked her face. She stayed still, no gag reflex. "Is this what you want?" She whimpered and whined. "You're such a little slut for this cock. Choke on it, baby. Let me hear you choke."

I thrusted deep, cutting all her access to air until she tapped my thigh and thrashed to break free. A slimy spit stretched from her lip to my cock, and she stared at it with a dazed expression before it broke and snapped on her chin.

I smirked at her ruined mascara. "Are you done?" She looked down and shook her head. Yeah, she was done. I wasn't going to push it. "Come here."

Fisting the back of her head, I stood up and shoved her face on my balls. She stumbled, holding on, and obediently licked while I jerked off, whipping my hand so fast it blurred.

"Look at me." I stroked her cheek. She made the sweetest begging sound, spasming my muscles. I nudged her away to come, but she squeezed my balls and stuck her tongue out.

I burst my cum all over her greedy mouth.

"Fuck." I blanked out in dizziness, lowering my forehead on her head. My earns rang through the high. "Oh my God." I choked out a laugh, trying to slow down my breaths. "That was amazing."

She dry-heaved like a cat on a hairball.

"What'd you eat..."

"Thanks, you jerk!" I laughed ever harder.

She giggled. "Happy birthdaaay."

~A/N~
In case you didn't know, dom drop is a natural thing, just like sub drop ^_^  I never see it in stories and thought it deserved some representation ❤️