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Grind (Ash)

Ashton sighed as he collapsed onto the couch, his hair still wet from the shower. You could tell earlier that his day had been stressful because he came home, gave you a kiss hello, and went straight to the garage to play some drums and then workout. This was his process when everything was just too much to handle. Your day had been stressful, too, but you had your own ways of dealing with that stress.

You approached Ashton in nothing but underwear and one of his cut up tees. His eyes were closed from exhaustion, but as you straddled his lap they peeped open, his hazel eyes taking you in from head to toe. He smirked, closing his eyes again.

"Not now," he said, his voice gravelly. You pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest against his, the movement pushing your hips closer together. You played with his messy, curly hair, peppering kisses along his jaw.

"Let me relieve some of your stress," you bargained, whispering in his ear. His hands went to your hips, but your heart sunk as he pushed you away.

"I’m completely drained. Not tonight." You sat back, balancing yourself on his knees, furrowing your eyebrows. Ashton usually never said no, so your frustration was skyrocketing.

"Fine," you said, shrugging. You pulled his shirt off your body, exposing your breasts to the cold air of the room. Ashton gazed at you from under hooded lids, but he didn’t move. You pursed your lips, repositioning yourself to sit on only one of his thighs, his muscles taut pressed against your crotch. You began moving, slowly rocking your hips back and forth.

Ashton’s eyes were closed again, the only indication he was paying attention being the staggered breaths he took. You loved the affect you had on him.

You continued the movement of your hips, pressing down onto Ashton’s leg more and more each time. Soon your hands were at your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples. Breathless moans escaped your lips as you continued grinding against Ashton.

Impatient, you pulled down your panties, allowing for direct contact for your pussy against Ashton’s leg. You should’ve been embarrassed, this primal movement against your boyfriend who was ignoring you, but you were past the point of return. You could feel the fabric of Ashton’s pants against your clit, and you shuddered at the sensation. You pressed your hands against Ashton’s chest, his heartbeat as quick as your own.

You gasped as Ashton began to bounce his leg slightly, the movement sending vibrations through your center. You matched the circling of your hips to the pace of his leg, the combination of sensations sending you over the edge, warmth spreading through your body as you moaned, your pussy throbbing against his leg.

As you caught your breath, Ashton ran his fingers through your hair, his hands trailing down your neck and shoulders, down to your waist. He leaned forward, kissing your neck.

"That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen," he whispered into your ear, squeezing your hips. You giggled, kissing him and cuddling into his chest.

"Guess I’ll be doing some laundry," you said, motioning at his now wet pants leg. The two of you laughed, your stressful days forgotten.