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I push past him, not giving him the pleasure of having the last word. My keys clang in my pocket as I make my way to my car in the side parking lot reserved for hospital staff. There are empty spots peppered throughout the lot - the lull before the next shift arrives to fill our places. The tail lights on my mini cooper flash as I approach before climbing in and locking the doors instantly. There have been too many horror stories of doctors and other nurses getting jumped out here. I hate driving to work but walking in the rain is never fun.
The engine quietly sparks to life and I shoot a message off to Ashton.
I'm coming ;)
And I know damn well that won't be the last time I say it to him tonight.
My key clicks open the lock to our apartment and I slowly push open the door, kicking off my shoes before returning the door to closed and locked.
What is that sound?
Soft notes float down the hallway from Ashton's room to where I'm standing in the kitchen. The beat is faint, dragging me down the hallway with my curiosity in its grip. It only takes a few steps before I am outside of his door and the music is louder now. The baseline hits in a sensual melody that has my mouth watering and when I push open his door with my toe, my lips fall open.
Ashton is sprawled on his bed in what I am assuming is his sexy pose but he looks like an old-school porn star - his leg propped up on the bed, his thighs open and his cock perched in between them, thick and hard already. He has his body propped up on his elbow and his eyes look heavy and hungry as they meet my gaze roaming up his body.
"Took you long enough to get here," he slurs his words, the alcohol I'm guessing he had earlier with his friends controlling his tongue. Even with his words blending together, the deep rumble of his tone sends goosebumps all over my skin.
"Well I'm here now ... what did you have in mind?" I lean against the doorframe, the same spot he had me pinned against not too long ago. He pushes himself off the bed, standing naked in front of me and I realize this is the first time I have seen all of him naked like this. There was the time he was getting out of the shower, but soaking wet Ashton has nothing on rock hard naked Ashton. My tongue darts out, licking my lips as if preparing for what is to come. I am dying to taste him.
"Sit." He demands gesturing to his bed.Wait, did he get a bed frame?I didn't even notice that his mattress is hovering above the floor, four posts surrounding it in dark metal. His blankets are a deep navy, close to the color of the ocean at night, a shade before pitch black.
I move around him, making sure to brush against his warm skin on my way. We are total opposites - his body on full display and mine completely covered. My ass hits the bed with a bounce and his eyes turn to me, burning hotter than the sun.
He holds up a remote that I didn't know he was holding, turning the song up louder. I want to object, to tell him that the neighbors are going to complain, but before I can, his lips are on mine. There is no mistaking the alcohol on his tongue or the fervor in his pace. His kiss is sloppy and it's turning me on. The way his tongue moves without plan, diving into my mouth and wetting my lips even more. I can't stop the moan that bounces from my throat to his lips.
Ashton pushes his hips into me, his dick resting against my chest as he remains standing in front of me. I feel his hand come up to cup my chin, holding my face in place against his, our lips not leaving each other. His grip tightens against my neck, forcing a shallow gasp. I'm not sure if it's from surprise or arousal.
Definitely both.
He pulls back from me, the separation of our lips making an audible sound. His cheeks are crimson, the flush running through his face and onto his toned chest. And then he starts rolling his hips, just barely off the beat of the song that is playing on repeat. His hardness grinds against me - first my thigh, then closer to my pussy, then sort of on my belly button. I raise one of my hands to touch him, the other one holding me from being plowed over by his thrusts. I gasp when he smacks my hand away.
"It's against the rules to touch the dancers. Look with your eyes only." When he says it, he leans in to whisper against my ear as if I'm not the only one in the room for this private show. My hand plants back onto the mattress on the side of me, my fingertips grasping into the soft fabric of his bedding.
"Ash," I plead with him, his dick getting unbearably close to me. I want him. I have wanted him for over a week and now that he is here and naked in front of me, I'm not allowed to have him? This is bullshit. He plants his hands around my neck, holding my face against his abdomen so that I can smell the sweat on his skin. He didn't work today yet somehow he smells like sunshine and concrete. I pull against his hold, trying to free myself so that I can have some autonomy about where I touch - craving his manhood inside of me. His grip tightens so I stick my tongue out. It just barely reaches his toned muscle and I can feel the softness of his chiseled plane along my tastebuds. Ashton lets out a groan that throws his rhythm even more off cadence with the song playing.
I dare to move my hands again, planting them on his bare ass and holding his body against me. My tongue traces the outline of every muscle, every indent and crease on his perfect body. I slide my ass off the edge of the bed, bringing myself face to face with his steel cock. I lick along the tip, tasting the salty cum leaking from the slit. The bed behind my head bounces as Ashton thumps his hands down onto it, holding himself in a standing position, keeping him lined up with my mouth.
And then I swallow him in, taking him to the back of my throat as far as I can go. My lips almost reach the base of him, his hard length filling my mouth completely. I moan around him, feeling the vibrations from my throat rattle up his shaft, forcing a moan out of him to match mine. He thrusts his hips forward - testing me, checking to make sure I have taken it all. I know my limits, how much I can take before my breathing becomes an issue, and even with Ashton's impressive length, I am sure to push that limit.
"Holy fuck," he says from above me as I swirl my tongue along the sensitive spot below his tip, bringing one of my hands to tickle along the base of his balls. I almost forgot that this is the first time I have had him like this with how perfectly he fits in my mouth. I can't move my neck with how my head is laying against the foot of the bed, so I move my hands to his ass, pushing him toward me and finding a rhythm that allows me to explore him and catch my breath when I need to. The sensual beat keeps playing in the room and I try to match our movements with the beat, every time it lines up perfectly giving me a sense of pride.
I feel like I am performing the breaststroke, breathing at the perfect moments to ensure I don't drown in Ashton. Not that it would be the worst way to go, but I can imagine the mental scarring it might do to him.
Thrust.
Swirl.
Breathe.
Suck.
After the song has completed for probably the hundredth time, Ashton pulls himself from my mouth, a small line of spit trailing from my lip onto my chin. His penis stands at full attention in front of me, glistening from my saliva, hard and smooth at the same time. He looks down at me as I run my thumb along my bottom lip, gathering the last bit of drool before putting it into my mouth to suck it off. His eyes are devouring me, soaking in the heat in my cheeks and my swollen lips from being around him.
"Why are you still dressed?" His tone is deep and strong, practically undressing me with his words.
"I thought you were the one putting on a show." I snark back, raising my eyebrows to challenge him.
He hand darts down, his fingers digging into either side of my cheeks and causing my lips to smoosh together into a fish face.
