Ashton quips a smile. “Takes one to know one.”
He hands me back my schedule, and I fold it and tuck it back into a side pocket of my backpack before climbing back onto the bed.
“Scoot over.” I shove at him playfully. “You’re hogging my bed.”
The sly smile spreads farther across his face as he rolls onto his back, laying his head on my pillow, stretching out as he takes up the entire mattress. “Come and join me.”
I playfully snarl at him as I pounce on him. I straddle his hips, my hands firmly planted against his chest. “I should punish you for what you did this afternoon.”
He smirks up at me. “I’d like to see that; show me what you’d do to me.”
I lean down, my breath teasing his lips as I grind my hips against his. He grips my hips and his head dips back, eyes closing. “If this is your idea of punishment, I’m a glutton for pain,” Ashton rasps.
His voice is filled with lust, and it makes my insides tingle.
Rocking my hips against his drives my own body hotter, and I lean down, letting my breasts brush against him as I cover his lips with mine, needing a taste, craving him.
Ashton’s hands remain steady on my hips while he grinds back up into me as I rock my hips against him. He raises his body up, his lips moving to that sweet spot on my neck as he begins sucking and kissing, making my insides melt.
“Fuck, Ashton,” I mutter, realizing how quickly I’m losing control.
“Is that permission?” He smiles up at me and rolls us around, taking command.
“Yes,” I rasp, finding my body responding to his touch as he quickly disrobes me of my jeans, sliding them down my hips and tossing them to the floor.
His mouth is on my thighs, and the room is sweltering. I move my hands to my hips, lifting my shirt and throwing it across the room.
“You didn’t even wait for me,” Ashton quips, and he’s all smiles. “I like it when you take charge, but it’s my turn to be in control.”
My insides quiver at his words, and his mouth trails a warm path of kisses down my neck as he unclasps my bra, removing it before latching onto my breast.
His mouth and his tongue swirl over my nipple, his fingers deftly exploring my body.
I arch into him, his touch turning my body to molten lava. My fingers find the waistband of his sweats, my touch featherlight as I guide my hand to his shaft, touching him, needing him.
“Nova,” he growls and rests a hand on my arm. “I didn’t come in here to fuck you.”
“But you’re in here now, and I’m naked,” I say.
“Not fully naked. Let me help with that.” He hooks his fingers into my panties, sliding them down my hips in one smooth motion. “Much better.”
His breath is against my skin, burning a path of kisses back up my thighs as he caresses my legs and moves higher toward his destination.
“You have too many clothes on,” I say and try to sit up to reach his sweats, wanting him naked with me. “I want to feel all of you.”
Ashton moves off me, and I whimper, but it’s only for a quick moment while he throws his clothes off and climbs back above me.
“Where do you want to feel all of me? Here?” he asks, and his fingers tease my pussy lips before gliding his palm over my bottom. “Or here?”
My eyes widen, and I inhale sharply. “Definitely not my ass. That’s not yours to touch.” I swat his hand away.
Ashton grins and chuckles. “Are you sure? I promise it can feel fucking amazing,” he whispers into my ear, and I shudder.
There’s no way he doesn’t recognize what he does to me. My body is entirely his for the taking.
“If you touch my ass, I’ll fucking cut off your air supply, Ashton.”
“Got it. I’ll respect your boundaries,” he says. His mouth descends back onto mine.
