He had to be coming over again, that stupid Ashton Irwin with his freaking curly hair and his damn eyes and rippling muscles that all absolutely paled against his massive and irritating ego. 'Course our moms had to be friends and we went to the same school so I saw him all the damn time but no one else every seemed to be able to see just how much of an ass he was. So to the point, how long can I stay up here in my room with my laptop and phone without Ashton disturbing me?
The answer was not long.
"Hey nerd girl!" I heard Ashton call banging his way into my room. I groaned turning to face him. He had the cocky smirk on his face as he fell onto my bed, making himself at home when I didn't want him too.
"You know I don't like you." I said turning to face him as I shut my laptop closed crossing my arms across my chest.
"And you know I just can't leave it at that and I got beer. Let's have fun up here." He said tossing me a can of beer. I snapped it open. Maybe alcohol would make him less irritating.
"So, why do you insist on being a dick?" I asked taking a few gulps. He drowned some of his beer before giving me a flash of his big famous smile. I seriously hate him. I've hated him since he pulled my hair in second grade; I've hated him since he pushed me in the fourth grade halls; I've hated him since he dumped lemonade on my head in sixth grade; I've hated him since he ruined my chances with my crush in eighth grade; I've hated him since he's only ever been a dick to me.
"Maybe it's just like I'm some dude in second grade." He said laying back on my pillows. I glared at him. Come on man, I slept there for god's sake.
"I know that's your maturity level but I don't understand if you could possibly have the mental capacity to make another point about it." I said crossing my arms using my toe to spin the desk chair a little. He looked into my eyes.
"Don't you like notice how my little brother is when he's trying to get the attention of his crush?" Ashton said leaning further into my bed. I thought back to the times I'd picked up the little guy and such from school and hung out with him at parties.
"I remember him throwing sand down her shirt but that's all I got." I shrugged.
"Yeah, he can't be nice to her." Ashton said gulping more of his beer while I sipped more of mine.
"Right... I just don't think you can be nice to anyone." I sighed glaring at him a little over my beer.
"That's not true..." He said firmly setting his can on the side table.
"Oh, then I guess you just can't be nice to me!" I snapped taking a chug of my beer.
"Exactly!"
"Ok, you gave me beer, I can't figure out what you're saying." I sighed setting my beer down.
"I'm saying I like you and I've been a dick this whole time because of that."
"Ashton Fletcher Irwin that is not how you treat girls!" I cried.
"And I made you hate me but I just couldn't be nice or something..." Ashton said running his hand through his hair.
"I do hate you! I've hated you because you've been a dick but you've been a dick because you like me?"
"I am not a smart person!"
"I am well aware of that!"
"But Ashton... You liked me?"
"I do like you... I always liked you... I just wish I could have been more like honest about it all..." He mumbled.
"What did you think would happen when you were a dick with me?" I asked thinking back on everything. I mean it did make sense but at the same time, I'd spent years of my life hating him because he was a dick and to find out that he was a dick because he liked me is a little hard to grasp.
"I thought you could have found it endearing or you would maybe get mad and mistake that angry passion for something else or you know, you'd somehow understand that maybe I did in fact like you and you'd come to like me too..." He said twisting his hands together.
"So you were never mean to mean just to be mean to me and make me cry and stuff right?" I asked edging closer to him wheeling my chair toward him on the bed.
"I hated seeing you cry when I did something but I tried to comfort you." He said his hazel eyes glinting in the lamp light in my room. He was earnest and sincere. Had he manage to hide his feelings behind being a jerk?
"I remember, as kids when you made me cry, you'd run off and bring me ice cream or candy or something..." I said and he chuckled.
"It's changed these days, now I want to take you out and get you presents and hold you..." He trailed off chuckling to himself.
"Ashton..." I said in a low voice. I moved closer to him rising from the chair and putting my hand against his warm cheek. He was staring at me fixedly as I moved closer to him my eyes searching in his.
If that's all the torture was... how could I hate him?
I pressed my lips to his gently, as if I could find some more explanation there...
Before long, I couldn't seem to break away. His warm lips had certainly captured mine. Kissing him was unlike kissing anyone I had kissed before and I was so getting lost in it. His warm hands with his long fingers were lost in my hair and pressing into my back bringing me closer to him. I felt all the heat coming off his body as my arms wrapped around his neck. I slid my fingers through his hair as he pulled me ever closer still lost in kissing each other. I was beginning to think that I couldn't possibly trust anyone more than I trusted him... He had defended me with others and now that I knew he truly cared.
