Summary: Ashton just wants to spoil (Y/N) anyway he can. Something she has started coming to terms with.
(Smut / Unprotected Sex / Semi-Public Sex / Oral; Male Receiving / Road Head)
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(Requested) (Words: 12.5k) (Part 2)
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"Do you want to move in with me? In here?" I ask, biting my lip as I wait for his response. Ashton looks at me blankly for a moment, blinking to get himself together.
"Are you serious? You are not dicking with me right now, right?" He asks; I nod my head, unable to pinpoint exactly what his reaction means.
"I want you to come and stay with me. Either way, you are staying here more nights than you do at your own house." I state, trying to downplay the fact that my stomach is feeling like it is being pinched by a thousand pins as I wait for him to just react, tell me a yes or no, to a seemingly easy answer.
"So you are doing it out of convenience?" He asks, knitting his eyebrows together. He takes his hand away from mine, making my breath hitch to the back of my throat.
"No, of course, not. I am asking you to come and stay with me because all I want is to wake up next to you, and fall asleep next to you, every day. Because I hate it when you sleep at your place and we are just a few minutes away from each other but not together. Because I love you and I want you here and I think it is stupid that we are not staying together already. Either way, when you got this house for me, you told me that eventually you would move in here and make this our house officially. Well, now is the time." I reply, panicking and chocking as I let the words spill out of my mouth. Ashton gets up from the chair he is seated and that's when the little voice in my head starts screaming that I have just fucked up the only good thing in my life.
He leans down in front of me, taking my hands in his as he smiles up at me.
"I have never wanted something as badly as I want to move in here with you." He replies; I finally feel able to take a breath, throwing my head back in relief.
"You little shit. You nearly gave me a heart attack." I complain, but my tone is too happy to even sound like I am complaining actually.
"You honestly thought that I would actually turn that offer down?" He asks, leaning in to kiss my lips.
"You looked like it..." I mumble and he chuckles.
"I am just messing with your head, princess. I want to spend every second of my day with you if that is even possible." He explains and I hum.
"So, can you bring your stuff over today?" I ask, feeling my eyes sparkle with excitement.
"Someone's eager, I see." He murmurs, resting his hand on my thigh under the duvet.
"I am. I want you fully moved in with me yesterday." I reply as Ashton brings his lips to kiss my thigh.
"I'll move my stuff on the weekend." He replies, planting kisses on the soft part of my thigh.
"Can't you do that today?" I pout at him and he smiles, holding the tip of his tongue between his teeth.
"It's too much to do in a day. Plus, I have a meeting in the evening. But, I promise you that I will start staying here today. Sleeping, eating, doing everything in here. I have stuff in here either way. Don't worry, you'll have me hovering over you all the time, starting from now." He smiles at me.
"I need to eat my breakfast. I am starving and my energy levels are low from last night. So, hovering will have to wait a little while." I reply, running my fingers through his soft curls.
"Eat up, then. Need me to make the airplane for you?" He mocks me, reaching on the table to bring my plate closer.
"Why don't you sit back on your chair, grandpa? I bet your knees are in so much pain while sitting like that..." I mock him and he fakes a gasp.
"Grandpa? Really? You are really asking for a spanking, aren't you?" He looks at me playfully.
"Maybe I am... But after breakfast..." I smirk, turning to my plate.
He watches me as I eat slowly, enjoying the pancakes he made. He barely touches them, not taking his eyes away from me, even when he is cutting into the pancakes.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I mumble and he hums.
"Oh, I am planning to. But you'll be bound and gagged when I do..." He assures me.
"Is that a threat?" I ask, smiling so my cheeks are popping.
"Not at all. Just a promise, my love." He picks up his mug and taking a gulp of his coffee.
"Can't wait for my little photoshoot..." I moan, sitting up straight.
"I am more excited about what will follow after the photoshoot." He replies and I feel my stomach churn, thighs pressing together.
"What will follow after the shoot?" I ask, playing it dumb.
"I am not gonna kiss and tell, pretty girl. I am a man of actions, not words. You'll have to wait and see yourself. But I can promise it will be so fun..." He has that cocky, confident look on his face that makes my knees weak and heart race.
"Can't wait..." I manage to let out, my brain already refusing to think of anything else other than being exposed and helpless under his touch.
"I think I want to soak in the hot tub today. My body is so sore..." I whine, helping Ashton carry the plates to the island. Ashton smiles triumphantly like this is some sort of achievement for him.
"Sore huh? Any place in particular?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"My whole body." I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Mind if I join you?" He asks me, licking and biting his bottom lip.
"Only if you promise to behave..." I reply and he shakes his head, cupping my face with his left hand.
"I cannot make such a promise, princess. The thought of you in a tiny bikini makes me think of filthy thoughts." He sighs, making me smirk and purse my lips.
"Well, wait until I tell you I am not planning on wearing one." I reply, moving away from him to get into our bedroom.
Clad in just a towel, I walk to the kitchen, finding Ashton washing the dishes. I clear my throat, earning his full attention.
"Tada..." I exclaim, dropping the towel on the floor. Ashton scans my body with his eyes; if I was wearing any clothes, he would be undressing me with his eyes now.
"Fuck... Well, look at that..." He mumbles, wiping his hands on the towel and walking to me. I sway my body, posing for him in my birthday suit.
"I know..." I reply cockily, looking at him in the eye.
"I like the lack of clothes... It means I have easy access to do this..." He whispers, bringing his hand between my thighs. He uses his fore and middle fingers to trace from my entrance to my clit, making me jolt in surprise. I shiver under his touch, my clit becoming too sensitive to handle more than that right now.
"Get in the hot tub. I'll finish here and come to find you." He orders, taking his hand away, leaving me a gasping mess at the lack of contact.
"Ok, daddy." I mumble under my breath, picking up my towel and walking to our private balcony, wrapping the towel around my body as I prep and start the hot tub.
I wait until it is nice and bubbly before I slip into it, letting my body become engulfed by the warmth. I stretch my neck and back, letting them crack and soothe in the water. The little marks he has left on my body from last night sting me a little but soon feel better. I look around me, taking in the flowers and decorations on the balcony, the colorful surrounding making me smile and relax more. It is like a little paradise, only I can visit it whenever I want because it is in my house, the house I am living with my hunk boyfriend who thinks of me like I am some kind of goddess.
I hear the water shuffle from behind me, signaling that Ashton is here, joining me in the hot water. I feel him wrap his arms around my body, bringing his lips to my neck, kissing softly on the curve of it.
"Hi..." He whispers, resting his hands on my hips.
"Hi... You are naked." I realize, feeling his cock press on my butt.
"Yeah. So are you..." He replies, voice groggy and thick.
"Feeling better?" He asks me, softly running his hands over my hips and up to my ribs.
"Now that you are here? A whole lot..." I reply, turning my head so I can press my lips on his jaw.
"I know I way to make you feel 100 times better..." He whispers, moving his hands down to my sex. I smile and bite my bottom lip, leaning my head back to his shoulder.
