Farrah
His lips encasing my own, ramming softly as muffled moans escape his throat. We push through the swinging door way to the women's bathroom when we hear heated moaning and rapid skin slapping. Ashton and I stop where we are, letting the gross sounds of another couple in our sex room.
Wait did I just say...couple?
The skin slapping against one another is sickening, yet sort of hot. I wonder who could be in here, who found out our secrete hiding place?
Being the impatient twat Ashton is, he lets out a cough, hoping it will grab the attention of the current sexual players. All sounds stop and one of them curses quietly, yet still loud enough for us to hear.
"Who is it?" A male voice rings out,
"God damnit... Calum?" Ashton groans, banging his fist against the closest bathroom stall, which happens to be very disgusting.
"Ash?" Calum replies, which is followed by the sounds of clothes being put on and anxious shuffling.
Ashton turns around and brings his arms around my waist, looking me directly in the eyes. His simply hazel eyes shining brighter than the sun when they match my gaze, making me swoon. I feel a tingle up my spine and a can of butterflies flutter my stomach, but I push down the feelings, not daring them to surface. I push him away softly, not wanting this. This is only sex, and I repeat, only sex. no feelings.
He gives me a huff and a dry laugh, then turns back to Calum and an early twenties looking girl next to him. Their hair both ruff, their skin, bruised with recently given hickies, and they smell absolutely awful. Is this how Ashton and I smell after sex?
"This is uh, this is Jordan." Calum introduces us to the slim brunette. She returns a sheepish wave and blush, as her arm brushes Calums. If she turns red after a slight touch, she must have been a tomato in the small. I giggle to myself and return the wave, while Calum pats Ashton on the back walking past him.
The two leave the bathroom in a hurry, seeming to have somewhere to be. I still feel a faint pant in my breathing and I hadn't realized my lower region in a sense of selfishness. Need. Want. Need. Want. I let this thought surface my thoughts, and it becomes more of a daydream than a reality.
"I'm so selfish." I whisper under my breath as I slide down the side of the bathroom wall.
"What do you mean?" Ashton pushes, trying to hold down his pissed off tone forcefully gleaming through.
"I want you. I want every single bit of you inside of me. Then after I want to relieve you from work and put you into a blissful euphoria, I want to consume your pleasure with ease and show you how good I can be." I mention, keeping my gaze fixed on the flooring.
"Well never have time for that unless we start now," Ashton smirks, taking my pale hands into his grasp. I don't think he fully understands what I am saying, but maybe he got a little piece of it.
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SORRY SORRY IK IM TERRIBLE
sorry my writing isn't very good atm, I've been neglecting my stories bc finals finals final finals
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-Jordan @CTHisbae :)
