How it started™ | Ashton Irwin Fanfic

Chapter 29

Ashton lifted me up by my thighs and slammed me up against the walls, kissing me passionately. His hands moved upwards to my shoulders and he unzipped my dress. He breaked from kissing me so he could take off this shirt as I played with his pants zipper. I unbuttoned them and they slid down his legs. He kicked then off.

We were now in our underwear, which was as far as we'd ever gotton. Ashton went back to kissing me and fiddled with bra hooks. He wasn't great at unhooking it so I helped him. My bra hung from my upper arms from the straps. I let it drop. Ashton's hands went to my breasts and he sneaked a peek at them. He smiled at me and continued kissing.

My hands went to his boxers. I slipped my fingers over the soft material and felt his waist. I gripped the underwear and pulled them down slightly. Ashton helped to get them fully off. Wow.

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The night ha been a great one; one I would remember for the rest of my life. After, I lay in bed with Ashton, his body tucked around mine and we fell asleep.

I woke earlier than him and didn't wake him. Instead, I gently got out of bed, pulled on a robe and trudged into my father's room. The door was closed but not locked.

"Dad?" I called.

"In here," Simon answered. I walked forward and found my dad lying in his bed reading The Times.

"Hey!" I grinned and joined him in the bed. I cuddled close to my father and rested my head on his shoulder.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Great," I replied, "and yourself?"

"Tired, I mean, you absolutely didn't keep me up all night with all that noise you two were making." I went tomato red.

"Umm, what are you talking about?" I tried to play it cool and act as if Ashton and I hadn't done anything last night.

"Don't worry, Cliff, I didn't hear anything so don't bother telling me what or what not happened," Simon answered. Phew.

"Don't worry dad, nothing happened," I lied. Actually, last night had been one of the best nights if my life. I mean, c'mon, dinner in London with Ash and then sex with Ash. Oh my gosh, what didn't happen last night!

"Let's not venture into the subject, Cliff. I don't want to have that conversation with you at all," Simon chuckled, but I knew he meant it. He never really showed much interest in all that girly stuff that moms were so much better at. I could honestly talk to my mom about anything, but Simon was Simon and he was blunt with that stuff.

"Okay. So what's on the agenda today?" I asked.

"London Eye, maybe. I have to meet Ellie for tea," he answered.

"You talk about her as if she's an unimportant person," I remarked.

"God save the Queen," Simon mocked. Yes, Ellie was Queen Elizabeth II and Simon would be having tea with her. That sounded so English, oh my gosh, but that's literally what she did: drink tea and represent the country.

Would you like to come? I'm sure Ash would love to meet her," Simon asked.

"Sure," I answered. I'd keep it a surprise from Ash, and maybe take a few pictures at Buckingham Palace and then mysteriously the gates open and we're whisked off to have tea with the most powerful woman in the world. No biggie. Huge biggie.