- Pandora -
Somewhere between the bedroom and the bathroom, I lost my bra, leaving me in just my awkward, teddy bear underwear. Ashton - however - remained fully clothed, dominating the situation just as I knew he would. He loved to be in charge - especially during séx - and for once, I didn't mind.
I sucked in a sharp breath as his hands groped at my body, sliding his calloused palms up my stomach towards my chest. His lips peppered hot, wet kisses down my neck towards my collar bone, sucking harshly at my pale, delicate skin. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I ran them through his long scruffy hair, tugging in a manner I hoped was sexual. By the throaty groan that erupted from his lips, I knew I had succeeded.
As his lips continued down towards the waistband of my underwear, I focused my attention on the bottom of his top, attempting to undress him with my eyes. When that didn't work, I resorted to using my hands, sliding my palms underneath the material to feel the defined abs hidden underneath. Ashton easily took my hint and yanked it from his body, chucking it to lie in a crumpled heap on the floor. A voice inside of me yearned to tell him to pick it back up, fold it neatly and place it in a drawer or something, but I ignored that voice, because that voice was stupid.
I would not allow my mind to be a fücking cóck block.
"Cute panties." Ashton chuckled, hooking a finger beneath the elastic waistband before allowing it to snap back against my hip bone.
I squirmed in embarrassment, attempting to avoid all eye contact with the hazel eyed fückboy hovering above me. His lips were tugged upwards into a lopsided grin, his eyes bright with amusement.
I wanted to laugh along with him, but I couldn't find the humour.
"My mum bought them."
"Liz has good taste."
I rolled my eyes at his comment before wrapping my hands around the nape of his neck, tugging him down towards me. His smirk was still evident as he placed a soft kiss to my cheek, lingering slightly before pulling away. He then proceeded to place soft and slow kisses along the edge of my jaw line, his hands running down the sides of my body towards my thighs.
I bit back a gasp as he abruptly lowered himself against me, heatedly grinding our hips together before pulling away. It lasted about a second, but was probably the best second of my life, and I couldn't deny the hunger growing inside me.
I needed Ashton, physically and mentally.
"Ashton."
"Don't say my name like that." He muttered, his eyes narrowed as he slipped a finger beneath the waistband of my underwear, slowly sliding the thin material down my thighs to the bottoms of my legs "Say it properly."
"But I did? Wh-"
"Say my name, Pandora."
My frown deepened before a wave of realisation crashed over me, drowning me in embarrassment and discomfort. I awkwardly lowered my gaze as he smirked, running the pads of his fingers devilishly slowly up the inside of my thighs.
If I had known he would require me to call him 'daddy' every time we had séx, I would have never done it in the first place - and by it, I mean call him daddy, not having séx. I would never take that back.
"Pandora."
"Do I have to?" I mumbled, tugging nervously at the silk sheets beneath me.
Ashton's eyes darkened with anger as he quickly retracted his touch, acting as if I had suddenly burnt him. I wanted to apologise, but had to remind myself that I had a right to my opinion, and if I felt uncomfortable referring to him as 'daddy' then I shouldn't have to.
"What do you mean?" He hissed, his lust for me replaced by his anger
I knew this would happen. I fücking called it.
"I thought you were fine with calling me daddy?"
"I am," I awkwardly replied, regretting the words the minute they left my swollen lips. Why the fück would I say that? "I'm just... Y'know. Not feeling it today."
"Not feeling it today?" He repeated, his voice laced with annoyance "Well, when will you be feeling it? Tomorrow? Thursday? Do I need a specific date?"
"Ashton-"
"I mean, I never thought this would be a scheduled thing."
"Stop." I ordered, glaring up at the hazel eyed boy. His body was tense with anger, every muscle in his goddamn arm defined as he supported himself above me. His anger was a definite turn on, but not when it was directed straight towards me "You're overreacting, Ashton."
"No I'm not!" He exclaimed, only solidifying my statement.
"Yes, you are."
"Look, if you don't want to call me daddy, then that's fine. I don't give a shít." He muttered, attempting to shift from his position above me - which I quickly stopped.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist before tugging him to my body, the feeling of his semi uncomfortable against my thigh. He struggled slightly, but then gave up, gingerly wrapping his arms around my small frame. I held him closer, attempting to relieve any built up tension in his body.
"Ashton, just because I don't want to call you daddy, doesn't mean I don't like you." I softly stated, the pads of my fingers trailing slowly up the large expanse of his back "It just feels strange, y'know. Referring to you as my dad."
"Daddy and Dad are two completely different things." He quickly reminded, his breath hot against my cheek.
I nodded, attempting to control my hormonal self as goose bumps began to form on my skin, the urge to rip off his jeans growing stronger by the second. I had to resist, even if it were just for a minute.
"They still refer to the same thing, the title given to a man who has had a child with a woman, and is in place to protect and love them."
"I can protect and lo- I can protect you." He mumbled, the exclusion of 'love' hitting me like a bullet to the chest.
I knew it was too early to even begin to consider our feeling towards each other as love, but it would still have been nice to hear him say it. Even if it was just meant as a friend - for now.
"I know you can, but the feeling of love is different." I continued, keeping my voice level as I attempted not to argue with him "I don't exactly love you the same way I love my dad."
Ashton was silent for a couple of seconds before replying, his voice vulnerable and tense.
"You love me?"
I mentally slapped myself over and over as I tried to think of a suitable response, my eyes narrowed into a sorrowful wince. I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I also didn't want to admit to my feelings towards him before I know they were true. If I loved Ashton, I would have told him. The fact I was even questioning it meant that I didn't. I couldn't say it until I was sure.