He pulled me to him while he leaned back on the bed. Our legs tangled up as I laid on top of him. He was getting delirious and his tongue grazed my lips before sliding in and tangling with mine. He pushed himself up and flipped me over putting himself on top. I felt him move and start press hot and hotter kisses into my neck. I felt my breath getting shorter as his tongue grazed over my skin sending shivers up and down my spine. One of his hands pressed into my lower back making my body rise to meet his. His other hand searched over my torso and waist brushing and pressing over my hips and curves as if running over a soon to be familiar surface. I his hands sliding up my waist and coming to a halt just below my breasts. His lips left any trace of my skin.
"Baby, we don't have to go that far or far at all. I can't believe I am kissing you anyway..." He said pressing his forehead into mine.
"Ashton... I want you, now..." I said in the silence of my room. Ashton's eyes locked onto mine.
"What...?" He said slowly. He seemed to think this wasn't real. I frankly had just grasped that he liked me.
"I want you... I want to have sex with you know..." I said running my fingers down his face.
"You can't tell a guy that... He's just gonna have his way with you..." He insisted cupping my face in his hands.
"Then have your way with me." I said cocking an eyebrow. His mouth fell open in surprise.
Suddenly his hands were positively gripping my hips forcing mine against his making me feel the boner forming against my leg. I wrapped my legs around his hips grinding against him and pushing my chest to his. His hands rose up to my chest sliding under my shirt and pressing into my skin. His hands were deliciously warm as his fingers worked my breasts just a little roughly. I ran my fingers up and down his back tugging his shirt and scratching until he pulled it off over his hand. My hands explored his bare chest and back more heat coming off of him. He slid the shirt off of me trailing kisses from my mouth down to my neck and chest then my nipple as my bra feel away.
Quicker than that, he tugged off my jeans then his before my underwear was lost as well. He run his finger over my clit and folds softly.
"Hmm, are you getting wet now honey?" He whispered sitting back on the bed glancing down. I squirmed against his fixed stare. No one had ever seen me naked before so I was getting suddenly uncomfortable with the idea. When he saw my squirming, his eyes locked on mine and the friction of his fingers slipped away. "Are you sure you're ok?" He asked quietly.
"It's just..." I started, unable to get the words out. I knew he wasn't exactly a virgin so...
"You're a virgin, huh?" He said with his hands on my thighs. I nodded shyly.
"I'll be gentle then, but we can stop if you like..." He said tracing circles lightly over my skin. I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows.
"Ashton, I want you..." I whispered raising a hand. His hand slipping into mine interlocking our fingers.
"Alright... We'll have to make sure you're pretty wet though, so it doesn't hurt too much..." He whispered reassuringly.
"I...trust you." I said as he smiled softly. Gently his fingers ran up my inner thigh to my heat running up my folds again. He moved slowly and my hips bucked up toward him.
"Do you want more?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah..." I sighed getting a preliminary grip on the sheets. His fingers slipped just inside my folds then pressing into them before he moved them to start tracing fingers over my clit. He moved with a steady purpose focused on me as I arched my back, almost too sensitive to his touch. I could feel my juices on his fingers pooling as my stomach tightened...
"Baby, you close?" He whispered sliding a hand up my stomach. I nodded raising my back off the bed. He chuckled, before he plunged his long finger deep inside me.
"Shit!" I cried out feeling something in there was different and I felt like I could explode with it.
"SO responsive..." He teased sliding his finger in and out. I began moaning underneath him with his focus on me. His finger started sliding in and out faster and faster. Ashton was driving me insane and he new it. I guess some of the cocky ass was still around. He began sliding in another finger before scissoring them both in me. Within a few moments, I came undone, my juices falling against his hand and fingers pooling more.
"Holy...." I moaned catching my breath as he removed his fingers.
"I think you're wet enough..." He said with a chuckle getting a condom from his jeans. He tugged off his briefs putting the condom on. He sat back on the bed before taking my hands and pulling me toward him fast enough that I landed straddling him with his hard on pressing into my stomach.
"Ashton..." I sighed sliding my fingers through his hair.
"Hmm, is this a good position?" He asked and I nodded. He gently lifted me up with his hands on my ass until he was at my entrance. "Ok..." He said helping me gently lower onto him. I buried my face into his neck feeling him fill me up. I felt pain at it but at the same like every nerve in my body was stimulated in that sense. My nails were digging into his back until he began lifting me up and lowing me back down at a torturously slow pace at first. Steadily he got faster until I had to throw my head back to keep from screaming. He took the chance to attach my neck thrusting up into me as I lowed onto him. We went faster and I felt all my control waning. Finally, he got sloppy like I did until we were both climaxing lost in each other. When we had gained our breath he lifted up my blanket wrapping it around my shoulders as I still sat straddling him. I felt his lips kiss my forehead before I lifted my gaze to his.
"So....... We had sex together." He said with a cheeky smile.
"Guess we did."
"I really like you."
"But in the grade school way."
"I'll work on being mature for you." He said kissing the top of my head.
"Alright, and I guess I like you too."
"Oh thanks." He said chuckling pulling me closer.
