The Arrangement

Chapter Sixty

Time kind of seems to suspend for a moment, everything else slipping away as Ashtons hands come to my hips, gentle yet deliberate. As our lips move against each other hastily, I feel his firm a little as he guides me towards him until the distance between us disappears entirely.

With a fluid motion, he shifts me onto his lap, and I find myself straddling him, our bodies aligning seamlessly. The change in position brings a new level of intimacy, one that is both thrilling and slightly overwhelming. I can feel the solidity of his frame beneath me, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and it grounds me in the reality of this moment.

After all the anger and hurt I've been feeling over the last few days this is the last thing I'm expecting to happen. Yet that's pushed aside by how caring he's been. He's tried everything he can do to look after me, make sure I'm okay and tended to me in the softest way possible.

Although there's a whirlwind of emotions crashing through me I wholeheartedly let that comfort and the passion of the moment we're caught up in now take control.

Heat sears through me, the warmth of his skin brushing beneath my fingertips only intensifying the feeling ten fold and before I even realise I'm doing it, I'm rolling my hips. My bare core rubbing against the hard length of him through his towel. The friction only briefly dampening the throbbing sensation.

As his hands roam from my hips in rough rushed movement my slips down, left to pool at my waist, completely forgotten as he pulls me closer to him.

My pebbled nipples brush against his chest causing a shiver to run straight through me and all I can think about in this moment is how much I want him.

He pulls away momentarily, his breaths coming in ragged pants. "Blair are you-" he begins but I quickly cut him off pressing my lips back against his.

I don't want to think about this right now because if I do I might stop and ask it stands that's the last thing I want to happen.

His hand slips down between us and I gasp as his fingers stroke against my sensitive core. His strokes slow and languid it's nowhere near enough. Rolling my hips I attempt to build the friction, chase the pleasure I'm desperate for right now.

It's nowhere near enough for me to get anything from it and I have a feeling he knows exactly what he's doing as he continues and the need builds inside me.

My nails claw at his skin and in response his teeth clamp down on my bottom lip at the same time I'm rewarded as he applies pressure to my clit and pushes his fingers up into me.

Pleasure explodes through me as goosebumps spreads across my whole body. The way his fingers work inside me, building that pressure that has my toes curling.

"Oh god" I whimper as my hips start to rock slightly.

"That's it baby" he directs, his free hand coming to my throat as he grips slightly, cutting off my air supply.

It feels so intense as his hand tightens, causing that lightheadedness to seep in. It's such a euphoric feeling I have absolutely no shame in the way my body moves as I ride his hand to chase my own pleasure.

His mouth crashes against mine with such a ferocity it causes my lips to swell but it's when he pulls away and those dirty words come that I lose it.

"Make yourself cum baby, like the desperate little whore you are" he coaxes, "ride me like you want to ride my cock" he then growls and I cry out when he pushes another finger into me. Stretching me in a way that both burns and sends electric currents running through me.

When I feel that euphoric peak nearing closer and closer I move my hips faster, until I'm bouncing up and down on his hand, a wet sound coming from between us and filling the room.

Then it hits me, my whole body shudders as raw pleasure erupts through my body. With a strangled cry I collapse against him as he takes over his fingers fucking me so hard I have to bite down on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming.

His fingers coax me through wave after wave of pleasure until I'm a shaking, panting mess. Wet heat gushes from me soaking us both and my whole body convulses.

Only then does he shift us both so I'm laid on the bed with him coming down on top of me, his boxers gone and his cock pressing against my entrance.

There seems to be a beat of hesitation from him that comes out of nowhere as his eyes meet mine, seemingly searching for something.

"Ashton just fuck me, ple-" my plea dies off as I cry out the moment he bucks his hips, stretching me wide whilst he fills me completely.

His breath is hot against my skin as he buries his face in my neck and nails me into the mattress. His hands gliding down my thighs causing goosebumps to explode over my skin as he brings my legs to wrap around him, pushing him deeper inside me, more than I even knew was possible.

My nails rake down his back, my breathless moans muffled as his mouth comes to mine, swallowing each and every one of them that comes with every harsh buck of his hips.

Rolling my hips I meet him thrust for thrust, a sense of desperation coming from us both as the headboard hits off the wall.

I feel that intense pressure build low in my stomach, my walls clenching around him as another orgasm rips through me.

"You're so fucking perfect, mouse," he groans against my skin, as he doubles his efforts, pounding into me like a feral beast until his hips stagger and he grunts, his cock twitching inside me as he cums and fills me with his release.

This has probably been a huge mistake that I'm bound to regret later. But in truth as we lay together, with him still over me, his cock still buried inside me as we both pant and attempt to come down from our highs, I truly don't regret anything right now.