Ashton collapses on top of me, gathering me in his arms and kissing me deeply. Our bodies were still connected and our sweat mingled where our skin meets. My mind is whirling. Did he…did he really say that he loves me? Did he mean it? When he draws away, his eyes are so full of happiness. Ashton pecks my lips once more before pulling out of me. He gets off of the bed, disposing of the condom. I head to the bathroom and come back to the room in a daze. Ashton is laying on the bed again. When he sees me, a shy smile crosses his face. He pats the bed beside him. “Come here.” I bite my bottom lip, worrying it in my anxiety. I lay beside him, stiff and caught up in my own head. “What’s wrong?” Ashton asks, his brows furrowing. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” I leap up so that I’m facing him, my hands going to his face and chest. “No! No! I’ve wanted this since…fuck, since I was 13. I just…” My eyes lower, unsure how to broach the subject. He takes my chi
I wake up to warm arms surrounding me, the tickle of stubble on my shoulder, and the scent of Ash enveloping me. I stretch and smile, a small moan coming from my mouth. “Mmmm, baby. If you move like that I’m not gonna be responsible for what I do.” Ash rubs his morning wood against me, his hands beginning to wander my body. Now I’m moaning for an entirely different reason. “Ash…” my voice is a husky whisper, filled with desire. “What is it, baby?” he asks against my skin, his lips against the spot where the base of my neck meets the top of my spine. One of his hands palms my titty, squeezing it, while the other hooks my leg behind me around his waist, opening me up wide. His hand skims my leg as he moves back to the apex of my thighs, his fingers rubbing my clit until wet sounds come from his ministrations. It doesn’t take long. His fingers press into my entrance and my eyes roll back in my head. “Sam…” he breathes out, his voice filled with need for my body and abso
“What the fuck have you been doing? Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?” Matt is screaming into the phone and I have to hold it away from my ear before I can respond to him. “Jesus, Matt. Calm your ass down! I was up all night painting. I zonked out around 6 this morning. I’m just getting up.” I snap back at him. My mood had been great after my early morning and then wake up sex with Ash, but I had still just woken up and I hadn’t had my coffee yet. It was too early for Matt’s overprotective bullshit and I needed him to calm his little ass down before the stick that was up there broke in half and caused permanent damage. “What about Ashton? Why wasn’t he answering his phone?” Matt sounds a little mollified by my response, but he’s still got a bee in his bonnet and I need him to take it down a few more notches. “I forgot my charger, man. I slept until about 10 and didn’t realize it until I went looking for my charger through every one of my bags. I wante
We elect to watch “The Platform” on N*****x while we ate breakfast, but things took a bit of a turn. Apparently, watching me lick my lips to clean off the syrup was “too sexy.” He pulled my pancakes and fork from my hands and then pushed me down on the couch, pulling off the booty shorts and sweatshirt I had thrown on. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be able to kiss you whenever I wanted to,” Ashton whispers against the skin of my neck after pulling off my sweatshirt, my upper body completely barred to him. “To touch you when and how I wanted,” he says as his hands both move up to cup my breasts, squeezing them before tweaking my nipples. I moan, pushing my chest further into his body. He chuckles at the moan that comes out of my mouth, a low, possessive sound. He loves that he’s doing this to me. He loves that he can make me respond this way. “You are so sexy, baby,” he whispers in my ear before moving down my body to take my nipple in his mouth. “Ashton…” I sigh
As lighthearted as Ash had tried to make it sound when we heard about the school shut down and the cancellation of his interviews, we both are really freaked out. It doesn’t help that Matthew is calling every 20 or so minutes with updates from the government or from China or from a random, obscure website. Or that my parents are freaking out. Or that Ash’s parents are freaking out. Eventually, I put a ban on Matthew. He can only call once every two hours unless someone is dying, actively has COVID, or the world is coming to an end. The boy is so far up my ass, I’m surprised that he hasn’t started on his way here. I contact my advisor, Professor Shipley, to see what he thinks is going on. He and I have gotten really close, since he works in both the art and graphic design departments at NYU. He’s actually helped me combine my two mediums, painting and digital art, to do several different projects and it’s something that I want to explore when I have the time. Maybe I have t
While I was waiting for Ash, I freaked the fuck out by every thing that is going on. The fight for toilet paper sent me to the dark recesses of the internet and it was not a fun trip. I had no idea that seven days ago, there were 60 cases of COVID in the U.S. in 12 different states. Four days ago, the Grand Princess cruise ship was stranded off the coast of California because a man contracted COVID and died. 3,500 people were stuck on the ship and 21 of the crewmates have COVID. Wuhan province in China has had deserted streets for months because of their lockdown. Trump has asked for vaccine producers to accelerate their research. What a dumbass. Because that’s how science works. I’m reading through an article about possible causes of the virus when I jump at the sound of the locks on the door unlocking. “It’s just me, babe,” Ashton says as he opens the door. He starts putting things in the backseat as I try to get my breathing and heartbeat under control. I move to get
“You’re not coming back? Really? But all your stuff is here.” I’m astonished at what Kora just said. “My parents don’t want me coming back to the city. They’re worried about the virus and making sure that I can get everything that I need and honestly, I think they just want their family together in case the worst happens,” Kora says. Well, shit. That makes me feel real good about being here right now. Kora seems to understand what she just implied. “Oh, fuck! I’m sorry, Sam. You know I didn’t mean that. It’s just…” Her words fade out and I get it. “You’re scared. I’m scared to Kora. And if staying with your family is helping you feel better, then you should do that,” I say, trying to console my best friend. “I’m sorry, Sam. Thank you for helping me calm down.” “Of course, Kora.” Ashton holds me around the waist, his chin on my shoulder. He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Ok. Now that that’s out of the way, I’m going to need you to give me a play by play of w
I’m in my room, trying to give Ashton some privacy in the dining area to do his interviews. We’ve been under quarantine for two weeks and there is no end in sight. Over that time, it seems like many of the corporations have been trying to figure out exactly how to continue business as usual. Everyone is having to work from home and they’ve been scrambling as to how to do everything. Ashton is doing his interviews over Zoom. It’s the weirdest thing. We made sure that there was nothing behind him that might be objectionable, especially since this was the first time that his employers were seeing him. We can’t have the pink penis shot glass from Kora’s sister’s bachelorette party and pictures of the two of us at Spring Break in Mexico in the background. Not really a good look during your interview. He had gotten emails from all four of the agencies that he had been supposed to interview with asking if he would be comfortable doing the interviews online. Of course, Ashton wasn’