If the moon was shining I couldn't tell. The LED lights shining all over the place, different colors everywhere, made it hard to even tell if it was night time. I was sure it was though, just as I was sure my feet were killing me from standing on them for hours and hours. It was all worth it though. I got the chance to go to Warped Tour and I'm so glad I didn't let it pass by. Everyone was looking at me so weird though. Maybe it was because I didn't resemble "someone who listens to this type of music" well news flash for them, this music is the music I blast at my house, in my car, everywhere. It's like I had a sign on over my clothes or something.
"God I can't take it anymore." I whined, bending down to take off my shoes.
"What?" My friend asked, then realizing I was taking off my shoes. "Oh don't do that right here, let's go on the side of the stage."
There weren't that many people on the side of the stage, so I was able to sit and remove my shoes. "Ugh, why do my feet hurt so bad..." I groaned, massaging them. My friend sat beside me and we waited for the next band to take the stage. While we were sitting there, a group of guys walked past, having the same idea that we did and taking a seat on the ground next to us.
"What brings you boys out here?" I asked.
"Tired. Tired brings us out here." A tall one with blonde hair replied. I analyzed all four of them. They all were pretty attractive, but one in particular caught my eye. He was kind of tall, not as tall as the blonde one though, he sort-of wavy hair that parted to the side and the cutest grin, with dimples adorning his cheeks.
"I know the feeling. My feet are killing me." I told him, rubbing my feet some more.
"What's someone like you doing out at a place like this anyway?" The one I found cute asked. Here we go again... I thought. Might as well flirt a bit right?
"Well, you don't look that punk rock either mister." I retorted, seeing him smirk in return. The other boys laughed and I saw him blush.
Surprisingly, we spent the rest of the concert with those boys. I learned that they were in a punk-rock band and I found out that the one I liked was named Ashton and he played the drums. They invited us back to the house they were staying at for pizza and there was no way we were turning that down. Throughout the whole night I kept trying to get close to Ashton, as close as I could without making things too weird. These boys were actually really cool and so far we were having a great time.
Ding-dong... The doorbell rang, signaling the pizza was here. Michael handed him the money, then jogged back in the living room with two boxes of pizza, which we finished very quickly. We sat talking and I felt my mouth get dry. I tried taking a sip of my drink, but then found that it was empty.
"Um, can I have another drink?" I asked, looking straight for Ashton, who lifted his head at the sound of my voice. He nodded, standing up and taking my drink out of my hands. The entire night I grew more and more attracted to him. God, his bicep and the way he talked. How he touched his sideburns during a conversation and then rested his hand on the back of his neck. And not to mention his smile, his smile made me smile throughout the night. God, I had to have been losing my mind. I just met the kid, how could I have been so attracted to him so soon. God, but his biceps.
I quickly got up, acting on impulse to stop my thoughts from running around anymore. I walked into the kitchen seeing him pouring more pop into my glass. He noticed I was there and lifted his head to smile at me. "Thanks." I said, taking my glass out of his hands. I took a sip—no I chugged it, my thoughts were running wild it made my heart beat fast and my palms get clammy. Ashton noticed and laughed at me, I suddenly felt stupid and a blush rose to my cheeks. I chuckled, setting down my glass.
He stepped closer to me, but I refused to look at his face. My cheeks were rosy red as he brought a hand to tuck a stray hair behind my ear.
"You know, I noticed what you've been trying to do. All night." He said in a hushed tone, tracing a finger along my face and then under my chin, lifting my head so I could meet his gaze. I noticed his eyes looked darker than when we first met.
"And what have I been doing?" I asked him, whispering against his lips since his face was so close.
Instead of a response with words, his lips were on mine, haste and powerful. He pulled me close, our bodies were touching and radiating off heat that could have burnt a hole though paper. Out lips moved in sync while his hands gripped me by my waist and I could feel him start to stiffen through his jeans. I moaned into his mouth, quite loudly, causing him to pull away and place a finger to my lips in a "shh" motion.
He laced his fingers with mine, and quietly pulled me out of the kitchen, careful so the others wouldn't know of our whereabouts. Our feet were quick down the hall and into a bedroom that I assumed was his. Our movements were haste yet hushed as he shut the door and our lips were on each other's again. He walked us backwards, my knees hitting the bed making me fall backwards, his bodyweight on top of me. I pushed myself to the top of the bed, feeling the plush pillows around my fingertips, but that didn't last long as they were soon fumbling with the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side. Ashton did the same with his, then kissed the corner of my mouth, trailing kisses down my jawline. My back was no longer against the bed as I quickly flipped us over, keeping our lips attached. My hand reached down in between our bodies and I began to rub him through his jeans, making him moan into my mouth. I could feel myself wet form it. He slapped away my hand, unbuttoning his jeans and I did the same to mine. Trying to be as fast as I could with sliding them down my legs and tossing them where our shirts lay. I didn't know how it happened, but then my panties and bra were off, as well as his boxers. God, he was hard and I was so wet for him. I didn't know it would lead to this, but I was under no circumstances to complain. Even our kisses were making me see stars.
I crawled up his body, placing my lips to his and my center over his tip. I felt him stretch me as I lowered myself onto him. There was not one part of me that wasn't feeling some sort of heightened sense. I gripped his forearm, biting my lip to suppress loud moans. He filled me up better than anyone ever had before. I lifted my hips, then lowered them, slowly at first to get used to him. He grunted, flipping us over and pounding into me. I let out a high pitched noise, slapping a hand over my mouth to suppress any more loud exhales. One of his hands were next to my head, holding himself up—I peeked at it, seeing his muscles flex—while the other was on my hip, nails digging into my skin.
My legs wrapped around his waist as the sound of skin slapping filled the room. If there wasn't a risk that the others could hear, I wouldn't have my hand over my mouth suppressing my moans. I hadn't even known how long we'd been going because he just felt so good, hitting my g-spot each he pushed himself back into me.
After a few more melodic thrusts, he began to get sloppy and I shut my eyes tight, feeling a knot in my stomach. I released onto him, drawing blood from my lip from biting to hard. My hand fell from my mouth and both of them found their way to his hair, pulling at the pieces on the back of his neck. His head fell on my shoulder and I felt his breathe, hot and fast against my skin. With one final pull-out, he flopped down next to me, rubbing up and down his shaft to finish himself off.
My breathing was uneven and my heart rate was fast as I climbed on top of him, kissing down his chest to where his hand was doing the work. I smirked up at him through my lashes, taking his hand away. I licked the precum from his tip, it was throbbing and I knew he was close—that and the helpless look that was in his eyes as he peered down at me. I wanted him to feel the same pleasure he made me feel so I placing my mouth around him and began bobbing my head. It didn't last long before he twitched and I felt his warm load against the back of my throat. I swallowed, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
I plopped next to him, still having not fully recovered from my on high. I closed my eyes, my chest still rising heavily, and I swore I could have seen the stars in the sky.
"That was fun." Ashton said breathlessly. His tone was hushed, but still had a hint of proudness behind it. I nodded, biting my lip. He turned on his side, placing a kiss below my ear.
"Want to be seeing stars all night?"
