Mr Irwin | Ashton Irwin

Seventeen

I was sat in my room at 1am. Claire is with Mr Sheeran for like the seventh night in a row. My phone buzzed from the beside table.

Ashton:

Hey baby, I really cannot sleep at all. I saw you walking to your room a while ago and I need relieved like right now x

Me:

I'll be down in a few minutes x

I threw my phone down on my bed. I decided to take my bra off because he always takes forever undressing me. He always tries to make it intimate and slow but I really hate when he teased me. I threw on a vest top and bed shorts.

I walked out my door, closing it as quietly as possible. I was walking down the stairs when I heard a voice. "Where are you going?" Calum stood at the top of the stairs, only in his sweats and a snapback. Oh god, did he look hot in a snapback.

"I have to just go and do something," I said. "what are you doing?"

"My roommate has decided to snore really loudly," he chuckled.

I sighed, "I'm sorry Calum but seriously, I need to get down-"

"Stay with me," he pouted. He made his way down to me. He wrapped his arms around my back and kissed my forehead sloppily. It made me want to cringe so bad.

I pulled out of his grip. I said, "I'm sorry." I went to run down the stairs when I noticed Ashton at the bottom of the stairs. He said, "Get over here miss Deyes. Hood, if you don't want slaughtered then get into that room of yours." Calum briskly hurried into his room.

I walked down to Ashton. He grabbed my hand and hurried me down the corridor. He immediately pushed me away from him when he saw mr Stephens. Mr Stephens said, "What on earth are you two doing? It's one o'clock."

Ashton turned to me and sternly said, "I want those paper on my desk on Monday. I hate setting homework on a Friday but you've left me no choice."

I sighed, "Goodnight sir."

I turned my back and walked off, as did Ashton. I walked into my room and flopped down into my bed. Just then, my phone began to buzz. It was Ashton. I answered and whispered, "Ashton? What are you doing?"

I heard him making muffled sounds, like his breathing was laboured. I then realised what he was doing. I asked, "Are you seriously wanking?"

"Babe, join me," he whispered, "I need to hear you."

I muttered, "Fine. This is ridiculous." I kicked my bed shorts and panties off. I whispered, "Ready?"

"Come on baby," he practically whimpered.

I slid two fingers into me. A soft whimper left my lips. I whispered, "My fingers are nothing compared to you Ashton."

"Princess, I'm almost over the edge," he panted, "Once I'm finished, I'll come and help you."

I quickened my pace on myself. Soft moans escaped my lips. I pressed the phone between my ear and my shoulder as my other hand went down to rub my clit. On the other line, I heard Ashton moan, this wasn't any moan, this was the moan he made as he orgasmed.

A few minutes later, he had calmed down and he was getting dressed to come to my room. I whispered, "I'm so close Ash."

"No," he whisper yelled, "Not yet."

"I can't help it Ash-"

"Stop now," he growled. He softened his voice and whispered, "Right, I'm running down the corridor."

I took both my hands away from my core, leaving me right on the edge and agitated. I moaned, "Hurry Baby."

He hung up the phone. Just then, he burst in the door, closing it behind him. He was only in his sweats and a red bandana. He ran over and gripped my hips as he hovered over me. He kissed my lips. I pulled away and whimpered, "Ash please."

He slid his hand from my hips to my core. He rubbed my clit with his thumb. He whispered, "Ready?" I nodded. Whilst his thumb worked wonders, two of his long fingers entered me. I moaned in pleasure and threw my head back. Finally, his long fingers filled me. I arched my back and wriggled under his touch.

He began to curl his fingers up at her pumped them in and out of me, hitting my g-spot each time. Each time he hit the spot, a whimper escaped my lips. I whimpered, "I'm coming."

He did one hard and fast thrust, hitting dead on my sweet spot. I threw my head back, my back arched more, my legs shook with pleasure as I moaned loudly. His free hand clamped down onto my mouth, muffling my moans. He kept pumping his fingers slowly, riding out my orgasm.

I took his hand off my mouth. I reached up and put my hands on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. They felt sensational against mine. He pulled away briefly to suck my juices off his fingers before reattaching our lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth and tangling with mine.

I have to admit, it was strange to taste myself off his tongue. He pulled away before placing a short kiss on my lips. He lay down on the bed beside me, taking my hand into his, intertwining our fingers together.

He looked across to me, his eyes somehow sparkly in the dark room. He softly spoke, "We should get under the covers. It's a chilly night tonight."

We both got under the covers and remained lying beside each other. He dragged me by the hand over to him, pulling my body on top of his. I leaned up briefly, removing my vest. His eyes widened when he noticed that I didn't have a bra on. I shrugged, "what? I don't sleep in a bra."

I lay my head back down on his chest, looking out the window at the moon. His free hand traced shapes comfortingly on my lower back. He whispered, "Where do you see yourself in ten years time?"

"Well, I'll be 27," I sighed, "Let's face it; if you aren't married by 27 and you're a woman then you are desperate to be married. I don't know though. I definitely see myself in some sort of relationship. I hope it's marriage. I've always wanted two kids."

"So do I," he softly spoke, "I would like a boy first. You know, so he can beat up the bullies for his little sister. Well actually, I would teach him not to use violence. . ." He kept rambling on for ages about his future. The strange thing is, I didn't tune out, I listened to every little detail he had to say.

The strange thing is, halfway through his story he changed all the "my kids" to "our kids". I don't think he even noticed. It was almost like he had this picture in his mind of all the wonderful memories we are yet to share.

I've always had one of these pictures; I never knew who the man was though, he was always a silhouette. Now I know, this man is Ashton.