Loving Ash [a.i.] {Original Version}

Chapter Nine: I thought he was someone else

Song for this chapter:

Kiss You by One Direction

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Chapter Nine: I thought he was someone else

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{Ashley}

Kissing isn't something I'm experienced in, but to say this guy was a good kisser would be an awful mistake. He was all tongue. I have one word for him: ew.

I pulled away, hiding my disgust. That was the worst kiss so far and there had been quite a few.

"Damn girl," the guy, I can't remember his name, said. "You're a great kisser."

"You're not so bad yourself." I fake giggled, swallowing my disgust and hoping he would forget this happened. "Why don't you give me your number and I'll call you later?"

He smiled drunkenly at me, taking my phone and typing his number out. "Call me, hot stuff."

I walked away quickly, heading to the bar for a drink. That was my eighth make out. I was feeling a little bit like a slut, but shook that feeling away when I saw my next victim. He was a cute blonde guy, standing with a beer in one hand and the other deep in his pocket. He was standing with a couple of other guys, but looked rather bored.

Taking a sip of my own beer, I caught his eye and smiled. He smiled back, showing off his white teeth and a cute dimple in his cheek. I batted my eyelashes and bit on my lip, a new trick I had acquired over the last few guys. Blondie's smile grew and I saw him tell his friend goodbye before walking the short distance to reach my side.

"Hello beautiful," he said in a confident Irish accent. That made him even cuter in my eyes.

"Hello to you too," I let out a soft laugh.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, holding out his hand. He seemed slightly drunk, but was definitely holding his liquor well. I nodded, downing the end of my beer and grabbing his hand. I heard his laugh behind me and it made me smile. His laugh was adorable! "I like a girl who can hold her liquor."

We walked onto the dance floor and a grinding song came on. I wasn't that great at dancing, and grinding was something I rarely ever did. Oh well, I had to win the game. I pressed my back against Blondie's front, swaying my hips against him. I heard him groan, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into my neck, which caused me to press closer. He smelled really good and I couldn't help but close my eyes.

I felt him back up and whimpered as I lost complete contact with his body. The warmth was back before I knew it, his hands rubbing light circles on my stomach and his lips pressing softly against my neck. I moaned as he sucked lightly on my skin. I started grinding on him, earning a stifled moan from him.

The music was loud and the beer was beginning to fog my mind. The guy behind me suddenly tugged me around so I was facing him, pressing his lips firmly against mine before I even registered his face.

His lips were soft, moving easily in sync with mine. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, warmth spreading throughout my entire body. Everywhere he touched me burned. His tongue brushed hesitantly against my bottom lip, almost as if he were scared to take the kiss any farther. I parted my lips, curious to see what he would do.

My hands were tangled in his hair, tugging lightly and earning another soft moan. He had one hand on my waist and the other in my hair at the back of my neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth and brushing against mine. He pulled me closer, if that was even possible, before we were roughly pulled apart.