Dirty Talks

James was snoring quietly, completely stretched out on the bed. There was no way that I was going to fall asleep, so I slipped on my panties and the shirt that James removed just a couple hours earlier. That’s what we were good at, sex.

It was almost three in the morning, so I expected everyone to be asleep when I walked downstairs. Ashton was sitting on the couch, in a pair of sweatpants and his hair tossed everywhere. Even though I didn’t have any shorts on I still felt covered, because the shirt was big on me.

I made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, but when I opened up the cupboard I saw that the cups were on the top shelf. Standing on my tip toes, I tried to reach the cups, but it was no use.

"Here, let me help." I heard Ashton say from behind. His body rubbed against mine as he pulled a cup down. I felt chills run up my spine as his fingers grazed my thigh, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

"Thank you." I said as I turned around to face him. Ashton didn’t step back though, he was still less than a couple of centimeters away from me.

Ashton looked down at me, almost as if he was studying me. I bit my lip, feeling a little turned on by him. Before I could realize what was happening Ashton’s lips met mine, it was like a spark of electricity through my body. I looped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

Ashton’s hands found themselves holding onto my hips, he gripped them tight which drove me crazy. His hands moved to my ass, he gave me a tight squeeze before lifting me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grinded against him, causing him to moan against my lips.

Ashton used his left hand to rub roughly against my clit. He pushed the fabric aside, then pushed two fingers inside me. I moan uncontrollably as I pulled at his curls. His touch was like no other, I just couldn’t get enough.

"Ashton. Fuck." I moaned breathlessly.

"What was that?" He asked playfully.

"Fuck me." I whined, that was the only that I was thinking about.

Ashton gripped the side of my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. He then took off his boxers and sweats, letting himself spring free. Ashton teased me by running the tip of his dick up and down my slit.

"Fuck. You’re so wet, Y/N." Ashton groaned, then placed himself at my entrance.

"Please." I begged.

Ashton pushed himself into me, my nails dug into his biceps and my back arched in response. I wasn’t used to how big he was as his hips moved back only to thrust into me once more.

Ashton found a rhythm that was both agonizing and pleasurable at the same time. He left light red marks along my neck as he started to rub my clit again. I couldn’t stop the moans even if I wanted to.

With a deep thrust, I unexpectedly let myself go around him. A low groan came from Ashton, then he released himself. He rode out my high until the very end. When he pulled out, I winced because I was sore.

"I never hear you make those sounds with James." Ashton smirked as he pulled up his boxers.
"What can I say, it’s never felt like that." I said as I hopped off the counter.

My legs weren’t ready, so when I landed the floor my legs gave out. Ashton quickly caught me, holding me up until I was stable.

A smile played on Ashton’s face, he moved hair from my face and kissed me lightly. “You don’t seem tired.” He stated.

"That’s because I’m not." I told him.

"Well, do you want to hang out for a little?" Ashton asked as he stepped away from me and moved back to the living room.

"Sure." I smiled, then took a seat next to him on the couch. It was wrong and I knew it, but James didn’t cross my mind for the rest of the night.

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