Ross Lynch Imagines

Sex Hair & Regret (spin-off II)

WARNING: very sexual content ahead

   Ross's lips briefly break away from yours, beginning to travel down your jawline to your neck. He continues to kiss every inch of your neck, until he receives a gasp from you as he reaches your sweet spot. You could feel him smirking against your skin, as he teasingly sets about to suck that sensitive area, most definitely leaving a hickey. He then trails back up to your lips, his hands roaming your body.

   Every one of his movements are cautious and weary, waiting for you to stop him, but you don't. You allow everything to happen, but you don't know how. It feels like Ross has casted you under some spell, not allowing you to resist.

   You feel your hands impulsively beginning to roam his shoulders, arms, and torso all the way to the waistband of his jeans. You could feel the imprint of his abs hiding underneath his shirt and his defined features. You've seen Ross shirtless countless of times, where you have stole a few longing glances, but you always wanted to admire him more. He is hot with a shirt on, but without is another story.

    You tug on the hem of shirt, a way of asking him to take it off. Ross kisses you once more before straddling your waist and lifting his arm ups to remove his shirt. He tosses the shirt aimlessly on the floor, reconnecting his lips with your skin. You fingers roam his bare chest, tracing over his toned and tan six pack, around his belly button, and his V-line. You wanted to just moan with every touch, but you were too shy to react.

   Unfortunately, you and Alex have never even reached this level of intimacy if there is any. You've barely even reached second base with him, in fact. Alex is a devoted Catholic, which you fully support, although he insists you two wait till' your married and on your honeymoon for sex. So you haven't had sex since before Alex, so you have been fighting those urges for him all along but now they are all clashing together with your amazing, lovable, hilarious, hot, hot, sexy friend which only turns you on more.

   You feel like an engine that's so dead dry and is in need of fuel and gas.

   But you don't want to seem desperate.

   Wait, why are you even considering sex? This is your best (fucking hot) friend, you're engaged, and you shouldn't be even kissing him, yet HAVING SEX!!!

    An involuntarily gasp escapes your lips as one of Ross's hands gropes your breast through his holed T-shirt. You can't contain your moans as they muffle against Ross's lips. He only smirks, knowing he is pleasuring you so much. Thankfully, you've never shared with Ross about the situation of intimacy issues between you and Alex, or else he'd think you were super horny from lack of sex. (Which you are.)

    You reach down to the hem of the shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it aside. Relief washes over you as you remembered to wear your matching lingerie today. It was pink lace from Victoria Secret that shows a lot of cleavage and the underwear is super innocent, but not exactly a thong.

   With none of you wanting to waste anymore time teasing and arousing each other, you hastily unbutton and unzip his jeans, allowing him to kick them off his legs. Ross's fingers quickly loosen the knot of his sweatpants on you, pulling them off your legs slowly and it was driving you insane.

   "Ross," you whine, not wanting to wait any longer.

   A chuckle escape his lips, but his face soon becomes serious again as his eyes examine every inch of your half naked body. His dilated, honey brown eyes are now dark and turned to the size of saucers. You pondered the last time he had sex, since you two don't exactly discuss your sex lives. You've joked about the awkwardness of each other's first times, but that was about it.