Plot Summary: Michael is marrying someone who isn’t you, you declare your love for him and tell him he should marry the one he loves. He has a choice, you or his fiancé Abigail. Who will he pick?
This could become a mini-series if you guys want part two. If you do wan’t…
"Anonymous said:Hey can you make a jealous Ashton Smut with like bondage and toys and all that good stuff?”“Ashton-” “I said quiet and I meant it.” He whips me again on my inner thigh and I moan loudly, whimpering and he kisses me, “Good girls dont touch themselves.”…
Stay Awhile (Ashton Smut)
"Just fucking…no feelings…no strings…no exceptions."
Those were the guidelines I whispered into the ear of the one and only Ashton Irwin. I knew who he was. He was our local bad-boy, probably dabbling into things he shouldn’t and never outgrew his rebellious, teenage boy phase. He was attractive with power to boot and when he’d shown up at one of the most sought out and expensive clubs in the area, I knew I wanted him.
“You can’t pull that off. Girls always fall for me, you can’t keep it purely sex.”
I laughed. He obviously didn’t know me. “Your ego is too big. Don’t worry about me falling for you…it would never happen.”
“Don’t be so sure about that honey.”
I smacked my lips, “you know what? I’ve changed my mind. Your ego is too big for my tastes.”
“I’ve definitely got a big ego. I’m sure I could satisfy you,” he growled in my ear.
“I’d like to see you try.”
"Wait here," he said then disappeared. I danced by myself to pass the time, catching the gaze of many others but I only wanted one person tonight. Hands snaked around my hips and slid up my dress, rubbing me through my panties.
"Let’s go. There’s a black van waiting in the back. Are you sure about this?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded and he took my hand, leading me to a door that opened into the alleyway where a black van was waiting. It took us to a nice hotel and we hurried inside.
I wasn’t offended by all the secrecy to get us to the hotel unseen. I, equally, did not want anyone to see us together. It wasn’t the hate from groupies of his or any people out to kill him but my own social standings. I didn’t want the entire empire I’d created from my grandfather’s start-up empire to crumble, all for nothing more than a simple fuck. I wasn’t going to ruin my reputation with potential clients so I could carelessly fill my sexual needs.
When we reached our hotel room, most likely organized by someone Ashton knew because we didn’t want to be seen coming from each other’s houses, he shut the door, pouncing on me immediately. He attacked my lips, bruising and pulling at my hair as I fought to tear off his shirt.
"Feisty, aren’t we?" He chuckled.
"You have no idea," I murmured against his lips.He shoved me against the wall, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist as he licked and nibbled along my neck and collarbone, which was the softest and ticklish spot on my body besides along my spine.
I moaned into the kitten-licks and gentle caress of his teeth, bringing his large hands down to my upper thighs, sliding them up so they took the hem of my dress with them, exposing my red lace panties. I grinded my clothed heat against his crotch, earning a groan from him that vibrated along my clavicle, which felt like heaven.
"Oh my god," I croaked, voice hoarse and deep from lust and want. He reached up, digging his fingers into my hair and clamping them onto my scalp, yanking my neck to the side and pulling the strap of my dress down. He dug his teeth into the tendons barred, soothing the pain with the coolness of his tongue, darting across my skin and feeling so good as it trailed down my chest.
He yanked the rest of my dress down my body, taking my strapless bra with it, resting his teeth at the tip of my breast and sucking my nipple in. He bit harshly into the bud and I yelped with pain, jumping and grabbing his shoulders, sighing and knees shaking as he ran his tongue over my nipple relentlessly. His other hand reached up to give my other breast the same amount of attention, gentle caressing my nipple with the rough,calloused pads of his fingers. He switched and when I dug my nails into his shoulders, I looked down to see him smiling up at me, my nipple trapped between his grinning teeth.
He kissed and nibbled along my rib-cage, down my stomach to my pelvis, biting against each point of my hip. I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged, pushing my hips forward into his waiting mouth. He hooked my panties with his finger and pulled them down slowly, tossing them somewhere behind him.
"Oh Y/N, you’re soaking wet…poor baby. Do you want me to help you?" He teased, winking up at me.
"I swear I will castrate you if you don’t do something Irwin."
He chuckled, “you are feisty, I love it when you talk dirty baby. You want me to touch you, you want me to love your core?”
"Yes," I groaned, my voice cracking as I tossed my head back. He rested my legs on his shoulders and pressed me against the wall, lifting me up onto them as he stood. I wrapped my legs around his head and when I felt him lick a stripe down the slit of my core, I nearly lost control.
I hadn’t felt this in a while and it was nearly killing me. My own touch was not nearly as satisfying as the touch of another but no touch could be as satisfying as Ashton’s upon my core. He tongued my clit, sucking it into his mouth and harshly pulling on it. I cried out, using his head as leverage as I pressed his face farther between my legs. He obliged to my needs and proceeded to tongue-fuck me into oblivion.