"Oh, you do?" I ask, knowing exactly where this is going."
"I do. Want me to show you?" He asks me, hovering his hand over my sex.
"Of course I want." I mumble, causing Ashton to hum satisfied.
With his body, he pushes me to stand over the jet of the tub, placing me in a way that the stream hits directly my clit. I shriek and lean forward, holding onto the edge of the tub.
"It's like you read my mind, getting in the position I need you... Look at my good girl." He praises me, raising my bum on the air a little. He lines his cock up to my entrance, slipping in just the tip. The jet stream still vibrates on my clit, making me just become completely dumb, focused only on the pleasure I am getting.
And then he thrusts in me, letting out a throaty groan as my walls engulf his cock.
"Fuck, princess... You are so fucking tight..." He whispers, bringing his teeth to my shoulder. He bites into it while he moves his hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust he is giving me, making the water shuffle in small waves around us.
"Look at that pussy, my pretty little pussy. Look how perfectly it wraps around my cock. It is like it was made for me, isn't it, princess?" He asks, reaching to the front of my body to play with my breasts. He pinches and pulls at one of my nipples while his other hand moves to grip onto the edge of the tub, use it as a prop to build forceful, fast thrusts.
"It was made for you, daddy." I moan, leaning my head back on his shoulder, arching my back to bring my clit more on the jet.
"I won't last long..." I mumble, trying to buck my hips and hump the stream. He uses his thumb to flick my nipple, making my body tremble. He is using every possibly sensitive part of my body; lips on neck, hand on tits, cock pushing deep into me, clit stimulated, and his breath on my skin. I am on overdrive.
"Oh, no, princess. You will last until I tell you not to anymore, sugar..." His voice is a whisper but his tone is bossy, dominant, sending chill all over my body.
"But..." I try to protest, but he forces me to roll my hips, let the jet work my clit in circles, so my mouth just forms an o and lets out sounds that I was not even aware I could make.
"No buts, sugar. You do as told." He reminds me, pounding against my ass. I gulp down my screams, and grind my teeth together, trying to hold on from letting go and rewarding my body with pleasure. He is not even harsh on me, he is not even on his dark side, yet, I am still submitted to him and his will to do whatever he wants to me.
He has never called me sugar before, so the new pet name dances around my brain, making me all goony and lost in this.
"You are clenching around me... You are fucking milking my cock, angel..." He hisses. I imagine his face tensed, jaw flexed and skin a shade of red from all the intensity, eyes closed, and taking in the pleasure. I love looking at him as he fucks me, as he makes me feel too good for my own well-being. But I also love being deprived of it, having to use my own imagination and memories of all the times he was balls deep inside me and all I could do was look at his mesmerizing face.
And imagining him makes my body fall more into pleasure, become almost dependent on bringing his face to my brain to feel this good.
"Fuck, I love my life right now..." Ashton moans, slamming inside me, right on my spot.
"Oh good God..." I cry out, losing control and cumming on his cock. My body trashes around, falling forward until my forehead is against the edge of the tub and I am making sounds that most certainly don't sound humane.
"Didn't I tell you to hold up, princess? Are you disobeying me now, sweetheart?" He asks me, wrapping his arms around my body oh so tightly.
My high does not fade even in the tiniest bit, because he keeps on thrusting on my g-spot, the next thrust more intense than the previous one. His breathing is becoming heavy, hot on my skin as he takes all of me, while my body goes on the highest of highs.
"Cum inside me, daddy. Please..." I breathe out, turning my head to look at him. I see his face tensed, jaw flexed, and skin red, just as I imagined him. Only his eyes are open, looking at me, watching me take his cock, gawking at my body as I orgasm.
"You want that, filthy girl? Want me to fill you up? Make that belly stretch with my baby?" He asks; I close my eyes, just visualizing the words that are coming out of his mouth.
"Yes... Fill me up..." I moan, moving my ass to take his cock deep inside me.
He grunts as he cums, pressing the pads of his fingers onto my skin to hold me still, blocking me from squirming.
"Fuck... Fuck, (Y/N)... Babygirl..." He curses, shooting rope after rope of cum inside me. My eyes flicker as I rest my head on my arms, sighing happily as he bows his head on my shoulder blade, planting kisses on it.
"Is this how my mornings are going to start like this now that we are living together?" He asks, kissing all the way up to my neck. I hum as he hits my sweet spot, moving a little from the jet so that it doesn't tingle my clit anymore.
"Start, or end... Or, I don't know, consist only of this occasionally. You are a hell of a lucky man..." I reply, biting my lip.
"My life is becoming so amazing right now..." He mumbles and I hum in agreement.
"Yeah, it is... But, that has been your life pretty much ever since you've met me." I reply and Ashton sighs.
"Yeah, it has... Man, I love you. Like, really love you." He states, turning me around as he leans against the wall of the hot tub and brings me to sit on his lap.
"Go on..." I smirk and hold his face in my hands.
"Want me to tell you I adore the soil you walk upon? That I worship the air you breathe? That I cannot believe my life has brought me to you?" He asks, looking at me adoringly.
"Yeah, I would love to hear that, actually. I feel it every day, but I like hearing it from you. You are good with words, too good with them actually..." I explain, making his cheeks pop from smiling.
"The benefit of dating someone who writes lyrics for a living." He replies and I giggle.
"One of the many, yeah..." I lean in to kiss him.
"Many? There are more?" He asks as if he doesn't know already.
"Oh, countless, actually. Your soul, your passion for what you are doing, your velvet voice, your love for everyone, your empathy... And that dick... That dick is definitely the last on my list, but not the least..." I look at him as he gets a little cocky, cupping my jaw to bring his lips to mine.
We stay in the hot tub for a few more minutes before Ashton's phone ringing makes him get out of the water. I follow behind him, feeling a little too awkward staying in alone, naked while Ashton is inside the loft.
"Hey. Yeah, I am awake. Supposedly, we would have it in the evening. At around 6, if I am not incorrect." He says on the phone, motioning me to stay quiet.
"I don't have something to do, no. Is it so urgent?" He asks, sighing as he listens to the other person to respond.
"I see. I can be there in an hour... See you then." He responds before he hangs up.
"What is it, baby?" I ask, moving behind him to wrap my arms around his waist.
"The meeting for Friends of Friends got rescheduled. We were supposed to be meeting at 6, but some artists called for rescheduling, so..." He pauses to sigh.
"You have to go..." I sigh, pouting just a little.
"I know, baby. But I will be back for dinner and we can spend the night doing whatever you want." He turns around, pushing my chin up to graze his lips over mine.
"Are you gonna cook?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
"I was actually thinking that maybe we could go out tonight, celebrate me moving in with my pretty girl. To that place downtown, where we went on our anniversary... When you wore that pretty press, with the straps that kept on sliding off your shoulders..." He mumbles in between kisses, smiling against my lips.
"That doesn't sound half bad, actually..." I whisper, smiling at him as he bites on my bottom lip and pulls it a little.
