By the time Ashton wanders into the kitchen after his shower, I’ve set my plan into action. I’ve put on some music, a club playlist on Spotify, and am swaying my hips along to the beat. I’ve changed into a low cut white tank and cutoff jean shorts. I wear both when I’m painting, so they’re covered in paint, well worn, and form fitting. I’m washing dishes and have made sure to splash water all over the front of my tank, making it see-through. You wanna play, Ashton? Game fucking on.
I hear him walk into the kitchen and stop. There is a definite inhale of air as he takes in my appearance. I put an extra sensual sway into my hips, singing along with the music. I act as if I don’t know that he’s there.
Putting the dishes away, I run my hands over my body, acting as if I’m wiping water on my clothes, making sure to run them over my stomach and down to my hips. As I finish putting away the clean dishes, I continue dancing. My hands move to my hair, pulling the tie out of it and allowing it to fall around my shoulders. I continue moving, getting lost in the song, running my hands through my hair, over my body, and into the air.
Suddenly, I feel his heat against my back. I stop moving for a second, looking over my shoulder with a sly grin crossing my face. He’s staring down at me, various emotions fleeting across his features.
“What are you doing, Sam?” he asks, voice low and husky in my ears.
I push back into him, our bodies connecting. My back to his front, my ass rubbing against his crotch. I continue dancing, swaying against him. “Just having some fun,” I whisper.
He doesn’t move for a second, his body rigid against mine. I’m afraid that I’ve misjudged him, pushed him too far. But then his fingertips run lightly down my arm from my shoulder to the tips of my fingers. He takes my hand in his and spins me around, so that I’m facing him. His eyes run down my body, lingering on my breasts, the material completely see-through from the water.
“Dance with me.” His voice is the same husky and low tone as before, his eyes burning with something that I never thought that I’d see in them: lust.
I nod and move into his body. My arms go around his neck, his to my hips. Our hips move as one, seemingly fused together. One of my legs is between his and he pulls me even closer to him. He bends his head so that our foreheads are together and we lock stares as we dance. I roll my hips and he groans lightly, biting his bottom lip. The sight makes my mouth dry and I unconsciously lick my lips. Ashton’s fingers tighten on my hips and his face moves into mine. One of his hands cups the back of my head and his lips trail lightly along my jaw and up to my ear.
“What are you doing, Sam?” he whispers into my ear.
I swallow hard and open my mouth to respond when the music stops and my alarm goes off.
I slowly pull away from him, looking into his eyes. “Food’s ready.”
I make to turn around and his hands tighten on my hips. I look at him questioningly, arching my brow. “What?”
His eyes seem to blaze for a second, his facial features grow sharper as he clenches his jaw. But then he lets out a deep breath and steps back from me. “Yeah. Yeah. I’ll, uh…I’ll get the wine.” He slowly backs away from me and moves to the counter.
I turn around to grab my oven mitts, smiling. Point for me.
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I set the lasagna on the table and sit down across from Ashton. He doesn’t look at me as he pours the wine and I try my best to hide my smile.
I serve the lasagna and we begin eating in silence. I refuse to be the one to break. It’s his move now.
“So, was that payback?” Ashton asks, finally looking at me, his face solemn. “For the shower thing?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, grinning.
He stares at me for a second, before guffawing. He laughs for several moments while I just smile at him and eat my food.
When he settles, he takes a bite before saying, “Alright. I deserved that. But just so you know, payback is a bitch.”
“Bring it, James. You’ve barely begun to see the things I can do.” I dip my finger into some of the sauce on my plate and bring it to my mouth, sucking it clean.
His eyes darken, his teeth running over his bottom lip. “Looks like this is going to be a fun week.”
