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My favorite position (Ash)

"Aaaaand breathe out!" the instructor told us from the screen. "Very good!"

I let my chest fall, my eyes closed in concentration. It had been a solid hour since we started our yoga session, after a thirty minutes run in the park. My body was begging me to stop but my mind was telling me to be stronger and to keep going. The DVD came to its end and I sat in a yogi position on my mat to regain composure, while Ashton got up and reached for a towel.

"Y/N you’re not coming?" Ashton asked me wiping his face from the sweat.

"I dunno, haven’t got my share of exercise yet, maybe I’ll just practice some more…" I thought aloud.

"I was going to take a shower but maybe I’ll stay with you, I could use being a bit more…bendy." he mumbled getting back to the floor.

"Being all-muscles isn’t bad either!" I teased referring to his appealing body, I swear he blushed a little.

I got up and resumed to my moves, bending forward keeping my legs straight, making sure my back was in his sight, I heard Ashton let out a heavy sigh.

"Something wrong?" I asked matter-of-factly.

"I was thinking about those twitter and tumbler accounts that have only pictures of girls in yoga pants."

"What about those?"

"They’re damn right a girl in tight yoga pant is heaven. You make it actually hard for me to focus when we train." he giggled shifting position on the mattress.

I took in the information. Ash and I had been friends for nearly forever, I’d even say best friends. We did everything together and always had a hard time dating because none of his girls and none of my boys would understand our relationship, even though things were clear on our side. But during these last months I had started to see Ashton differently. We were not kids anymore, and the immeasurable love I had for him had grown into something else I couldn’t quite point. His impressive physical change didn’t help at all, in the span of a year Ashton had gone from cute to hot, growing some muscles that had me thinking about him late at night, hand between my thighs. I was embarrassed to feel that way about my best friend, and even more knowing he wouldn’t see me as anything but a sister. Sister-zone, worse than the friend-zone if you wanna know, no bridges to cross, no way to escape. Despite this, I had started to do my best to impress him a little, the yoga training outfit definitely being part of the plan.

"What about going to the pool tomorrow?" I asked him. I had bought a new swimsuit I was dying to show him.

"Erm what about resting tomorrow?" he shot back. "We could watch a movie and stuff."

I hesitated for a second.

"Y/N really you’re doing way too much it’s unnecessary, your body is already smoking hot." he sighed sitting up so he could catch my eye.

I stared back at him, and took in what he had just told me.

"You think so?"

"I am so much thinking so that I am sitting on the floor right now because I can’t stand up without you noticing you got me a little hard." he truthfully admitted, mischief obvious in his eyes.

I dropped to the ground on my hands and kneed and slowly crawled to him. This was my chance to take.

"What are you doing?" he

"Since I was the one to cause this I guess it’s only fair that I take care of it don’t you?"

My heart froze for a second, waiting for his answer, praying all Gods I knew that he wouldn’t turn me down because I would let myself die of embarrassment for saying this…

He gulped and nodded, relaxing me enough so I could pull the strings of his sweatpants, exaggerating my moves.

"I wonder what you hide underneath these Irwin…" the sexy girl in me who rarely showed up slurred in his ear. I licked his sweet skin right under, finding the birth of his newly grown beard, exhaling hot breath to tickle him.

He rose slightly to take his clothes off, and I was instantly greeted by his already nicely hard dick. I gave a crooked smile to show him my approval and took a bold lick right on the head.

"Oh God…" he flattened his hands on the floor to hold himself, legs parted for me to stay in between. I took him between my fingers, pressing up and down on the length my tongue still focusing on the head, twirling around it like a lollipop.

His eyes were shut in straight lines and his teeth worked the soft skin of his bottom lip in a sexy way that had me wanting to suck him even better. I took him deeper in my mouth, bobbing my head around him and hollowing my cheeks making wet noises that triggered low moans from Ashton. My hand flew to his balls, rolling them kindly between my fingers, careful to keep this pleasurable and according to the yelps erupting from his throat I was doing a fine job.

"Fuck you’re good… My turn." he panted pushing me on my back and dragging my tight pants down in a rush.

He sucked on his incredibly long finger and was quick to push it inside of me provoking a drop in my stomach. Pushing in and out of me excruciatingly slow but making sure to make me feel every move he made, Ashton drove his other hand to my breasts, kneading them through my sports bra. He curved his finger up to scratch at my wall so far thanks to its length that I squealed under his touch. I was barely able to control my moans at this point, sighing his name lowly.

"That’s right love." he growled adding a second finger to pump.

I whimpered at his actions and saw him smile, gently easing his giant fingers in my soaked pussy. I didn’t want to cum on his delightful fingers though, I had other plans for us that had kept my late nights busy for the past months…

I positioned myself on my hands and knees again, inviting him to take me doggy-style.

"Wait, isn’t that the yoga dog-cat whatever position we do?" Ashton laughed deposing sweet kisses at the bottom of my spine right above my bum.

"Drop the sass and fuck me already!" I begged trying to suppress a laughter too. "And that’s my favorite by the way."

"Good, it’s my favorite too." he kneeled behind me between my legs and ran the tip of his hot dick along my wet slit.

"So inviting…" he murmured before plunging his cock inside of me, making me suck in a breath.

He gave me a bit of time to adjust to his size and I started rocking my hips against his, telling him I was ready. His massive hands gripped on my hips forcefully as he settled a slow rhythm but a violent pressure, going amazingly deep.

"Ashton harder!" I encouraged him practically screaming at this stage and not caring the slightest if this didn’t last too much, which anyway was literally impossible for me in this position.

He didn’t need to be asked twice and thrust with all his might, allowing himself a quick slap on my bum that had me squealing his name again. His dick rubbed me hitting on my G-spot perfectly thanks to this perfectly angled position, and I arched my ass higher to feel him more if that was even possible. His short nails dug into my skin showing his need and desire for me as he kept roaming his shaft deep in my heat.

"Fuck Y/N!" he brought his magic fingers to my clit and rubbed the craziest figures on it, tapping gently at times. I felt him cumming and he bucked our hips together in a hurry, crushing his fingers against my clit with such pressure that I came without a warning. I let out cries of pleasures, surrounded by warmth and let the sensation hit me in successive waves, intensely riding out my high.

"Best sport ever right?" I sassed him panting.

"I’m in for exercise tomorrow."