Many would think that being the private assistant of 5 Seconds of Summer would be easy, fun, not at all frustrating; getting to hang out with four attractive guys around my age definitely had its appeals. Yet, as I laid in a fluffy hotel bed, heart pounding as I was rudely awakened by a giant crash, it was pretty hard to think of any. My room was directly beside ‘Room Cashton’ as per usual, and they seemed to have woken me up right on schedule. The rest of the staff members collectively decided that one; after the hour of ten pm, the boys were completely and truly my responsibility, and two; considering they could knock on my door asking for assistance at any time of night, I was to have a room to myself. I considered just rolling over and going back to sleep, pretending that the deafening noise never woke me, but my conscious convinced me that the two precious man-children at fault would probably end up breaking yet more things, or even each other. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, audibly groaning as I slid my glasses onto my face, the world coming into focus. Two AM, the clock told me. Lovely. I didn’t even bother putting pants on under the large T-shirt I wore to sleep; my black boyshorts were covered by the material anyway. My hair was untamed, in a huge mess on my head, and I didn’t even need to lookto see that my make-up had smudged around my eyes in a terrible way. But it was two in the morning, I had no obligation to look nice for the two boys that probably damaged more hotel property in one night than I ever have. I pushed out of the heavy hotel door, slippers on my feet, hotel key and phone in my hand, immediately hearing loud giggles and a scream that was distinctly Ashton, all muffled through the wall of the hotel room. I knocked on the door with enough force that all noise suddenly halted. I waited there, arms crossed, annoyance evident on my face. “Come on guys, I know you’re awake.” I called, knocking again. The door opened slowly to Ashton, who was leaning on the door frame with a dimpled grin on his face. I glared silently, tapping my foot. “Fancy seeing you here at this time of the morning…” Ashton laughed awkwardly. I placed a hand on one of his broad shoulders, pushing my way into the room, already searching for the mystery damage. As I walked in front of the two beds, Calum's head popped up from behind his laptop, a giggle escaping his pink lips. “Ash, I think we woke the dead.” I stopped, sighing loudly at him, “Ha, ha.” I resumed my searching, “Okay, where is it?” I looked expectantly at both of them in turn. “What, your pants?” Calum chuckled, closing his laptop with a slap. “No, not my pants.” I mocked, sarcasm evident. Dealing with these two at the most ungodly hours of the night was not my favorite part of the job. “Whatever you two broke about ten minutes ago.” “We didn’t break anything.” Ash smiled, feigning innocence. “Oh, is that right?” I took a knee, flipping up one bed skirt and peeking under, using my phone as a flashlight. I did the same to the other bed, still finding nothing. I walked over to the closet, looking inside but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I looked back at the two of them, sighing. “Come on guys, just tell me what you broke. I won’t be mad, I just wanna go back to bed.” Ashton popped up, flopping on to the bed next to Calum. “Cuddle?” He grinned, his chirpy voice coaxing an unwilling smile from my lips. “I can’t cuddle with my bosses.” I shook my head. “Cuddle!” Calum echoed Ashton, tapping his fingers on his bare chest, his smile bright and wide. I rolled my eyes, hardly caring at such an hour, “Tell me what you broke first.” “After.” Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll find out no matter what but there’s no guarantee we’ll get our cuddles.” I stood there, weighing my options in my head. Being eighteen, I was incredibly lucky to have the job I did, and putting it in jeopardy would be plain stupid. Getting involved with your employers was…incredibly risky, to say the least. “Pleaaaaase,” They whined together, breaking my last shred of willpower. I sighed, padding my way through the room and crawling between them on the bed. They welcomed me under the covers as Ashton pulled me close. So there I was, sandwiched between them, Ashton pressing his whole lanky body to the back