"I don't know," I admitted truthfully, my blue eyes nervously meeting his own "I mean, I like you, but I don't know if it's love."
A look of relief washed over his anxious face as he softly nodded, seeming happy with my answer. Obviously, he felt the same way towards the L word as I did.
"I like you too."
I felt colour rise to my cheeks as he slowly leant forward to place a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, lingering slightly before pulling away. His anger - unlike earlier - was no longer evident, leaving unlimited amounts of room for passion and lust. His fingers were already trailing up the side of my body, his eyes burning passionately into my own.
Before I could fully comprehend my actions, my hand had slipped down to button of his jeans, fumbling slightly as I attempted to unbutton them with one hand. He let out a soft chuckle before helping, pulling down the zipper before tugging the skinny jeans from his legs. He was wearing Calvin Klein boxers, and I couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed.
Of course he'd be wearing fücking designer underwear while I was chilling in my target panties.
Of fücking course
"You're so beautiful, Pandora." Ashton randomly stated, his hand slipping between my legs towards my core.
I let out an involuntary squeak as he slipped a finger inside of me, my body jolting in shock. I wanted to scold him for being so sudden, but then I remembered this was séx and everything was meant to be impulsive, so I remained quiet. He then proceeded to slip yet another finger inside me, my eyes wide with discomfort.
Either my vägina had shrunk or his fingers had grown, but this felt a lot different from last time.
"You're so tight." He groaned, beginning to move his fingers in swift and gentle motions.
I internally cringed at his comment - seeing as it had been included in every smutty fanfic I had ever read - but didn't complain, my eyes clenched shut as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over my body, my lips pursed in the effort to contain my soft moans.
Although we had our own room, I didn't feel comfortable going all ape and yelling the fücking place down. This wasn't the discovery channel.
"Why are you holding back?" He questioned, noticing my obvious strain.
I just shrugged, wincing slightly as his pace increased. I had only ever had séx once before, and I was completely shít. I couldn't be dealing with all this random foreplay.
"Why are you wearing your boxers?" I retorted, causing a soft chuckle to escape his lips.
"Touché."
I shot him a small smirk before hesitantly palming him through his boxers, watching his smug expression change to a look of pure surprise and vulnerability. I wasn't used to being in control, and had only read about this in fanfics, but it couldn't be that hard. Just rub him through his boxers, job done.
"Pandora, stop being a fücking tease." He grumbled, shooting me a irritated look as I slowed my actions.
His semi had now grown to a full sized erection, and I couldn't help but feel slightly light headed, the length of him taking me by surprise.
No wonder my first time hurt so badly
"Are you... uncomfortable?" I awkwardly questioned, studying the large bulge straining against the tight black fabric of his boxers.
Ashton quickly glanced down towards his crotch before smirking, lightly nodding his head. His hazel eyes then lifted to shoot me an expectant glance, causing my throat to tighten nervously.
He was expecting me to remove his boxers?
Me?
I fücking screamed last time, what makes him think this time would be any better?
"Um, okay." I mumbled, hesitantly slipping my hands beneath the waistband of his boxers before tugging them down. He let out a small sigh as his little friend sprung out to meet me, waving slightly as if to say hello. I wanted to laugh at the worm like creature, but I had to remember:
1. It wasn't a worm
2. This would be stuck inside me in the next ten - fifteen minutes
3. väginas aren't exactly the prettiest things either, and I shouldn't be so quick to judge.
Just as the saying goes, don't judge a book by its cover. In this case, Ashton was book, and his díck was the very large and intimidating cover.
"I feel so free."Ashton randomly chuckled, finally removing his fingers from my centre. The nagging discomfort left, but was quickly replaced by a burning disappointment, leaving me feeling cold and empty.
He may feel free, but I just feel cold and alone.
"Do you have protection?" I randomly questioned, watching nervously as he positioned himself on top of me.
With this, Ashton's body froze, his hazel eyes widening slightly as he shot a desperate glance towards his discarded jeans. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
"You forgot?"
"Look, I wasn't planning on having séx today." He defended, his cheeks flushing a gentle shade of pink
I just laughed, lightly shaking my head at his stupidity.
Most boys carried cöndoms in their wallets, and with the amount of action Ashton used to get, you'd think he'd be the same.
"So... What are we going to do?" I questioned, taking a small glance down towards his throbbing length before having to shift my gaze back towards his eyes, my cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.
No matter how many times I saw it, I would never not be embarrassed.
"I don't know," he grumbled, studying my body with a slight look of desperation "I want to have séx with you, but I don't want a baby."
"Same." I nodded, my stomach tightening nervously as he hesitantly lowered his body, his length brushing teasingly against my entrance.
What the fück did he think he was doing?
"I could just pull out." He suggested, his voice lowered to a whisper as his hazel eyes raked over the expanse of my chest, taking in my non-existent boobs.
I adamantly shook my head, watching intently as he ran his hands over the sides of my hips, causing goose bumps to form over my exposed skin.
He was making it really fücking hard to control myself.
"What about pre-cum?"
"What the fück is pre-cum?"
I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, subconsciously crossing my arms over my chest. Snapping back into reality, Ashton's hazel eyes glanced upwards to meet my own, his lips tugged downwards into a disappointed pout.
"What?"
"Did you learn anything in health class?" I sassily questioned, receiving a small shrug in return.
"Just my feelings for you."
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