Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 23

Warning: Sexual content. Skip if you don't want to read!

I'm finally home from the hosiptial, but I'm not thinking about that. I'm thinking about my dad. How could he just show up out of no where after two years? It doesn't make sense at all, and I'm tired of trying. I really don't want to see him again, ever again.

"Babe." Ashton says, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I hum.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Why didn't you tell me you talked to Alex?" I ask.

"I didn't think it was important." He answers.

"So come here and assume that I invited him over?" I ask annoyed.

"I didn't assume anything and you know that. I simply stated that I saw him here."

"I need to shower." I try to get up. He pins me down.

"Can I join?" He winks.

"No." I pry myself from him and get up. I bend down to get clothes from my bottom drawer.

"Don't do that. He warns. I turn around and wink at him before going to the bathroom.

I hear him sigh and I roll my eyes. I know it's only been a month since we met really, but I can't help to wonder what'd it'd be like to take a shower with him... Or other things... Gosh Kaylee stop thinking about it, you're not a slut. But then again we are in a relationship and what we do is our business only. I don't know, if it happens, it happens. If not, then I can wait.

I've never really been one to think about sex, but with him it's different. I didn't think about a lot of things until I met him. But it doesn't really matter. The fact is that for now, I'm okay being with him, but I'm still not sure of my feelings towards him. I suddenly feel energy enter the shower.

"Go away I'm mad at you." I snap at him.

He doesn't say anything just turns me around by hips and pins me up against the wall. His wet hair covers his forehead and part of his eyes and he leans down to connect our lips. I try to push him away but his hold gets stronger.

"Looks like your punishment is coming." He chuckles a little in my ear. I bite down on my lip to keep from smiling, still trying to be mad at him.

He jams his hips to mine, making me feel his growing bulge and I gasp in response. His hands move up the side of my leg and brush past my inner high thigh. I looks at his eyes and they're playful, yet challenging. But I refuse to make a move. He tilts his head to the side as if asking if he can feel me and I nod. Not two seconds later, I feel his fingers circling my clit, making me give a small moan.

I cover my mouth to silence the moans threatening to come out. He slides a finger inside of me and I arch my back in enjoyment. He uses his other hand to hold me up and on my feet that feel like they could give out on me any minute. He pumps in and out and slowly gets faster as I let out profanities and soft moans.

"A-Ashton." I struggle to find my voice, feeling the pit of my stomach turn.

"Not yet babe." He pulls out of me and I groan in disappointment. I was so close. Fuck. I catch my breath for a minute while he grabs a condom and slides it on.

I'm bending down slightly, with my back to the wall. He reaches down and pulls up the back of my thighs and I involuntarily wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back slightly and guides his bulge to my entrance. Without warning he pushes into me and I lay my head back on the wall. My hands reach around his neck to his back and move my head to his shoulder. He's holding all my weight against the wall and I feel like I'm doing nothing, but by his soft moans, I can tell I'm making him feel good.

"You're so tight." He breaths in my ear. I let out a moan at his words, a little louder than I intended and immediately press my mouth to the front side of his shoulder to stop making more.

His pace is getting fast and I start to claw his back in encouragement to go faster. He gets my hint and pumps significantly faster than when he started. I breathe out and moan his name.

"Do that again." He whisper/moans.

"Aston." I moan in his ear and nibble on his earlobe.

He shift angles and hits my sensitive spot.

"Oh god." I moan.

"There?" He asks getting faster and harder. I nod in response unable to use my voice for anything but moans, his name, and profanities.

He keeps getting faster and I feel myself getting closer to the edge. It's so close and his moans get me there even faster. I can honestly say that I've never had sex in the shower, yet alone this good of sex in general before. He can tell I'm almost there and he kisses my neck softly, bringing his lips to breathe against my ear.

"Come baby." He moans and his words send me over.

"Fuck." I moan.

I tighten around him and let out one last moan before he does the same and spills into the condom. My toes curl and I arch my back, only to fall back into his chest.We stay breathless for a moment, trying to catch our breath.

"Oh my god." He says under his breath and pulls out, setting me down.

I don't really know what to say, so I just lean against the wall trying to gain composure before speaking anything to him.

"Wow." I close my eyes.

"You don't have to tell me." He says pulling the condom off and throwing it away. I suddenly feel self conscious and try to cover myself. He comes over and pries my hands off my body. "I should've told you this before, but you're beautiful, okay?" He says and kisses my lips sweetly. I nod. "You okay?" He asks.

"Just, uh, recovering." I tell him and look down embarrassed.

"Never had that before?" He laughs.

"It's not funny, I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week." I let out a giggle thinking about it.

He turns off the water and hands me a towel. I wrap it around my body before stepping out of the shower and dressing myself, Aston doing the same. I throw our towels in my hamper and he picks me up bridal style, carrying me to my bed. He climbs in after me and pulls my back to his front.

"You better be here when I wake up tomorrow." He whispers in my ear.

I turn around nuzzle my face into his chest. I smile a little and think about how what just happened, is something I've never felt before. Maybe this is right. I've never had a guy stay with me after sex. He always just left. Not that I've had sex with a ton of guys, but for the small number I have, they just get up and leave, not talking to me ever again.

It feels nice to cuddle with him. I don't think I ever really wanted to cuddle after sex, but for some reason with him, I do. Even though I wouldn't have had a choice in the first place. The part that gets me the most hooked to him is how he kisses me on the forehead, whispers phrases in my ear, rubs my back, and puts me to sleep in such a careful, loving way. I can't help but wonder if this will lead to love. Even though I've never been one for love, but maybe for him, I could be.