Conversation during dinner turns to my year at school and the different advertising companies that Ashton is interviewing with. “So are you planning on staying here in New York?” I ask, taking a drink of wine. “If that’s what the job requires, but most of these places have a short internship period here in New York before it’s possible to transfer to other branches. All of the four companies I’m interviewing at have a branch in Ohio so that I could go back home.” His eyes flick to me. “If New York doesn’t work for me.” Genuinely curious, I ask, “What do you mean?” He looks at me for a beat before vaguely saying, “Oh, you know. If I don’t adjust to city life.” I give a short bark of laughter. “Oh, come on Ashton. What’s there not to love about the city? You can basically walk everywhere. The variety of food, and experiences, and people in one square block is more than our entire home town could even hope for. Concerts, galleries, clubs, fashion, restaurants. New York’s g
I pull sweatpants and hoodie on over the clothes that I’m wearing and grab my purse. Without saying anything, Ash and I get our shoes and coats on before heading downstairs and to the bodega down on the corner. When we get there, I’m utterly shocked by how it looks. “Jorge! Were you robbed?” I asked the cashier, one I’ve gotten friendly with since I moved here. “Chile, don’t you know what’s going on? It’s like fucking armageddon shit out here. No fucking toilet paper. No milk. People lost they damn minds!” Jorge is wearing a bandana around his face. His voice is muffled and he looks petrified. “Look, sweets, I’m getting ready to close. There’s barely anything here anyway. Get what you need and then get the fuck home.” I look at Ashton, both of us shocked. We hurriedly run down the aisles, grabbing detergent, food, paper towels. Anything and everything that we can get our hands on. Jorge rings us up and hurries us out, locking the door behind us. We hurry back to th
I quickly close the door in my room. I lean my head against it, breathing heavily. I feel the tears gather in my eyes and I force myself to steady my breathing to calm down. I will NOT cry. Ashton never promised me anything. In fact, up until tonight, he treated me like the annoying little sister that my brother did. We were comfortable around each other. More family than friends. Shit, what had I thought would happen? Yeah, he had touched me and we maybe would have gone a lot further if my brother hadn’t interrupted, but maybe it was better that he had. If Ashton only saw this as comforting me, if this was only going to be a one time thing, I didn’t want it. Yes, he’s hot. Yes, I’ve fantasized about being with him more times than I could count. Yes, I wanted to feel his skin against mine. But…but that isn’t all that I want. I want Ashton James to be mine. And he had just confirmed that he would never be. A traitorous tear courses down my cheek and I angrily s
The second that our lips touch, Ashton comes alive in my arms. One hand grips my ass, the other cupping the back of my head. He kisses me ravenously, like he needs me to breathe. Ashton sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it lightly. I moan loudly, losing myself in the touch and feel of him. He uses my open mouth as an invitation and his tongue slips into my mouth. The kiss is needy. His touch is possessive. It’s like he’s claiming me. Truly making me his. It’s heavenly. Even better than I had ever dreamed it would be. But I can’t let him have all the fun. My hands trail down his chest and abs until I get to the hem of his shirt. I quickly dive my hands underneath and run my hands up his toned stomach. I scratch at his skin lightly and he groans into my mouth. Slowly, I move my hands up to his chest, finding his nipples quickly. I run my thumbs over them, making them hard, before pinching and rolling them between my fingers. This causes Ashton’s breath to
Ashton collapses on top of me, gathering me in his arms and kissing me deeply. Our bodies were still connected and our sweat mingled where our skin meets. My mind is whirling. Did he…did he really say that he loves me? Did he mean it? When he draws away, his eyes are so full of happiness. Ashton pecks my lips once more before pulling out of me. He gets off of the bed, disposing of the condom. I head to the bathroom and come back to the room in a daze. Ashton is laying on the bed again. When he sees me, a shy smile crosses his face. He pats the bed beside him. “Come here.” I bite my bottom lip, worrying it in my anxiety. I lay beside him, stiff and caught up in my own head. “What’s wrong?” Ashton asks, his brows furrowing. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” I leap up so that I’m facing him, my hands going to his face and chest. “No! No! I’ve wanted this since…fuck, since I was 13. I just…” My eyes lower, unsure how to broach the subject. He takes my chi
I wake up to warm arms surrounding me, the tickle of stubble on my shoulder, and the scent of Ash enveloping me. I stretch and smile, a small moan coming from my mouth. “Mmmm, baby. If you move like that I’m not gonna be responsible for what I do.” Ash rubs his morning wood against me, his hands beginning to wander my body. Now I’m moaning for an entirely different reason. “Ash…” my voice is a husky whisper, filled with desire. “What is it, baby?” he asks against my skin, his lips against the spot where the base of my neck meets the top of my spine. One of his hands palms my titty, squeezing it, while the other hooks my leg behind me around his waist, opening me up wide. His hand skims my leg as he moves back to the apex of my thighs, his fingers rubbing my clit until wet sounds come from his ministrations. It doesn’t take long. His fingers press into my entrance and my eyes roll back in my head. “Sam…” he breathes out, his voice filled with need for my body and abso
“What the fuck have you been doing? Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?” Matt is screaming into the phone and I have to hold it away from my ear before I can respond to him. “Jesus, Matt. Calm your ass down! I was up all night painting. I zonked out around 6 this morning. I’m just getting up.” I snap back at him. My mood had been great after my early morning and then wake up sex with Ash, but I had still just woken up and I hadn’t had my coffee yet. It was too early for Matt’s overprotective bullshit and I needed him to calm his little ass down before the stick that was up there broke in half and caused permanent damage. “What about Ashton? Why wasn’t he answering his phone?” Matt sounds a little mollified by my response, but he’s still got a bee in his bonnet and I need him to take it down a few more notches. “I forgot my charger, man. I slept until about 10 and didn’t realize it until I went looking for my charger through every one of my bags. I wante
We elect to watch “The Platform” on N*****x while we ate breakfast, but things took a bit of a turn. Apparently, watching me lick my lips to clean off the syrup was “too sexy.” He pulled my pancakes and fork from my hands and then pushed me down on the couch, pulling off the booty shorts and sweatshirt I had thrown on. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be able to kiss you whenever I wanted to,” Ashton whispers against the skin of my neck after pulling off my sweatshirt, my upper body completely barred to him. “To touch you when and how I wanted,” he says as his hands both move up to cup my breasts, squeezing them before tweaking my nipples. I moan, pushing my chest further into his body. He chuckles at the moan that comes out of my mouth, a low, possessive sound. He loves that he’s doing this to me. He loves that he can make me respond this way. “You are so sexy, baby,” he whispers in my ear before moving down my body to take my nipple in his mouth. “Ashton…” I sigh