He set me down as I came down from my high, nearly unable to stand. Instead, I got down to my knees in front of him, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down his zipper, yanking his pants down his legs. He pulled me back up and kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth and softly touching mine, slowly but surely pulling me under an intoxicating spell.
"I won’t last, Y/N. I can’t last."
"You can…I won’t take no." Slipping my hand into his boxers, I stroked his length with a feather-light touch. He shuddered under my touch and placed his hands on the sides of my head, trapping me against the wall as he nibbled on my ear.
"Baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to cum."
"I’m perfectly fine with that. We can work you up again," I whispered into his ear, licking the outer-shell and tugging on the lobe. I traced my lips along the back of his ear and down his neck, biting into his collarbone, his skin salty with a thin sheen of sweat and the hint of cologne resting on my tongue. I pulled his boxers down and traced his tip along my clit.
"Stop," he grabbed my wrists and pressed them into the wall, rubbing himself against me. He stepped out of his pants and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a condom and ripping the foil with his teeth, rolling it on himself. "I want you now. Jump."
I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist as he positioned himself at my entrance, slowly sinking into me. He let me adjust for a second before jumping into a face, angry pace. I groaned, pressing my face into his neck as he attacked my g-spot, reaching down to rub my clit as I tightened myself around his thick length. He groaned, pounding himself into me as I screamed out in pleasure, gripping his shoulders deeply. I hadn’t ever been fucked as well as he was giving to me right now, I was on cloud nine before I’d even hit my high.
My orgasm was nearly approaching and I could feel myself getting tighter and tighter around him. I knew he was around the corner because he started to jerk and get sloppy. He pounded even harder, faster, and deeper to make sure I hit my high. Then it all crashed around me and I screamed his name into his shoulder, feeling my legs turn to jello but he wasn’t there yet and all the extra pounding caused a third, mini orgasm to add to the aftershocks of my second one. I latched on tightly to Ashton because if I let go, I’d fall to the ground and loose myself. My vision went white and for a second I think I blacked out. I felt like a monsoon had gone on, ending the drought I’d been feeling.
He picked me up and laid me on the bed as I sighed deeply, still feeling tingles from my double orgasm.
"You okay beautiful?" He asked me, brushing the hair back from my face.
"Mmm hmm," I responded, sighing as he gently brushed over the deep, purple marks along my body that would remain for days on end.
"We should do this again sometime," he whispered in my ear.
"You’re probably the best fuck I’ve ever had, we are definitely doing this again." I got up from the bed and got dressed. He stared at me from the bed as I placed the dress over my head.
"Where are you going?"
"Home. No strings…no feelings…no expectations…though your ego was definitely bigger than I imagined." I called my driver to come around with the limo at the back of the hotel.
"You aren’t going to stay the night, not beg to cuddle?" He asked happily.
"I’m not into that mushy shit. I got that out of my life years ago."
"Right. Famous female entrepreneur, rich grandfather, business passed down."
"You got it and I have no intentions of having anything more to do with you than fucking."
I left to meet my driver, and old friend, Alby down in front of the hotel. In the late hours of the night, no one would see me as I climbed into the limo and it pulled away to get lost in the city of Sydney. We reached my penthouse and I walked up to my room, passing out on my bed.
In the morning, I changed out of last nights dress and lingerie set for soft, cotton underwear set, yoga pants, and a loose-fitting t-shirt, scrubbing my face free of make-up and throwing my hair into a sock-bun. I took my contacts out and place hem in a solution, putting on my old, black nerdy glasses before heading down to the kitchen for something to eat.
Alby was in the kitchen when I wandered in for breakfast.
"Good morning Alby." I sat down at the island, scooping the fried eggs into my mouth and taking a bite of my Vegemite toast.
"Good morning Y/N. Do you know what you’re doing with this boy?"
"Yes Alby. I’m careful. I don’t like him like that, he is just an outlet for my sexual frustrations." I drank my orange juice as I nibbled on a banana.
"Remember what your grandfather said."
"Keep your enemies close and love far away from you or you will never succeed." I rolled my eyes and picked up my coffee, jumping from the stool and putting my dishes in the sink.
"I know you Y/N, ever since you were a small girl. You are a sucker for a challenge."
"I’d hardly call this a challenge. I’ll barely see him, he’s always on tour or at meet ups, doing shows. It will only be when he’s in town and we want each other." I walked out onto the terrace and looked down at the city below me. I wouldn’t fall for Ashton Irwin, it was impossible. My heart was made cold by years of neglect from my parents and the death of my grandfather that broke my heart. The only man I ever had any actual time for was Alby and he will be the only one.
I made a promise to myself that day, on that terrace, that I would never fall for Ashton nor any other man.
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