"It doesn't, huh? Then you should go treat yourself, get all gorgeous and breathtaking, my pretty girl." He suggests, stroking my face softly.
"2nd day in a row?" I ask and he nods.
"It's a special day... Come on, baby. Pamper yourself." He encourages me, making me roll my eyes.
"Fine. But just for today... And only because we are celebrating..." I state and he nods.
"Of course. I have to go get ready now. Will you be ok?" He asks me, looking at me softly.
"I will be fine. Can you take me with you? Maybe I can find some stores near there. And a hair salon, if I am lucky." I ask and he nods his head, placing his hand on my hip as we begin walking to the bedroom.
"Where should I drop you off, love?" Ashton asks as he drives down the boulevard, one hand on the stirring wheel, the other on my thigh, resting there nonchalantly.
"Near the studio, or whatever office you are meeting with the artists and the guys. I am sure I can find something in there that will work." I reply, leaning back on my seat and enjoying the air on my face, as it rolls in from the roof of the car- or lack of it.
Ashton grunts and shakes his head, turning the car to get in an exit.
"Where are you going?" I ask, making Ashton smirk.
"I am dropping you off at the stores downtown. Then I drive to the meeting." He explains and I knit my eyebrows together, looking at him a little confused.
"There is no need. Plus, you'll be late for the meeting..." I mumble, but per usual, nothing can change Ashton's mind once he has set it on something.
"I can be late. The traffic was bad, I had to stop to change my tire, et cetera..." He replies, shrugging his shoulders.
"You are going out of your way for me?" I ask and he chuckles, stroking his thumb over my thigh.
"I am willing to do more than that, angel." He replies, not taking his eyes off the road.
I wander inside the store, touching the clothes to feel the fabrics as I sip on my lemonade. It has started to become suffocatingly hot as the sun sits high in the sky, beaming down and causing the heat to rise.
"May I help you?" The seemingly friendly girl that works at the store approaches me, smiling brightly. She seems no older than 17, probably working after school.
"Yes. My boyfriend is taking me to a fancy restaurant tonight and I am looking for a dress." I state and she nods her head, showing me the back of the store.
"How fancy is this place?" She asks as we walk, looking at me with eyebrows pushed together.
"It is as fancy as it can be. Rooftop restaurant, downtown, overseeing the city. Last time we went there, we were treated like royalty." I explain and she chuckles, nodding her head.
"Well, any preferences in color? Length?" She asks as we stop in front of the rack.
"I would like red, maybe a bit long. Blue would work as well. Or baby pink." I close my eyes, trying to picture the dress I want to wear.
"Alright. I see we have options. Let's see what we can find."
"Love, are you ready?" I hear Ashton shout from the entrance of our apartment. I hear the door close behind him as I walk to him, heels clicking against the floor.
"For long now. You are a bit late, Mr. Irwin." I comment as I stand before him, looking at him as he sighs happily.
"I am sorry, dove. I had to take care of some stuff. You look dreamy." He says softly, walking up to me and taking my hand to bring it to his lips.
"I know. Red is definitely my color." I reply, shifting from leg to leg to show off my outfit.
"And silk is definitely your fabric. Damn..." He breathes out, taking in my figure.
"Go get ready. I am starving." I pout and he hums.
"I need 20 minutes. Fuck, I definitely need more to look half as decent as needed to be seen with you out in public." He sighs and I hum.
"20 minutes. After that, I eat whatever I find in front of me and not giving you any." I try to boss him, but he cocks an eyebrow and presses his lips on my forehead.
We walk into the restaurant, Ashton stepping a little forward to talk to the host.
"We have a table for 2, under the name Irwin..." Ashton states at the man who looks at the list in front of him.
"Right this way, sir." The man replies with a smile, guiding us to the back of the room.
"Can I get you started on some drinks?" The man asks as we take our seats.
"I will have some sparkling water, but the lady will be having champagne..." Ashton replies, making me tilt my head to the side.
"I will be having sparkling water as well." I state, making the waiter nod.
"I will have them brought to you in just a second. Sir, madam." He bows his head before he leaves. I cackle and Ashton looks at me in a weird manner.
"What is so funny, baby?" He asks me, dragging his chair closer.
"The girl that sold me this dress asked me how fancy this restaurant is. And I told her that people bow as they walk away. And she told me, no fucking way. And it just happened. Wish she was here to see that." I giggle and Ashton shakes his head.
"Why aren't you drinking tonight, bub?" He asks and I hum.
"If you are not drinking, I am not either." I reply.
"Good then. We both stay sober, so I can do what I have been imagining doing to get through the meeting." He replies, winking at me.
"That boring, huh?" I ask, picking up the menu to find what I want to eat.
"No, actually. But definitely less interesting than the thought of you." He replies and I hum in approval.
"Yeah, I don't think that there is anything that could really knock me off the top of your list of things you find interesting." I state, looking at the options on the menu.
"Linguini with shrimps sounds like heaven..." I moan, closing the menu and letting it on the table.
"After we order, I want to talk to you about something." Ashton says, picking the menu to look at the dishes.
"Shall I worry?" I ask, knitting my eyebrows together.
"Not a bit." He assures me, reaching to take my hand in his.
"So, what's the thing you want to talk to me about?" I ask Ashton as we split the hors d'oeuvres.
"You are not patient, are you?" He asks, cheeks getting red from smiling.
"It is not one of my virtues, no..." I reply and he chuckles.
"We have an invite to play a Friends of Friends show in Paris in 2 months. It is a great opportunity and everyone seems very excited about it." He states and I sigh, nodding my head.
"What about the show in New York?" I ask, picking up my glass to take a swig.
"Still on. 3 weeks from now. You'll have me off your back for your finals week so you can be undistributed." He replies and I hum.
"Then why are you talking to me about the show in Paris? It is not my call to make, nor you need permission to go." I furrow my eyebrows.
"I am not asking for permission. I am asking you to come with me. Join me in Paris... We will need to leave a week earlier, to tune some stuff and wait for the merch, do some promotion. But I will have enough time to take you around town, show you off to everyone." Ashton suggests, making heat rise to my face.
"Paris, huh?" I ask and he nods.
"It's perfect timing. Right when the results for your degree will be out. We will celebrate your success with the view of the Eiffel Tower." He replies and I chuckle.
"What if I fail?" I ask and scoffs.
"Please, no way in hell you would ever fail. So, what do you say, princess? Wanna join me in Paris?" He asks, reaching to stroke his thumb over my knuckles.
"Being in the city of love with the love of my life doesn't actually sound half bad..." I reply, smiling mischievously and tilting my head to the side.
"Not half bad, huh?" He asks, winking at me.
After our course, Ashton drives us back home, taking a quiet, almost empty road. The radio is playing some soft, slow songs that I hardly recognize, but Ashton loves listening to them when driving.
I look at him, admiring his face, his hands steering at the wheel. He looks magnificent, more than words could ever explain.
