I instantly dropped my gaze, letting my face fall into a mask of wounded, quiet sadness.
"I’ve been rejected before I even had a chance..."
The air around us shifted; the ladies’ playful energy turned into a protective, sympathetic hum, and they looked at me as if they wanted to pull me into a hug and tell me everything was fine.
"Oh, don’t look so pitiful," Emma said, shaking her head with an amused smile.
Sophia chuckled.
"Now I almost feel bad for him."
Even Ashley’s face softened, the harshness fading into a look of genuine guilt.
Beside her, Lily nudged her younger sister giving her a sharp, disapproving glare for being so blunt.
"You didn’t have to say it so harshly."
Ashley rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.
"...Sorry."
I looked back up, catching Ashley’s eye with a lingering, melancholic smile.
"Well," I sighed softly, "I guess that’s just the risk of being a looker, right? It’s just a shame such a gorgeous woman is already taken."
Then I turned toward Ashley with a playful smile, my voice dropping an octave, becoming more intimate.
"In that case..."
"Would you mind if I flirted with you instead, Ash?"
The nickname hung in the air, landing perfectly.
She was roughly the same age as my older sister, and the teasing seemed to hit her right where she was most vulnerable.
"W-What?"
Ashley froze, her mouth slightly agape, and a vibrant, tell-tale blush crawled up her neck and onto her cheeks.
"Y-you... you shameless guy!" Ashley stammered, her finger pointing at me, though her hand trembled.
She looked flustered and caught off guard, and the sound of the other women laughing only made her turn an even brighter shade of red.
The adorable stammer only made the rest of the group burst into fresh, delighted giggles.
Even Lily had a wide, mischievous grin on her face now, clearly enjoying her sister’s embarassment.
"Looks like someone got teased for once."
Ashley puffed out her cheeks, her face still bright red.
"H-He started it!"
That only earned another round of laughter from the group, leaving Ashley even more flustered as she glared at everyone with an expression that was more cute than intimidating.
Before she could process her own stuttered protest, I reached out and snagged her wrist.
With a firm, steady pull, I brought her off-balance, and she tumbled directly onto my lap.
I didn’t stop there; I quickly pivoted her body so her back was pressed against my chest.
She was now cradled in my lap, pinned securely, while her flushed face was turned toward the group of women.
They stood there frozen, their jaws slightly slack, eyes wide as they witnessed the sudden shift from casual flirting to blatant, physical possession.
I felt Ashley’s body go rigid for a heartbeat before she let out a shaky, uneven breath.
She was caught between the shock of being manhandled in front of her sister and friends, and the undeniable jolt of electricity that shot through her as I held her captive.
Her heart was hammering against her ribs, and I could practically feel her internal struggle—the urge to push away warring with the overwhelming, submissive thrill of being taken charge of so publicly.
"There," I murmured, my voice a low, teasing vibration against the shell of her ear. "Much better. Now, why don’t we see what else you have to say, Ash?"
I rested my chin on her shoulder, effectively trapping her. The group of women remained silent, the playful atmosphere replaced by a thick, heavy tension.
They weren’t looking away; if anything, they were leaning in, their eyes darting between my smug expression and Ashley’s frantic, beautiful face.
I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist, my hands dipping right under the hem of her T-shirt. I didn’t hold back, sliding my palms up against the hot, bare skin of her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my touch.
She was trapped in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her ass resting squarely on my lap.
I could feel every inch of her through her skirt, my cock shoved right into the deep cleft of her ass crack, pulsing and throbbing with every breath she took.
The other four women didn’t make a single move to stop me.
They didn’t step in, and they didn’t look away. Instead, they stood there, their eyes dilated and fixed on us, watching with hungry, heated gazes that practically screamed for them to join in.
They were feeding off the scene, drinking in the way I was manhandling her right there in public.
Ashley was a mess. Her head was lolling back against my shoulder, her mouth slightly parted, and her eyes were glazed over with a thick, heavy layer of lust.
She was fighting a losing battle; I could feel her hips twitching, her muscles spasming as she desperately tried to stop herself from grinding her cunt back against my hard cock.
The friction between us was driving her insane.
"Feeling good, Ash?" I whispered, my voice rough and low, loud enough for the others to hear.
She didn’t answer with words—she couldn’t.
She just let out a choked, wet moan, her back arching as she finally surrendered to the urge, pressing her ass harder into my crotch.
Her grip on my arms tightened, her nails digging into my skin as she began to grind, her pussy clearly soaking through her underwear at the contact.
She was putting on a show for her sister and her friends, and she didn’t care who saw her being turned into a slut in front of the whole world.
Lily stood just a few feet away, her eyes darting between my hand under her sister’s shirt and the way Ashley was losing her mind.
She didn’t look angry; she looked desperate, her chest heaving as she watched her own sister get worked up, her hand drifting toward her own crotch as she caught the scent of Ashley’s arousal filling the air between us.
The entire group was hooked, just waiting to see how far I’d take it.
I ignored her little whimpers and kept the conversation flowing, turning my attention to the other four women.
They were practically vibrating, their faces flushed deep pink, eyes darting from my hands still hidden under Ashley’s shirt to the way she was writhing in my lap.
They were fidgeting, their legs shifting, their own wetness clearly starting to betray them as they watched the display.
The bench only had one person place, but the patch of grass directly around me remained the center of their universe.
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