of mine, Calum with his hands hooked to the back of my knees, intertwining my legs with his. I could almost feel his smug grin as he pillowed his head into my cleavage. Their fingers tickled my skin as they rubbed little shapes into my hips, my legs. I shivered suddenly, drawing chuckles from both boys. “Cal,” Ashton whispered into my neck. “Mmm,” Calum groaned into my cleavage. “She’s pretty hot, isn’t she?” Ashton spoke, his voice low and raspy. “So hot,” Calum agreed, parting his lips to begin sucking on the sensitive skin of my chest. I felt myself dampening quickly, unable to process what was going on. Ashton began grinding his hips against my ass, drawing steady gasps with every thrust. “Boys,” I whimpered, “We can’t,” “The way I see it,” Calum moved up to catch my lips in his, “You’re just personally assisting us.” “Yeah, babe, it’ll be our secret.” Ashton slid his hand between my thighs, “Mate, she’s already dripping.” “Christ,” Calum groaned into my mouth, tugging on my lip with his teeth. I felt Ashton’s finger slide through my folds, picking up circles around my clit. I moaned outright, lacing my fingers through Calum’s hair and rutting my hips back into Ashton’s covered bulge. If this was how my career was going to end, that was suddenly okay with me. “I want to taste her.” Ashton groaned, sliding from behind me and laying me on my back. “Can I taste you, kitten?” I nodded my head, my lip between my teeth. Ashton and Calum exchanged a glance, “Unless you want her first, mate.” Ashton shrugged. “No, you go ahead.” Calum clapped Ashton on the back, moving to take my lips in his again. His hand slid under my shirt, pawing at me over my bra. “You have no idea how long we’ve all talked about this.” He breathed, moving to get my bra and shirt off. Ashton made quick work of my panties, leaving bites on the inside of my thighs and blowing air on the center of me. I arched my back, both thrusting my hips toward Ash and my chest towards Calum. “God, she has such a pretty pussy…” Ash groaned, pressing a long lick from my entrance to my clit, stopping to suck on me until I was panting. Calum's teeth pulled on one of my nipples, his other hand rolling my other. I let out a sharp cry, causing both of them to praise me, Calum’s lips catching mine. Ashton’s tongue was working relentlessly against my clit, bringing me closer and closer as Calum ground his hips against my thigh. “God, fuck, Ash, fuck.” I panted, digging my nails into Calum's back. Ashton laughed into me, pushing a finger into my heat. I tumbled over the edge, mewling and whimpering and moaning to the point that Calum kissed me, trying to muffle my cries. As I laid there, panting and trying to recover from my orgasm, Ashton licked himself off of his fingers, groaning at the taste. Calum dipped a finger into me, causing me to whimper again, getting a taste for himself. He groaned, “God, she’s so sweet.” “Fucking right, man.” Ashton nodded, pulling himself out of his sweatpants. Calum urged me onto my hands and knees, guiding my mouth around Ashton’s pulsing cock. I took him and he thrusted slowly into me, hitting the back of my throat softly. Calum lined up to my entrance, groaning out strings of curses as he pushed into me, rocking me back onto him and forward onto Ashton. I was coming apart around both of them, groaning around Ashton as Calum poked and prodded places that nobody had ever found before cursing as I pulsed around him. “That’s right kitten, take both of us like the dirty girl you are.” Calum groaned, bringing his palm down on my ass with a slap, causing a squeal to escape from my throat. Ashton groaned at the vibrations, gathering my hair into a ponytail with his hand. “She looks so hot,” Ashton threw his head back as we all neared our climaxes. Ashton came first, his load going down my throat in hot spurts. Calum flipped me over, pounding into me from on top, picking up the speed until we came together, moaning and swearing. They both cuddled me, stroking and petting and kissing my skin, praising me. “I…I need to go back to my room.” I stood up, drowsiness almost too much for me as I slipped my clothes back on. They both kissed me goodnight passionately, each copping a feel of my behind at the same time. I stumbled to the door, stopping as Calum called my name. “By the way,” He smirked, “We broke a lamp.”