I undo my seat belt, making Ashton turn to look at me.
"What are you doing?" He asks me, looking at me worriedly.
"I am sucking your cock." I reply, reaching my hand to undo his zipper.
"Are you nuts? If anything goes wrong and I lose control of the car, you will be fucking dead..." He tries to reason me, but his cock is already out and in my hand and I am stroking it softly, so there is really no turning back from that.
"Then I will be fucking dead, with your cock down my throat." I reply before I lean down and take him in my mouth. He tries to change my mind, but it is a lost cause as I flick my tongue on his tip, stroking my thumb over his length.
"Holy fuck..." He breathes out. The car swerves a little, but soon he regains control, making me smile a little proudly, knowing that he is under my spell this early. I take more of his length into my mouth, sucking in my cheeks softly. I bob my head, twisting my hand on the cock I cannot fit in my mouth yet, looking up at Ashton. He goes back and forth, looking at me at one moment and on the road the other.
"I am pulling over." He says, gulping thickly as he tries to find an exit. I hum in approval, swirling my tongue as I take more of him in my mouth. I breathe through my nose but feel my eyes brimming with a couple of tears.
Ashton finds the spot, stopping the car and bringing his hands to my face.
"(Y/N), I swear you are killing me here." He groans, looking down at me with as much sternness as he can muster while his cock is in my mouth. I bat my eyelashes at him, making my eyes look as big as I can without looking creepy. He sighs, leaning his head back on the headrest.
And right then, I take his cock all the way down my throat, gagging a little as my reflex activates. I look at him, finding his face tensing as I take all of him. He looks magnificent, with his lips parted and his Adam's apple popping out as he stretches his neck.
"Suck it, princess. Suck my cock with your pretty mouth..." He mumbles, bringing one hand in my hair to pull my head down. I whimper, involuntarily trying to swallow down. Ashton seems to get excited by that, moving on his seat. Seems like he is trying to buck his hips, but the confinement of the car is not really helpful with that.
I take him out of my mouth, trying to catch my breath, gasping to let air get to my lungs. Ashton strokes my face softly and encouragingly as I caress his cock with my fingers, thumb toying over the tip, which is now bright pink and coated with saliva.
"You are so good at this, princess. So eager to please me..." He rasps. I run his tip over my lips, feeling how warm he is.
I take him back into my mouth, this time not playing around and taking him all the way down my throat, causing him to groan and curse me through his teeth. I cough a little but soon calm my breath and bob my head on his cock, twirling my tongue on the underside of his cock.
"Wanna fuck my face, daddy?" I ask as I pop him out of my mouth, looking at him through my eyelashes.
"Is that what you want, babygirl?" He asks me, petting my face. I nod and bite my bottom lip, making him chuckle.
"Open your pretty mouth for me..." He orders, holding his cock and lining it up to my lips. I do as told, opening my mouth for him as wide as I can. He slips his cock in, bucking his hips up to thrust in my mouth. I moan as he does, sending vibrations to his member.
Ashton gasps for air as he bucks his hips up and pushes my head down, while all I do is keep my mouth wide open. It has become completely messy, tears spilling from my eyes and saliva dripping down my lips, but Ashton seems to enjoy the view as he is not taking his eyes off of me.
He becomes impatient, a little violent as he thrusts faster and deeper. I just look at him, making soft sounds and reaching to stroke his balls.
"Fuck, I wanna cum..." He groans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, bringing his tongue to lick his lips. I moan approvingly, jus before he pushes my head down and keeps it there, driving his cock down my throat.
He cums, groaning loudly and cursing as I swallow every bit of cum.
"I fucking hate you..." He chuckles as I take his cock out of my mouth and take some deep breaths to ease the burning sensation in my throat.
"You didn't look like it a few seconds ago..." I mumble, sitting back on my seat and opening the glove compartment to get a few tissues.
"Are you ok?" He asks me, turning to look at me.
"Throat hurts. But worth it. You should have seen your face..." I sigh, trying to clean myself up.
"I swear, you have become too good with that mouth..." He breathes out, leaning in for a kiss. I give him a quick peck, buckling my seat belt, and getting comfy for the ride.
We make our way to the penthouse, giddy and giggly as we get rid of our clothes.
"I am going to take a shower... Wanna join in?" I ask, kicking off my high heels.
"The day I say no to that, take me to a doctor cause there is no way I will be on my senses." He replies, following right behind me.
I turn the shower on and wait until the water gets hot enough for my liking. Ashton keeps his arms around my waist, pecking softly on my neck as we wait.
"You know the water doesn't have to be boiling hot for us to take a shower, right?" He asks, rubbing his thumb on my hip.
"I like a warm engulf..." I reply, slipping into the cabin. I let the water soak me from head to toe, not caring about ruining the hairstyle I got this afternoon. Ashton slips inside, standing under the water as well. I turn to look at him, admiring how the water hits his body, how he closes his eyes and relaxes under the warmth. I place my hands on his chest, feeling it inflate and fall with each breath he draws.
"Your hands are cold..." He mumbles but lips curve in a smile.
"Cold hands, warm heart, they say..." I whisper, reaching for the sponge and shower gel to help Ashton clean up. Ashton chuckles, opening his eyes to look at me as I pour the soap on the sponge.
"I can clean myself up..." He hums as I run it over his chest and shoulders.
"I know. I just like taking care of you." I reply, focusing on cleaning his skin.
"Oh yeah... I noticed back in the car." He states, bringing a hand in my wet locks. I just smile and scrub his skin, bringing the sponge down his abdomen. He gets a bit jittery as I get closer to his cock, the skin becoming more sensitive down there, even the slightest touch is capable of making him moan and stimulating a response out of him.
"Don't worry. I won't take an orgasm out of you again." I tease him, moving the sponge around his cock, making sure not to touch him.
"Pity. I was hoping you would..." He replies, pushing my chin up to kiss my lips.
"I am a little tired. I just want to cuddle in bed with you..." I state and he nods.
"Then that's what we are going to do..." He assures me, raising his lips to my forehead.
We lay in bed naked, not bothering to put on clothes after we dried ourselves off. One of his arms is draped over my stomach, the fingers tracing my warm skin. I have my head on his chest, feeling his front on my back, moving as he breathes. His nose is in my hair, lips pecking softly every now and then.
"The penthouse is pet-friendly, yeah?" I ask out of the blue, breaking the silence.
"Yes, the realtor said it is. Why?" He asks me.
"I was thinking that maybe we could get a pet... A cat or dog... I prefer a dog, but I am open." I explain and he presses a kiss on the top of my head.
"A pet, huh?" He asks me, bringing his hand to take my hair away from my neck and face.
"Yeah. You are gone for months at a time and I need some company, someone to protect me and love me as you do. Someone I can cuddle when you are not here to keep me warm." I state and he sighs.
"It is a big responsibility." He reminds me.
"I know. But we can do it. I mean, Calum can, even Luke can keep his pet alive. So, we will be fine." I cheer and Ashton chuckles.
