Scars [Ashton Irwin]

Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN:

He had nice shoulders to cry on. That night was special not only because I realised that he cared about me, but also because that night we made love for the first time. Although I tried not to think of Jace, I couldn't help but compare how much more gentle Ashton was. Jace was the one to take my virginity, but Ashton was the one to make love to me for the first time. It wasn't just sex.

I kissed him first this time, because I could no longer contain my hunger for him. We kissed for a long time before things got really heated. He layed me down on the bed, not breaking the kiss. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and he groaned as an indication to me that he liked it. But things really got heated once he started kissing down my neck, and I tried to supress my moans but failed. He kissed me all the way from my lips to my neck to my breasts and to the waistband of my jeans. He was slow and gentle, almost like he was taunting me.

"Ash .." I moaned as he slowly began to massage my breasts. "Do you have a condom?" I asked, and he stopped.

"No. I didn't plan for this." He explained. "Do you want us to stop?"

"No." I shook my head. We couldn't stop now. I wanted this too much. "I think my brother has condoms in his room. I'll go and get one."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured into doing this."

"I want this just as much as you do." I said, biting my lip.

"Don't do that."

"What?"

"Bite your lip. It drives me crazy." He muttered, then kissed my lips again. "Go quickly." He said, and I almost ran to Kellin's room. I searched around in his drawers, but only found one condom. I decided to take it. His girlfriend was in America. He wouldn't miss it.

Once I was back in my room, I locked the door and joined Ashton on the bed again. He immediately attacked me with his lips. The desperation was almost palpable. My hands travelled down his toned torso to the the waistband of his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped them, struggling to pull them down without breaking the kiss. He pulled away to pull his pants off, revealing the prominent bulge that strained against the thin material of his underwear.

Before long, my jeans and my bra had joined the rest of our clothing on the floor and we were both now only left in our underwear. I feared that his erection might have torn through his underwear. But I was also too afraid to pull his underwear off and free his sex organ. He wasn't quite ready for penetration yet, because he still wanted to tease me.

He went down on me, bending one of my knees. He began to kiss my inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. He made his way closer to my area with his lips, but stopped abruptly and looked up at me.

"Baby, your thighs too?" He looked back at the cuts on my thighs and kissed those scars too. "Never again. Please. Don't you ever hurt yourself ever again."

"I promise." I said, only to get him to continue, but he wasn't having it.

"No. You didn't mean that." He moved back up so that he could look me in the eyes as he spoke. "Tell me that you'll never hurt yourself again."

"I-i won't." I promised. "And this time, I mean it."

He was satisfied with my response this time and continued where he had left off. Slowly, he rolled my panties down my legs and threw them onto the floor too. I was now completely exposed to him. Scars and all.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered, kissing my hipbone. His lips found mine once again, and I was able to slip his briefs off so that we were both left completely naked. Using his teeth, he ripped the condom wrapper open. I watched as he carefully rolled it down his impressive length. "You ready?" He asked, and I nodded.

He slowly pushed into me, and it didn't hurt as bad because it wasn't my first time, but there was a little discomfort because I had to adjust to his size. Once inside, he stopped to kiss me before pulling out, only to push in again. He went on slowly, kissing me every now and then and asking if I was okay. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots, and down his back as he made love to me, soft moans escaping from the both of us. It was when we both neared our climaxes that he quickened his pace only slightly. His thrusts got deeper, sending me over the edge as we both came undone simultaneously. He moaned my name and buried his face in the crook of my neck as we rode out or highs together.

As we tried to calm down and steady our heartbeats, he lay on top of me with his face still buried in the crook of my neck. "That was ..." he said breathlessly "beautiful."

He kissed my lips again before gently pulling out of me and disposing of the condom. He put his underwear back on before coming back to me. I did the same, and threw on his shirt too.

"Are you okay?" He asked, cupping my cheek with his large hand.

"Mm." I replied. I was in a trance-like state. I smiled sheepishly at him and he rubbed his nose against mine, his hazel eyes starring into my green eyes.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked softly.

"Thought you'd never ask." I smiled. He kissed me once again, and the sound of a car pulling into my driveway was heard. I pulled away from him and rushed to my window to check who it was. "My brothers home. We should probably get dressed."

The both of us rushed to get dressed and tidy the bed. I opened my windows and substituted the Lumineers record for Nirvana.

"Why are you opening the windows?" Ashton asked.

"It smells like sex in here." I muttered and he laughed.

"Nirvana?"

"My favourite band. I would kill you if it meant we could have Kurt Cobain back."

"I don't know how I should feel about that. My girlfriend wants to kill me." He laughed, and my stomach did something a little weird when he called me his girlfriend.

"You should feel honoured." I joked. "I'll be substituting you for Kurt Cobain. People will love you for dying."

"Yeah, but that would mean that I can't do this anymore." He said and kissed my lips.

"Good point." I laughed in between kisses. There was a knock on my door, and I knew that it was Kellin. I got up to unlock the door and let my brother in.

"Hey, Kenzie." He greeted. His eyes wondered over to Ashton, then back to me. "So whats the first thing that I think of when I come home and you're alone in your room with a boy?"

"Relax, Kellin. We were just listening to music." I lied. I knew that Kellin wasn't convinced, but he nodded anyway.

"I showed the guys the sketch." He informed me.

"And?"

"They liked it. We'll just show it to our manager, and you, my dear sister, could be the new designer for all of our album art."

"You're shitting me!" I exclaimed.

"Nope. Thank me later." He smiled. He was in a really good mood, and I wondered why. "I'm gonna go down stairs. Keep the door open so that I know nothing funny is happening in here."

"Yes, father." I rolled my eyes. He was too late.

"Writing and designing? Can't we snatch you up?" Ashton laughed after Kellin had gone.

"One band at a time." I said, holding up my finger.

"I should probably get going. It's getting pretty late." He said.

"Oh. Yeah, okay." I nodded. He stood from where he sat on the bed and came toward where I stood near the open door. He put his hand on my hip and kissed me.

"See you tomorrow morning?" He asked.

"I'll be here." I said, and we kissed again before he left.

"So, Ashton?" Kellin asked once I had gone back into the house after walking Ashton to his car.

"He's not Jace." I started. "I really like him. Please don't kill him."

"Come tell your big brother all about it." He said, patting the spot next to him on the couch.

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