Lonely Heart

Twenty-One

His lips ignite a fire, sharp hot tingles racing from my lips, through my bloodstream until they settle as the dull burn of something forming deep within my stomach. My hands lifting to card through the mess of loose curls on his head as his hands drag my hips closer to his, if that's even possible. His tongue presses gently against my lips until they part, the air in the room drastically heating up as he pushes me backwards, blindly guiding me through the house with his lips still attached to mine.

"Jump." He barely pulls away, his lips tickling across mine as he instructs me, his large hands catching my thighs with ease. My ankles locking behind his back as he moves up the stairs, no doubt towards his bedroom.

As soon as the door is shut behind us I am being tossed against his bed, my mind only registering for a second how comfortable it is before his eyes have me held captive again. The hazel rims of his irises almost gone, blown black as he slowly trails his eyes across my face and down my body. Part of me wants to hide, wants to not have him looking at me so greedily, but the other more dominate side wants to never let him stop watching me like I am his everything.

"I missed you, angel." His voice startled me, his stare having captivated me so fully as to block out all noise.

"I—" "shhh." He puts a finger over my lips, "Daddy will do the talking." He adds, his eyes falling from mine to my upper chest as he licks his lips. "Don't make a sound, angel. Unless it gets too much. If you speak I stop." He adds, stroking his long callused fingers down the side of my face and neck, goosebumps erupting alone the trail they take. Biting back a whimper at the sensations his words are causing I nod.

"Good girl." He hums, his hands meeting at my chest, squeezing both breasts in a quick yet firm way that makes me want to gasp, as he trails his long fingers to the hem of the sweatshirt I have on.

"Daddy thinks you're wearing too much clothing, Angel." He lowers his head slowly, kissing up my stomach as he lifts the hoodie from my body, my back arching to help him remove it fully.

"Why don't we leave your hands up here." He smirks, gently straightening my arms over my head.

"Yes, daddy." I quickly bite my lips together as I realize I broke his first rule.

"Don't panic, angel, I'll let that one slide." He chuckles lowly into my ear, his warm breath following a trail of sloppy kisses down my collarbone. His lips and teeth kissing and nipping across my upper chest, teasing at the edge of my bra. My body aching for more as he pushes me to the brink of verbally begging.

"You're being such a good girl." He chuckles into my ribs as his tongue dances across my sternum. His hand slowly pushing below me and expertly undoing my bra. The material being dragged up over my head and off my arms as his eyes stay glued to my chest. To my surprise he doesn't stop to enjoy the newly exposed skin, his hands suddenly rushing to rid my body of all clothing. Leaving me bare and exposed fully in front of him.

"My angel is the most beautiful angel." He hums, his warm hands gliding across my skin as he touches every part of me except where I want him most. The inside of my lips going numb from how tightly I'm biting them to hold back all noises.

"Sexy as hell, angel." He kneels a leg between mine as I move to close them, trying to rid the ache forming as he gently tugs a nipple between his teeth, rolling the tip of his tongue over it in a tantalizing rhythm.

"I changed my mind." He smirks up at me as he releases the hardened bud from his lips, "I want to hear you scream for me, angel. Let the pleasure I bring to you be heard."

"Yes, daddy." I repeat, breathing out a small sigh of relief that turns into a heavy moan as he pulls his t-shirt off in one go. His lips finding mine again as two fingers begin to pet over my sex lightly. I whimper into his mouth, trying to adjust so his fingers are putting more pressure where I need them, but he isn't letting me take any control.

"Louder." He hums, his finger slipping between my folds finally, enticing a loud and mangled moan from my lips as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves aching for him.

"So sexy, angel, I love the way you need me." He's sat up over me, his fingers still dancing around the nerves at the top of my cleft, teasing me with pleasure as his other hand lifts, his pointer finger trailing around my swollen lips. Boldly I slide my mouth open, wrapping my lips around his pointer and middle finger, licking over them softly as I begin to bob my head softly.

"Angel, are you begging for me?"

"Please, daddy."

With a smirk he slides off the end of the bed, the sound of his belt hitting the floor before the muffle of his pants following.

"I want to hear you, angel." He hums as he kisses up my inner thigh, his tongue dancing up my cleft as a finger is inserted.

"FUCK!" I call out, groaning at the sudden pleasure of his long finger working into me.

My comment getting him to move faster, so I call out again, not holding back as he pleasures me. Increasing my volume when he suddenly pushes a second finger in. His tongue rolling my clit so expertly, sending shock waves through every nerve of my body as his fingers hit the right spot over and over. My back arches almost uncontrolled as my body stiffens, heavy moans mixed with cracked whimpers fill the room as euphoria washes over me in waves.

"So pretty when angel comes undone for me." Ashton smirks, lifting his fingers to suck them clean as he holds my eye contact. A satisfied moan falling from his lips as he stands.

"Please, daddy. Make me do it again." I whimper, watching him slide a condom over his erection.

"I will, angel. Don't you worry." He hums, pushing into me more slowly than I expected. His lips capturing the gasp I let out before it can fall fully.

His pace speeds up almost instantly, the tantalizing ecstasy of his body moving against mine causing profanity to fall heavily from my lips. Everywhere his hands roam suddenly lit on fire and burning in the most beautiful of ways.

"You do things to me, angel. And I love it." His husky voice is against my ear, goosebumps erupting down my neck at the warmth.

All too soon I can feel him holding back his high, his fingers moving to encircle my clit, stimulating it until I am shaking, his high and my second over taking us simultaneously.

Ashton falls beside me easily after we'd successfully ridden out our highs, his breathing labored and slightly scratchy sounding.

"What are we doing, Ash? Like I know we are fucking. and fuck, I know we are good at it. But is this more than that?" I can't help the word vomit that falls from my lips, wishing I could catch it as it does.

"So much more, Ry. So much. I'm going to take you on a real date in Sydney. I want this to be a butterflies in your stomach, giddy giggles, can't get enough of each other, romantic movie kind of thing. I've been head over heels for my best friend for years, so many years. I'm giving you my everything. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything including my bands success."

"Just don't tell them that." I chuckle, turning on my side to smile at him.

"Please don't." He nods, chuckling slightly before his eyes go soft and serious again. His hand moving to rub over the point of my cheek bone softly. "I just want to make all your insecurities and struggles disappear and remind you how amazing you are everyday, RyRy."

"Lucky for you I've been denying it, but I've been head over heels for my best friend for years too." I smile, bitting my lip ever so nervously.

"Be mine then? We'll figure it out as we go like we always do."

"No one could ever break up the unstoppable pact of RyRy and Ashy." I nod, giggling softly before closing the small distance between us and kissing his lips soft and slow.

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