"I guess you are right...Wanna go to a pet shop tomorrow morning?" He asks me and I shake my head no.
"I want one from a shelter. I prefer to adopt and not shop." I explain and he leaves a kiss on my neck.
"Tomorrow morning at the shelter then... I warn you, we can only take one... Don't try to take your cute puppy eyes and convince me for more." He presses my body more on his.
"It's not my fault you cannot say no to my puppy eyes..." I mumble and he gasps playfully.
"I can say no to your puppy eyes. I am very capable to do that, thank you very much." He tries to convince me.
"It's ok, darling. You can just admit that I have you wrapped around my little finger...." I tease him and he hums.
"It's not my fault you are cute and I am incapable and telling you no when you are looking at me with those eyes and that face... And those lips... You pout that bottom lips out and you take those eyes and it is over for me." He sighs and I moan happily.
"Whipped..." I giggle and take his hand that rests on my hip in mine, bringing it to my lips for a peck.
"What kind of dog do you want to get?" He asks me, changing the conversation.
"One with a cute face. I don't really care about other things." I reply and he kisses my neck, bringing the covers a little closer to our bodies.
My eyes open by lips pecking on my shoulder blade. I hum at the sensation, feeling lucky that my morning is starting like that.
"Good, you are awake. I was hoping we would grab some breakfast before the shelter..." Ashton whispers in between kisses. I turn to my side, cupping his face in my hands, as I hum sleepily.
"I wouldn't say no to pancakes with cream cheese and chocolate spread from that Beverly Hills brunch place..." I murmur, pulling him for a kiss.
He hums pleased, throwing me a side smirk.
"Why are you smirking, mister?" I ask, putting my weight on my elbow so I can sit up a little.
"That Beverly Hills brunch place... It is the same one I wanted to take you to the first time I stayed over at your place. But you protested that it is too expensive and insisted we go to that diner in Santa Monica." He explains. I feel my stomach tighten, the last thing I want is for Ashton to think I am taking advantage of him.
"Why the gloomy face?" He asks, knitting his eyebrows together.
"Let's just skip breakfast. I want to go see the doggos." I try to mask it, moving to get off the bed. Ashton moves behind me as I walk into the bathroom, taking my wrist in his hand to turn me around.
"Wait up, I know you are lying to me right now, and you never lie to me. So, please tell me if it is something I said or did. Complete honesty, we are always honest with each other." He says softly, making me sigh.
"The Beverly Hills brunch place is still expensive. And you are still paying for it. On top of paying for this place, and for my outfits the past few days. It is like I am sucking money right out of you." I explain, looking away from him.
"Stop that. I live in this place. I want to pay for your outfits, I want to take you to that Beverly Hills place, every day if it is possible. So, stop making it hard for me to spoil you because you are not sucking money out of me. I want to do that. Ok?" He asks, pushing my jaw with the pads of his fingers so I look at him.
"What did I do to deserve you?" I ask, taking a deep breath.
"You made me happy. And now you will make me even happier if you wear a sundress and get ready to go for breakfast now, because the sooner we are done, the sooner we will get to go meet our pup." He smiles at me, making the smile contagious.
"We will need to get stuff for the puppy. Food, bed, toys... Leash and collars and treats... So many treats." I make a list. Ashton chuckles, cutting a piece of pancakes to feed me because I am really jittery and too excited to focus on food.
"Yes, baby, I know and we will go to Petco to get what we need. I can even call Calum to come over with us. He will be very happy to help." Ashton suggests and I nod.
"Maybe he can bring Dukey over... So our babies meet and become besties." I coo and Ashton chuckles.
"We can see about that. We don't know if our pup will get along with other dogs." Ash reminds me and I pout.
"I kinda didn't think about that." I mumble as I take a bite of the pancakes.
"It's ok, bub. Let's take it one step at a time." Ashton assures me, reaching to stroke his thumb over my knuckles.
We walk into the shelter hand in hand, Ashton squeezing my hand a little to calm me down. It is no secret that by the end of our visit I will be crying my eyes out, too sad that we won't get to bring all the animals home.
Ashton does the talking while I try to focus on something that will keep me sane. The woman behind the counter thanks us for choosing the shelter and guides us to the back, opening a small door for us.
"As you can see, we don't keep the animals in the cages during the day. We prefer having them out, so they don't become traumatized by their stay here. Almost all our animals, are social and do well with families and children." The lady explains as we walk out into the garden.
"This is lovely." I chime in, feeling a little relieved about their conditions.
"Are you interested in dogs, right?" She asks us and we nod.
"Any preferences?" She asks.
"Not really. But we live in an apartment, so this is kind of limiting." Ashton replies, making the lady nod and smile.
"Well, you can see and interact with the dogs if you'd like and I will be right behind you for anything you need." The lady prompts us, standing on the side so we can see the puppies.
"Fuck, this is going to be so hard." Ashton sighs, placing his hand on the small of my back.
"Well, let's focus on the fact that we get to save one, and we get to engulf it and love it as much as humanly possible." I try to soothe him, earning a chuckle from him.
"I thought that I would be the one being the rock of this relationship today." He replies, planting a kiss on my forehead.
"You are certainly not the rock in any occasion, bub." I tease him, taking his hand and guiding him to wake around the backyard.
"Maybe we can get an older dog. Statistically, they get adopted rarely." He suggests and I hum, nodding my head.
"I love this idea." I reply, bringing his hand to my lips to kiss his knuckles.
"I knew you would..." He murmurs, looking around.
We walk among the dogs, watching them play with each other. Ashton squeezes my hand; at this point, I don't know who is trying to support and comfort who...
"Just so you know, we don't have to choose today." I assure him, trying to make him feel a little calmer. He stays silent, just nodding his head.
"Why isn't that one playing with the others?" Ashton asks the lady who is behind us.
"This is Blue. She is relatively new here. She was severely abused, really beaten, so she is very hesitant to join. She is really social though when things are not as busy as now." She explains. I kneel down next to her, looking at her puppy face.
"Hey, Blue..." I coo, stroking behind her ears. She is looking at me with sad eyes and I honestly want to burst out crying. She is so calm and lovely...
Ashton kneels down next to me to pet the dog. Blue jolts a little in the beginning, looking a little scared.
"It's alright, baby. He is not going to hurt you..." I say softly, petting her slowly. Ashton tries again, this time with slow, steady movements. Despite being hesitant at first, she lets him touch her and relaxes as he pets her.
"Can you tell us what breed she is? Not that it matters, but I know that some breeds require different medical care than others." I ask and the lady smiles at us. She checks on the tablet she is holding, looking for Blue's profile.
"She is a 6-year old American Pitbull/Terrier mix. She is neutered and pretty healthy, considering what she went through." She replies and Ashton hums.
"Did you name her Blue?" He asks and she shakes her head no.
"The rescuers did. She looked so sad and blue, it was fitting." She explains.
"Blue's Clues..." I mumble, looking at the dog who is now laying on her back, letting us pet her tummy.
