All day Ashton wouldn't pay attention to me. He was always on his phone or playing video games on the Xbox. Anytime I called for him or asked him something he would mumble an incoherent answer under his breath, leaving me frustrated and annoyed.
Later that day, I was sick of it so I casually walked into the living room, sitting down next to him, putting my hand on his thigh and scratching my index finger on his clothed leg.
I inch my hand up closer and closer to his dick, palming him through his sweatpants.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Ashton asks, looking at me from his phone.
I don't respond, instead I kneel down in front of him, slowly pulling his sweatpants down.
"Erin, c'mon not now-"
I cut him off, running my teeth over his boxer clad cock.
"E, baby," he mumbles, running his hands through my hair.
I look up at his green eyes, asking for permission as I put my hands on the hem of his boxers to take them off.
He nods his head, biting his lip.
I start off by taking his cock in my hand, pumping his shaft slowly then speeding up my pace.
"Yes, Erin," Ashton moans, throwing his head back.
Before he says anything, I take his cock in my mouth, pumping what can't fit.
"E-erin," Ashton mutters. "Please."
I bob my head up and down as I suck on his cock, licking the underside of his shaft.
Before he releases, I take my mouth off, standing up to take my shirt off.
"Strip for me, babe," Ashton begs.
"Remember what I say. I don't mix work and pleasure,"
"You didn't say that when you were sucking my thick... hard cock at work," Ashton bites back. "Or when you were begging to cum when I was fingering you."
"Oh you wanna play that game, Ash?" I chuckle, sliding my jeans off. "I'm really good at these games, trust me."
"Show me," he smirks.
Instead of joining him back on the couch, I walk back to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
After taking my panties and bra off, I lay on the bed, starting to rub my clit, trying to get some friction.
"Ugh, Michael!" I yell, loud enough for Ashton to hear.
I play with my nipples, getting more impatient for Ashton.
"Mikey, yes!" I grown, throwing my head back.
The bedroom door flies open, revealing an angry Ashton.
"Excuse me?" He questions, slowly walking over to me.
Instead of answering him, I just lick and bite my lip, waiting for him to do something.
Ashton gets on the bed, hovering over my body. He takes my wrists and pins them above my head, breathing heavily.
"The only name you should be screaming his mine, and only mine," Ashton growls.
Ashton rolls over, letting me sit on his lap. I start to grind my hips into his, the material of his jeans on my sensitive area making me vulnerable for any sort of touch by Ashton himself.
"Ashton, please do something," I whine, gripping the thin material of his shirt.
"Be a good girl for me, okay?"
I lick my lips before nodding my head. I take off the annoying shirt he had on, throwing it across the room.
"Why did you put these back on?" I whine, unzipping his jeans again and sliding them down his legs, along with his boxers.
"Do you wanna ride me, baby?" He asks, gripping my hips.
Instead of answering, I take his cock in my hand, easing it into me.
"Ashton," I groan, the feeling of him inside me unrealistic.
I get used to the feeling of him inside me before grinding and moving my hips to create more friction.
I bend down, moving my hair to the side as I blow raspberries on his stomach.
When I get to his face, I stare into his beautiful green eyes before kissing him with passion and lust.
"I love you so much, baby," I mutter against his lips, but then my lips end up on his nose and his cheek as he takes himself out and slams back into me.
"I love you so- so much more," he whispers, kissing my lips over and over.
He starts to rub my clit, making me throw my head back in euphoria.
He moves his hands from my hips to my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples, making me a moaning mess.
"Ash- I-I'm g-gonna c-cum," I manage to say, riding his dick faster.
"Cum for me baby," Ashton whispers, his grip on my hips tighter than before.
As I reach my climax, Ashton soon follows, letting out a jumble of swear words along with it.
I stay on Ashton's lap, trying to catch my breath before getting off of him to clean myself off.
~*~
Later that night we lay in bed, tangled legs and my head on his chest, scratching up and down it.
"Why did you all the suddenly come in the living room and ya know?"
"You weren't paying attention to me all day," I whine, looking up at him. "I had to catch your attention some how."
"Aw babe, I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that bad, and I wasn't trying to ignore, I just thought you were busy and didn't have time to talk to me-"
"I always have time to talk to you, baby," I sit up, brushing his messy, curly locks away from his face.
Before he answers, I place my lips over his, kissing him passionately.
"I love you so, so much, princess," Ashton says against my lips.
~*~
Ashton's hair.
