My brain misfires as I try to keep up with him.
One second he’s seeking entrance and the next my back is up against the wall and my leg is hitched up around his waist. His already hard length presses against me and I can’t help but move against him.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, tangling with my own, taking everything he needs. Although, I’m not sure if he’s taking when I’m handing myself over willingly.
I was right about his lips the first time I looked at them. Fuck, can he kiss.
He utterly consumes me.
His hand squeezes my throat as he loses control but at no point does it concern me, if anything, it just makes me crave more. More of his touch, more of his taste, just more of him.
My fingers fumble with his leather jacket until I’m pushing it from his shoulders. It hits the floor with a thud, but it doesn’t stop him.
His other hand slides down the underside of my thigh until he’s palming my ass. When he finds it’s bare, he groans into my mouth. His fingers continue down until he’s running them over the small scrap of soaked fabric covering me.
Ripping my lips from his, my head falls back, banging against the wall as an unfamiliar feeling races through me.
“You can only hide what you really want for so long, little one. Tell me you want this. Tell me that you want me to watch you shatter.”
“Ashton.” His name is meant to be a warning, but it comes out sounding like a needy whimper.
Slipping the lace aside, he runs his fingers through my heat.
“Fuck, little one. I knew you were desperate for me, but shit.”
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant as he teases me.
Just as it starts to get even more intense, he stops touching me and stands back.
Even with the limited light, I can see his chest heaving.
I watch as he tips his face to the ceiling for a beat, but I only get a second to wonder what the fuck he’s playing at because no sooner have I blinked than he’s back.
His fingers wrap around the hem of my top and he tugs it up my body. I’m powerless but to lift my arms and allow him to expose me.
The moment I’m free of the fabric, his hands cup my breasts. He squeezes and a loud sigh falls from my lips.
So fucking good.
“Watch,” he barks, and like the good little girl that I am. My head lifts of its own accord and I watch with fascination as his kiss-swollen lips part to suck on my nipple.
The second he connects with my sensitive skin, my entire body tingles with pleasure.
His eyes remain locked on mine and he sucks, licks, and bites, making me squeal with the weird mix of pain and pleasure.
I follow, totally lost in him as he moves to the other side.
Just when I think that’s all he’s going to do, he drops to his knees and begins kissing down my stomach.
Oh fuck, oh fuck. Is he going to…
His fingers wrap around my skirt and before I get to finish the thought he has it around my ankles, leaving me in just my white lace thong.
“Oh, little one. You’re way too innocent for the likes of me. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
The tearing of fabric fills the room as he rips my panties from my body.
He stares at me for a beat and my cheeks heat knowing that he’s eye level with my most intimate place.
Unable to look at him, I cast my eyes aside.
“What did I say?” My chin is in his grasp in a beat and I’m forced to look back at him. I find him standing once again, his dark hungry eyes staring into mine. “Look. At. Me.”
Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he stares at me. His eyes are impossibly dark, but there’s more in them than just his normal evil intentions.
“Wha—”
“No talking,” he demands before ensuring that I’m unable to spit a comeback by filling my mouth with his tongue once again.
His kiss is bruising as our tongues duel and our teeth clash. I give as good as I get as his hands roam around my body as if he doesn’t know where to touch first.
Needing to make some contact of my own, I slip my hands under the hem of his shirt. His abs jump under my touch, but I don’t get to enjoy trailing my fingers along the indentations for long.
His fingers wrap around my wrist and I’m pulled away.
“I’ll tell you when you can touch me. And trust me when I say that what you’ll be touching will be somewhat lower.”
I should be turned off, but fuck if every muscle south of my waist doesn’t clench with desire.
Both of his hands grip onto my waist and I squeal as I’m lifted into his body and spun from the wall.
His lips trail down my neck as we move, and as he descends lower toward my breasts once again, I lose all train of thought and concern that he might be heading for the door to expose me to the entire school. Something tells me that he’s not one for sharing if the way he removed Zayn earlier is anything to go by.
I tense as I think of him. I really hope Ash didn’t hurt him.
Ashton coming to a stop puts an end to my worries, reaching out he moves something that sends another plume of dust into the air and when I look over my shoulder, I see he’s revealed an old piano.
My brows pull together as I wonder what he’s going to do, but the coldness of the instrument’s wood bites into my back as he lays me out across it.
“Same rules apply. Watch. Me.”
Following orders, I scramble to prop myself up on my elbows as he pushes my thighs as wide as they’ll go and places my feet on the old wood.
My chin drops at the hungry expression