"I am sorry, what?" The lady asks me.
"Blue's clues, like the kids' show. I am sorry, I just wanted to give her name a happy twist." I reply, smiling at the pup.
"She is the one." Ashton states, scratching under her ear.
The puppy sits on my lap as we drive to Petco, looking outside the window and letting the air hit her face. I kiss the top of her head all the time, keeping my arms wrapped around her to protect her.
"She is my good girl... My good baby..." I repeat, time after time. Ashton hums, occasionally reaching to pet her.
"We should have her name engraved on her collar. And get her a tag with our info on." I suggest to Ashton, who scoffs happily and nods his head.
"Anything my girls want." He replies, making me smile.
"And all the toys, and treats and beds. Everything." I cheer and kiss Blue's snout. She turns and licks my nose, making me giggle.
"How am I supposed to leave the 2 of you in 3 weeks when you look so cute together?" Ashton sighs, turning to look at me and the pup.
Blue is nestled in the shopping cart as we go around the store, looking at stuff for her. It's like shopping for a baby; I want everything, even if nothing is for me.
She sniffs around the toys and treats as we put them in the cart, wagging her tail happily.
"I will hand in the collars for engraving in the register. Do we need anything else for the baby?" Ashton asks, wrapping his arms around me. Blue perks up; I think that she is afraid of Ashton.
"No, we are good. Oh, poop baggies for the walks. They are 3 aisles back, can you pick them up, please?" I ask, grinning at him as he rolls his eyes and walks away.
I reach in the cart to pet Blue, who leans her hand against my palm.
"Hey, baby Blue. Daddy is a great man. No need to be scared... He is amazing and he could never hurt us. He loves us both. So, please, don't flinch... It makes him sad and worried." I whisper to the puppy, leaning down to peck her head. She licks my nose, making me giggle.
"Can I join you, ladies?" I hear Ashton ask as he enters the living room. His basketball shorts are hanging low on his hips, and his hair is still wet from the shower.
"Can he join us, Blue?" I ask the pup who is curled on my lap. Ashton sits behind me, making me sit between his legs. Blue looks up to him sleepily, making him chuckle.
"You smell nice." I compliment him, leaning my head back.
"Thanks... That Lush shower jelly you got me..." He mumbles, bringing his lips to my neck. He kisses under my ear, making me feel ticklish.
"I should stock that up for you then..." I mumble, tilting my head to the side so I can kiss him. He smiles against my lips, trying to pry my mouth open to deepen the kiss.
I hum happily, moving so it is easier to kiss him, but trying not to startle Blue.
"Come straddle my lap, baby. I wanna feel you on me." He whimpers, stroking down my neck.
"What about Blue?" I ask and he chuckles.
"Blue will be fine. She likes that spot on the couch. And you, you like that spot on my lap... Come sit on me..." He licks his lips, giving me the eyes. I take a breath, moving carefully so Blue remains calm before I sit on Ashton's lap, making him place his hands on my thighs, resting on each side of his waist.
"Good girl..." He mumbles as I lean down to kiss him. My hands cup his jaw, grazing it softly with my fingers.
"Wanna get this to the bedroom?" I ask, making Ashton cock an eyebrow.
"Hell yeah..." He replies excitedly, standing up with me still on him. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and hold myself steady by gripping onto his shoulders.
"Goodnight, Blue." I greet the dog who looks at us walking away from the couch.
"Just a little deeper. Oh, fuck..." I cry out as Ashton thrusts right on my spot. His hair falls messily on his face, sticking with sweat as his face tenses, lips forming an o.
"There, princess? You want daddy's cock deep in your tight little pussy?" He hisses through gritted teeth, leaving a little slap on the side of my ass. I whimper, feeling the slight sting spread on my body, while his cock hits where I need him.
"I need it. Please..." I cry out, moving my body to the tempo he has built. The bed is squeaking as we fuck, both making animalistic sounds as we near our highs.
Something scratches against the door, and soon Blue is whimpering, begging to get in. Ashton groans, frustrated over our ruined orgasm as he gets up, taking the bed sheet with him to cover up.
"I am not hurting her..." Ashton sighs at the dog who rushes to me, whimpering as she places her head under my hand. Blue whimpers softly as I pet her, looking and sniffing at me with curiosity, trying to see if I am fine.
"We are good, baby." I giggle, leaning in to kiss her snout. Ashton walks on the bed, lying next to me and pulling me to a spooning position. Blue growls slightly, pushing her front paws on the mattress.
"Come here, baby..." I coo and pat the mattress for her to get on it.
"She is not sleeping with us." Ashton hums, kissing my shoulder.
"Just for one night. It is her first night and she is scared... Come on... Come on, daddy..." I pout at him, turning my head to look him in the eye. Ashton sighs, rolling his eyes as he nods.
"Just one night. She is not going to take my place on our bed." He states, reaching to pet her.
"Just for tonight. And for when you are on tour. So our bed doesn't feel empty and I don't get sad." I reply, watching as his hand strokes Blue's dark fur softly.
"Yeah, yeah... I leave and next thing I know, she pushes me off the bed with her hind legs, and I find myself sleeping on the floor." He complains, making me giggle.
"Then I will join you sleeping on the floor. Because, I really, cannot sleep without you." I reply, turning my head around and kissing his lips.
"Why do you think she is afraid of me?" Ashton asks me, a bit of a complaint in his tone.
"I don't know. But she was abused and she has been through a lot. So, she might be scared of men. She will get to trust you though. She will see that you are the kindest, sweetest man on earth and she will love you unconditionally. Like her owner..." I assure him, pressing my body more on his.
"I hope she gets to liking me before you get pregnant. Because I don't think she will be letting me near you at all..." He jokes, placing his hand on my hip.
"Before I get pregnant?" I ask, turning my head a little to look at him.
"Yeah... I mean... You haven't thought of us having children?" He asks me, looking at me a little worriedly.
"I have... I just didn't know you had..." I mumble and he cackles softly.
"Darling, I have imagined my whole life with you." He replies, getting me feeling all soft and gooey on the inside.
Blue is curled underneath my feet as I type in my paper. I am 2000 words short of finishing, but my mind is stuck. I rub my eyes, looking at my mug to see if I have any coffee left. I promised myself I wouldn't be sleeping until the project is done until this last thing that keeps me from getting my degree is done.
I get up from the kitchen island, picking my mug to get me some more coffee. It is currently 3 in the morning and I am barely alive but still holding. I need to finish; if now it will be never.
I pick my phone as well, to check for any messages. I had put it on airplane mode to stay focused while writing and I know for sure that Ashton has been looking for me, trying to contact me to make sure I am alright.
Blue is laying on the floor, raising her gaze on me as I read Ashton's texts. God, I wish he was here, I wish he was here, forcing me to go to bed, making me coffee, feeding me snacks. He is too good at taking care of me, easing my worries, and loving me for who I am.
