Unexpected Attraction

#3 - "You'll have to work harder for it"

A.N: *WARNING* MATURE CONTENT!

Moving the story along quite quick here but.. oh well! I really did not want to write a lot of smut so I kept it short and simple... I think.

*Ashley POV*

He's kissing me. He's really kissing me. I've had the idea on my mind all day and now it's happening. I have no idea what to do. I can either just calm down and let it happen, or press closer and make this last as long as I can.

Well, I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by. I reached my right hand up to Andy's face, leaving my left hand to hold my body up on the arm of the couch. I pulled his face closer to mine, earning a surprised groan from him. His tongue was the first to venture out this time. I felt it glide along my teeth, begging to be let in. I breathed out heavily as I opened my mouth further. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth felt better than I remembered from last night.

Andy, still kneeling on the couch just slightly below me, wrapped his right arm around my waist and pulled me down onto the couch to lie next to him. A bit out of habit, and me wanting to, I pressed my pelvis into his, moaning a little bit into our kiss. That one granted me a low growl from deep within his chest. It made me want to work for more, hearing him make those noises made me feel even better. I slid my left hand from the cushion beneath him down to his hip. I felt his skin tremble along with his breath. I pulled away from his face and turned my head to kiss down his neck. I trailed my lips up and down his feather tattoo, making him shake and breath harder. I could feel his excitement against me, mine was just as bad, if not worse.

It was strange, feeling another man against me, but Andy was so perfect. He wasn't just perfect, he was perfect for me.

Andy seemed to want to keep things going as well. He trailed a hand down my bare torso, managing to rest perfectly on my "Outlaw" tattoo. He was teasing me and he knew it, but what he didn't know was that I could tease too. My face still in the crook of his neck, planting soft kisses, I began to let my tongue glide along his skin, even including small nibbles, causing him to squirm, and even moan. Andy began to press his hips into mine, almost gyrating, in time with my kisses. I began to kiss faster to get him to move faster, and he kept in perfect time with me. The increase in speed was taking me to the brink. Wanting him this way was so new, but it felt better than anything I'd ever done with one of my random girls from the bar. I wanted him more than I had expected, the feeling in my gut clawing it's way to the surface. I moved my left hand from Andy's hip to the bulge in his Batman pajama pants that he was still wearing. What surprised me more than how hard he was, was the fact that feeling it made me even harder. I couldn't help but to give it a little squeeze, biting into Andy's neck. What came out of his mouth was the biggest surprise yet.

"Oh, Ashley, fuck...." He said my name! He wasn't picturing somebody else, he saw me with him.

*Andy POV*

Holy fucking shit. It's so hard to be quiet in this bus. Ashley kept biting my neck and I was going crazy. I could feel him against me and I couldn't help but want him. I felt his hand leave my hip and trail to the center of my pelvis, gently grabbing on. I swear, if I didn't know that my brain was functioning, I'd think there was no blood in my head at all.

"Oh, Ashley, fuck...." Did that just come out of my mouth? Ash must have liked it, because he tensed his hand around me and groaned into my neck. I wanted to reach out and touch him too, but just as I was about to move my hand onto him, Ashley's hand reached up and slid inside the elastic waistband of my pajama pants. His hand was cold. He let his fingertips graze the base of my arousal, causing me to somehow get even harder. I had almost forgotten why my hand was at the button of his jeans. I pulled my other hand out of his hair and fumbled about opening his jeans. Peeking down, I could see his erection pressing against his now exposed boxers, begging to be freed, to be touched. In an instant, I had my hand inside his boxers, feeling him, causing him to moan deeply.