my shoulders before heading that way. There was lighting back here, so I wasn’t too weirded out. I wondered if I should be. Finally, I made it to the single door and banged with the side of my fist. It was hard to, holding big ass blankets in both hands.
Within seconds, the metal door was pulled open so fast into a dark space, I sucked in a breath. Then I was yanked inside next and pushed into a wall as the blankets fell from my arms. It was Ashton. I could smell him before his soft lips met mine. And he kissed me. The door clicked closed, blacking out the space we were in, but his tongue created heat in my belly that shot between my legs. I kissed him back, forgetting to breathe, my hands all over his hard back. I didn’t know where to land them, just happy to feel him again.
“There you are,” I could hear the smile in his words, his lips still on mine, foreheads touching.
Did I really like this? Had to. It was why my nipples tingled.
“Don’t tell me,” my voice was so deep. “You missed me.”
He did laugh this time. “How did you know?”
“Your dick is about to shoot into my belly like a damn bullet.” My words dripped dryly.
Ashton chuckled again. “My dick? Yeah. But not your belly.” He lifted from me. “C’mere.”
He pulled me farther into the dark space. After a few steps, I could see the lit lobby hallway from a small square window on the door across the room. Then my body was swung around and head arched up for his kiss. My back to his chest, Ashton’s lips were hungry on me. His tongue aggressive. I felt his hands at my waist, fingers opening my jeans, unzipping me. Then he dropped behind me and motioned for me to lift my foot, and he slipped off my one sneaker.
What the…
What was he doing? What were we about to do? Was I okay with it?
When Ashton stood to his feet again, his face was in mine, voice thick and low. “You can’t be loud in here. Okay?” I nodded like a fool. He couldn’t see me, just hear the heavy breaths leaving my beating chest. “No matter what, don’t get loud.” He warned again.
Then he kissed me again. God, when did I like being kissed? No matter how many times I’d done this with Ashton, it was not enough. His hands were at my waist again. This time, he was lifting the hem of my sweatshirt. My spine shivered when it passed my tits. The lace over them made me feel naked. I could feel the cold air push right through the delicate material.
“Hands up,” he whispered. I obeyed, and Ashton stopped pulling the shirt when the material gathered at my nose. His hand fingered my mouth, then he turned me around. “Hold on to here.” He placed my hand on some type of pole that was just above my head, but not by much.
Then he was in front of me, kissing me again. It wasn’t for long, likely because he knew I needed to breathe. My nose and head were covered in cotton from my hoodie. Ashton unclasped my bra and when my tits dropped, a dry cry left my lungs. Now, I was scared. Horny and excited out of my mind, but scared.
His mouth was on my one nipple and fingers on the other. My hips swayed and grip on the bar above tightened to keep me vertical.
“Shhhhh…” he warned, then went back to licking and sucking.
The intense feeling sparked a fire in my panties. Then my jeans and panties were being pulled down. Soft kisses from his warm lips trailed the material. He tapped for me to lift my leg and pulled them from my foot. Ashton drew me at the hips until my back arched. My knees almost gave out when I felt his mouth on my ass…in my ass. Was this a mistake? Why would he do that?
He licked and licked until his tongue made it to my clit. Ashton’s rhythm on it made me dance, I was so close to the edge. Damn, I missed him. These four days had me wondering if the two before them were real. Did I really go all the way with Ashton Spencer? The way my body received his touch answered that ringing question. The firmness of his tongue over the right spot said yes. My hips moved