My heart melts as I read his texts, all of them containing words of assurance and encouragement. I feel like crying, the tiredness, and all the pressure getting to me suddenly. My thumb lingers over his contact, contemplating whether or not I should call him.
It rings a couple of times and with every ring, I try to convince myself to hang up and let him sleep.
"Hey, baby. Why are you up so late? It's like what, 2:30 in L.A?" Ashton asks as he picks it up.
"What are you doing up so late?" I ask, sniffling as I try to hold back my tears.
"I can't sleep. I know that you are doing your dissertation and I am worried." He admits and I feel my heart hurting.
"I am scared..." I state, sighing as I sit down on the floor, placing my hand on my forehead.
"Of what, baby?" He asks, clearly startled with worry.
"I don't know. What if I don't make it?" I ask back, finally wording the thought that has been eating my mind away.
"You will. I know you will. You got this..." He encourages me.
"Will you still love me if I am a complete failure?" I ask, wiping away a few tears from my cheeks.
"First thing first, I will love you no matter what. And second, even if you fail this time, you can resubmit. And third, even if you fail again, you are so much more than this degree... So, you will not be a failure, no matter what. You got this. Hell, even I know the details about your project... You know this better than anyone. And I promise you, if you go to bed now, and work on the paper in the morning, your head will be so much straighter... So, please, take a warm bath, go to bed, and I will call the building reception to tell them to wake you up at 11 and bring you coffee and breakfast, ok?" He asks me, making me sigh.
"But..." I begin but he cuts me off.
"No buts. Don't make me drop everything and come to you, because I will and you know that. Just, take care of yourself now, and finish the project in the morning. How much of it is it left, anyway?" He asks, making me bite my lip.
"2000 words... And formatting and fixing the reference list." I feel my head spinning at how much it is left.
"So, like, what, 5 hours of it, worst-case scenario? It can wait until tomorrow. Your sanity matters more. Bath, bed, rest... Don't make me say it again." He sounds stern and serious, but at the same time loving and worried about me.
"I am going. Thank you..." I whisper and he hums, pleased That he got me to change my mind.
"You are very welcome, baby. I will call you in the morning. And see you in less than 48 hours..." He says excitedly, letting me hear the smile in his voice.
"I love you..." I say cheerfully, pushing myself off the floor.
"I love you, baby. And I am proud of you. Always." He reminds me, making me smile.
"Alright, big boy... You need to go to bed and be rested for your show..."
"I will. Give Blue kisses from me. Love you both, sleep well." He says before hanging up, letting me sink in quietness again.
Time to go to bed.
"Can you believe that we are going to wake up in Paris tomorrow morning?" Ashton whispers as I cuddle onto him, trying to find a comfortable position without disturbing Calum who is already sleeping on his seat.
"I actually can't." I reply, wrapping my arms around his torso.
"You don't look too excited about it." He states, pressing a kiss on the top of my head.
"I am sorry, baby. This is really great and I am so thankful, but I am worried..." I sigh and he hums.
"I know. But in less than 40 hours, the results will be out. If I could do anything to make them post them sooner, I would in a heartbeat. But I know you did amazing and I know that in less than 40 hours we will be celebrating. So please, try to take your mind off it, cause you will really go crazy if you don't." Ashton runs his hand over my arm soothingly, fixing the little blanket over my body so I can relax and get some sleep. I haven't had a full night of sleep in the past week, and I almost canceled the trip, but Ashton convinced me to join them, have some fun and celebrate the announcement in Paris, even though it is not certain we will be celebrating.
"I just wish time could pass faster, I just wish I could fast forward it." I sigh and he hums.
"We are going to do so many things, your mind is going to get off that, I promise you..." He whispers, pecking on my forehead.
"What if I fucked up?" I ask and he scoffs.
"I know you haven't. You always believe in me, for almost 3 years now, you have put so much faith into me. You believed in Santa Claus until you were 10, I know, your mom told me. You can believe in yourself for the following 40 hours, and remind yourself how amazing you are, how smart and put-together... Just 40 hours, try to see yourself as I see you, try to see yourself as you see me." He almost begs me, stroking his hand over my arm.
"I promise to try..." I roll my eyes at how cheesy he sounds, but my heart melts at how loving he sounds.
The first day in Paris was filled with meetings and arrangements for the show, so I spent most of it in bed, resting up for the big show as Ashton was out, organizing everything to make sure that the show will be reaching absolute perfection.
I had my share of pity party and crying, too afraid about the pending results.
But today I had no reason to do that, no excuse. So I got up and joined Ashton in a little french cafe that serves freshly baked goods. And I truly had fun, I truly took my mind off of everything, without feeling guilty about my lack of worry.
He even got the girls involved, instructing them to not leave my side as we get ready for the show. And I drunk champagne and I laughed and I sang at the top of my lungs, again, ditching every ounce of worry about the results.
Which of course all went down the drain the moment I got the email from the administration, about the results being out.
My heart pumped so loudly, so fast, I felt it push against my sternum and try to break out of my skin.
"Can you take my phone away? Give it to me when we see Ashton..." I hand my phone to Sierra who looks at me with worry.
"Are you ok, love?" She asks me.
"Yeah, I just need you to hold it for me until then. He has to be there when I read it..." I mumble and she nods.
I feel a little dizzy from the champagne, having a glass too many of it after the notification.
We make our way backstage, heels clicking on the floor as we rush there. The girls seem to just go with my pace, too afraid to not hurt my frail feelings.
"Ashton, do you have a moment? Please?" I ask as we enter the room they are in.
"Always for you. Are you ok?" He asks me, cocking an eyebrow. I nod as he stands up, taking my hand in his. Sierra hands me my phone and gets out of the way, so Ashton and I can walk into the small bathroom.
"What's up? Quickie? Cause we have like half an hour..." He tries to lighten my mood.
"The announcement is out..." I state and he looks at me eagerly.
"Did you see the result?" He asks me and I shake my head.
"I wanted you to be here. I wanted you to be the first to know..." I reply and he nods. He leans his back against the wall, watching me as I unlock the phone and press on the notification, opening the mail and pressing on the link for the results. I look for my student code, scanning through the file.
"What? What is it?" He asks me, moving closer. I shush him, looking at the graduating codes. And there is mine, brightly sitting close to the top, with a marking of 86 next to it.
"3rd one..." I sniffle, handing him the phone. He takes it and looks at it, gasping as I tear up.
"Fuck... Baby... Holy fuck..." He stammers, covering his mouth with his hand as he pulls me in for a hug.
"I fucking did it." I mumble, finally breaking down crying.
"You fucking did it... I am so freaking proud of you. You did it..." He says cheerfully, pushing my chin up so I can look at him. With a smile, he pulls me in for a kiss, moving his lips softly on mine. He puts the phone by the sink, so his hands can rest on my jaw.
I part my lips, showing him I want to deepen this kiss. He responds instantly, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip. I am soon cornered against the wall, back getting chilly over the cool tiles. My hands work to undo his shirt, fumbling with the little buttons and trying not to just rip it off.
