His moans vibrate against your lips, joining the sounds of mouths smacking wetly and soft, airy sighs of pleasure. The velvety press of his lips is broken by the hard touch of the metal rings that pierce his skin, the warm touch of his pierced tongue bringing the same as the metal ball tickles the roof of your mouth and the flat of your own tongue. His body is constantly moving; hips nudging between your thighs and flexing, pushing his denim covered cock against you and rubbing between your legs to create a friction that makes you whine pitifully.
"Ash...we have to stop." You pout as his teeth catch your bottom lip, tugging on it before letting it snap back. He traces the tip of his tongue across your kiss swollen lips as he reluctantly opens his eyes.
"Why?" he asks, sucking his snakebites into his mouth as your fingertips stroke up and down his tattooed arms, your gaze focused on the roaring lion tattooed on his muscled bicep. His bare chest is just as decorated, in fact most of his body is etched with ink that you could spend hours tracing with your fingers and tongue.
A wistful sigh leaves your tingling mouth, "My parents will be home soon." The thought of having to peel yourself away from each other and force Ashton out of the house wasn't appealing at all, but if your parents found you on the couch wrapped up in a guy six years your senior, let alone one covered in tattoos and piercings, it would be an understatement to say you'd probably be in trouble.
Ashton groans, dropping his head into your neck and giving you the chance to run your fingers through his mop of honey blonde curls. "Come to mine then." he says, his voice muffled against your neck, spit slick lips brushing across your skin. "Lets finish this off and order takeout." he thrusts his hips, pressing his hard-on against the crotch of your jeans and grinding enough to make you breathless.
"Ash." you moan, trying to force yourself to push him back but his kisses are trailing down your neck and along your collarbone. Your shirt is hanging off the arm of the couch above your head, your breasts spilling out of your bra from the force of his grips and thrusts. He sucks tingling spots across the soft flesh, his mouth firm and warm. "Stop."
The sound of car doors slamming makes the two of you shoot away from each other. Your mothers voice telling your father that he "better not think he's going to be watching football all day" getting louder by the second.
"Shitshitshit." you both scrabble to grab your tops, yanking them over your heads at breakneck speed. "Quick, hide behind the sofa!" you whisper, shoving at Ashton's shoulder as he jumps and rolls over the back of couch, dropping to the floor with a thud.
You rearrange your clothes, smoothing down your hair just as your mum walks in the door, your father shuffling behind her with arms full of shopping bags that makes you wonder what he did wrong this time.
"Darling, we're out for dinner tonight so I'll leave you money for food." Is the way your mum greets you, not paying any attention to your quick breaths or the way your shirt is actually inside out.
You plaster a grin onto your face, "Oh okay, that's fine." your voice is a little shaky and you know Ashton probably has his hand over his mouth to stifle any sniggers the entire situation stirs in him.
"Brilliant." She beams, heading down the hall and into the kitchen as your father jogs up the stairs and into their bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him.
"Quick." you whisper as Ash peeks his head up, quietly rolling back over onto the couch.
"I'll come back later, be ready this time." he smirks, dipping his head to kiss you before he tiptoes towards the front door.
You follow him, keeping and ear and an eye out to make sure he gets out okay, trotting down the street to where his motorbike is waiting. You have to bite your lip to contain your grin, shutting the door slowly enough that the noise the lock makes is minimal.
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