"What are you trying to do, pretty girl?" He asks me, throwing a side smirk.
"I will take that celebratory quickie now, please..." I run my hands down his chest. He props his knee between my thighs, pressing it against my sex. I feel myself pulsing around nothing, getting excited about his willingness to give me what I want.
"We have to be quick. But I promise to give you the best celebratory sex ever when we get to our hotel, baby." He whispers as he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. My dress hitches up as I wrap my arms around his neck, causing Ashton to chuckle.
"Less talking, more actions..." I mumble as he peels my panties to the side. He fumbles with his zipper, opening it to free his cock.
"Let me..." I lower one hand to stroke his cock and line him up to my entrance, looking into his eyes as they become clouded with lust, turning a shade or two darker.
I rub his length up and down my slit, causing him to moan in frustration.
"Come on... This has to be quick..." He groans and licks his lips.
"That doesn't mean there will be no teasing..." I cock my head to the side and he rolls his eyes.
"Where is the obedient little girl I fell in love with?" He asks, nudging my wrist away to line up to me and finally thrust in.
"Don't act like you don't adore this side of me..." I sigh as I try to ease the feeling of him being inside me.
"I adore every side you have to show me, princess." He replies, pressing me onto the wall even harder.
He moves slowly, pressing his lips against mine to keep me quiet. I feel every inch of him inside me, walls wrapping tightly around him as my body chills under his touch. He doesn't have a pace yet, giving me time to adjust to him and the situation we are in. I try to move my hips on his, let him know I want more, but he insists on moving teasingly slow while looking at me with mischief in his eyes as he pulls away to let me breathe.
"What's the matter, princess? You suddenly don't like teasing?" He asks cockily as my whines resurface.
"I do... When I am the one teasing..." I reply and he chuckles. He gives me a forceful thrust, hissing as he does so. I shut my eyes tightly, leaning my head back as I take in the pleasure with a grain of pain. The thrusts become more frequent, still remaining deep and making me pulse around him.
"I hate you so much right now..." I cry out, digging my nails in his shoulders.
"Certainly not looking like it... Nor feeling..." He replies, lowering his head to the crook of my neck and placing his lips on my soft spot. He grazes his lips over it, nibbling on the sensitive skin and trying to make me lose it.
"Ash..." I moan, a little too loudly, considering there are people on the other side of the wall. His breath fans on my skin, sending warmth all over my skin.
"What is it, princess? You like my cock deep inside your tight little pussy? You like how I fuck you, babygirl?" He asks cockily, slamming his hips on mine. My stomach tingles happily, toes curling in my high heels as I feel my head become lighter.
"You are mine... My fucking pretty girl... My freaking genius babygirl... Mine, all mine..." He groans, voice changing from groggy to a little whimpery, teeth digging into my flesh.
"Fuck..." I cry out as a wave of pleasure takes over my body, back arching off the wall and head falling on the side, eyes shut close as I cum, convulsing around him.
His hand grips on my face, pulling me in for a kiss, trying to muffle me.
My orgasm becomes intenser as he still thrusts inside me, chasing after his own high.
"Put a baby inside me, daddy..." I moan, in a complete haze from my orgasm. I don't even realize what I said until Ashton gasps and looks at me in surprise. His thrusts have slowed down while he smirks at me, pressing a thumb on my lips. I open my mouth, sucking softly on it as I wait for his reaction.
"You want a baby, pretty girl? Cause Imma fuck 2 into this pussy..." He says thickly, pounding his hips on mine as I fall down the spiral, aching already for a second orgasm.
He cums inside me, groaning and cursing under his breath, face tensing up and jaw clenching.
He quickly shakes himself out of his peak, letting me down on my feet as we take deep breaths, trying to go back to normal before exiting.
"I am on the pill, you know..." I mumble as we fix our clothes.
"What, love?" He asks, looking at me with knitted eyebrows.
"I am on the pill... So, I can't get pregnant... So what I said about you getting me pregnant was just stupid..." I explain and he nods.
"I know... I just liked the thought of having a Paris baby." He shrugs and I coo.
"Listen... After our set, I want you to meet me on the rooftop. I want us to celebrate your success. Just you and me..." He says and I nod as his hand cups my cheek.
"Ok... I will meet you on the rooftop." I smile at him, seconds before he leans down to kiss me.
"I have to warn you... I am pretty tipsy on the Friends of Friends special drinks, you might have to carry me down the stairs later..." I state as I approach Ashton. He smiles at me softly, helping me avoid stumbling on the uneven surface.
"I know it is a little bumpy here, but look at this view..." He whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"It is really beautiful. And the show was mind-blowing... You are a rockstar, baby..." I cheer for him, tilting my head back to look at him.
"I don't want any of it without you... I don't want to tour the world, see every city, experience glory if it is without you." He states, rubbing his hands over my arms, trying to give me some warmth.
"Baby, I am right here... I have a degree now, I can work from the road, become a freelancer, do whatever I want. I can follow you, visit you for however long I like... I am right here..." I assure him and he shakes his head.
"That's not what I meant... I have been trying to find the words to say, I have been squeezing my brain dry to find what I want to say and how I want to say it. But, I look at you and all rational thought flies out of the window. So the words get all tangled together and they barely make sense in my head, let alone if I try to let them out. But holy fuck, I have to find the way to let the words out. Because I have been carrying this with me since the last time I toured and I hate seeing it in its box and not on your finger. So, for the love of God, baby, love of my life, light of my existence, will you please marry me?" He asks, voice becoming soft. I turn around to look at him, finding him staring a little impatiently.
"Ash, are you messing with me right now? Because if you are, this is not funny at all..." I take a step back from him, feeling like I am choking on my tears. He just moves a little back, reaching into his pocket for the box. He tries to kneel down but I stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I am as serious as I can get. And if you had let me, I would have been on one knee right now." He says, showing me the ring. I gasp; the diamond shines brightly even though there is barely enough light.
"This must have costed a fortune..." I mumble, bringing my hands to cover my mouth.
"It did. And that's why it is a pity that it has stayed in this box for this long..." He jokes, but I can see in his eyes that he is getting anxious about it.
"Are you seriously asking me if I am going to marry you?" I ask, still unable to wrap my brain around it.
"No, I got this ring as a joke... Of course, I am asking you to marry me..." He scoffs and I whimper.
"Yes... Holy fuck, yes..." I cheer and I hear him finally take a breath. He pulls me to his body, hugging me close. I feel his heartbeat on my chest as he presses me to him without leaving an inch of space.
"You have no idea how many times I have been meaning to ask you..." He mumbles, cradling my face in his hands.
"Today is perfect. I get to fly out of Paris with my degree and a ring..." I giggle and he jolts.
"Ow... The ring..." He pulls it out of the box, taking my hand in his and slipping on my finger. I stare at it, mesmerized by the way it sparkles.
"I am going to marry the hell out of you..." He states, running his thumb over the ring.
"You'd better." I reply, chuckling before I lean up to kiss him.