I smiled at that. I had a feeling he wasn’t joking either, I loved his messy bed hair too.
After drinking our coffee, I headed into the shower, and he went out to talk to Nate. I could hear him laughing and catching up with his friend; mostly they were talking about me. I showered and went back to his room to get dressed, pulling on a pair of cropped skinny jeans and a white tank top, slipping a black waistcoat over the top. After pulling on a pair of black wedges, I quickly dried my hair, scraping half up and leaving the rest half down. I didn’t bother with make-up today.
When I walked into the lounge, the talking stopped immediately, and two sets of eyes fell on me. I frowned at the abrupt change of mood and looked down at myself, wondering if something was wrong. “What? Should I change? Is this not appropriate LA clothing?” I asked, concerned because I didn’t bring lots of clothes with me, so I was limited on options.
“Damn, you look so damn hot that my mouth’s watering,” Ashton practically growled, looking me over slowly.
I laughed with relief and felt the blush creep onto my cheeks. When my gaze fell on Nate, I saw he was looking at me too. I raised one eyebrow, knowing I needed to show him that I wasn’t interested. As the plan formed in my head, I didn’t even think twice about it as I strutted over to Ashton and plopped myself down on his lap, straddling him. Dipping my head, I pressed my lips against Ashton’s, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me back, moaning in the back of his throat. The small sound he made seemed to set my body on fire and turned me on more than anything else.
His arms circled my waist, pulling me tightly against him as the kiss deepened. My whole body seemed to pulse with desire as his taste and the warmth of his tongue resonated through my senses. As I pressed myself against the hardness of his body, all I could think about was getting closer and melting into him. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive as an uncomfortable ache seemed to be building inside me. I needed him.
I was so thoroughly lost in the moment that someone clearing their throat next to me made me jump and come back to reality with a bump. I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from Ashton’s, dragging in a ragged breath. Ashton’s eyes shone with excitement and lust – as I would imagine mine did too.
“Happy birthday,” I whispered, making no moves to get off his lap.
“Definitely the best birthday ever,” he breathed, resting his hands on my hips.
He moved me slightly, but the small movement made us rub together in places that were already way too excited for my own good. A little zap of pleasure pulsed through my body. I gasped, tightening my hold on him as I wriggled, trying to ease some of the tension and pressure from my body. His lips found mine again, and in that moment I was lost all over again. His fingers bit into my thighs as another little bolt of the same sensation washed over me. I couldn’t take any more teasing, my body needed relief. It felt like I would spontaneously combust if I didn’t release this tension from inside my body. It was then that I decided that I would make this weekend special for him.
“Er… you two need a room? Hello, best friend here!” Nate teased. “Not that this isn’t hot to watch,” he added, laughing.
Ashton groaned and pulled his mouth from mine, somewhat reluctantly. “Dude, seriously, go away!”
Realising this was inappropriate for their lounge sofa, with Nate watching, I blushed and gulped. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving,” I suggested, changing the subject. I smiled over at Nate. “You coming?”
A devilish grin broke out on his face. “Not yet, but you can help me with that if you want,” he purred, winking at me.
Ashton suddenly punched him in the arm. “Mine!” he growled warningly, looking like he was only half joking.
Nate gasped, rubbing his arm as he winced. “Ouch, dude! I was kidding.”
I giggled uncontrollably at his put-out face. He looked like a kid that had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Ashton scooted forward on the sofa, still holding me on his lap. “Come on, Baby Girl, Nate doesn’t want to go where we’re going, I already asked him.”
Nate shrugged. “Actually, I think I’ll come for breakfast, but I’m definitely not coming to the museum,” he chimed in, standing up.
I frowned, confused. Ashton wasn’t into that kind of thing, so that was a weird choice of thing to want to do. “Museum? What museum?” I asked curiously.
“There’s a really cool museum I thought you’d like,” he explained, shrugging.
I shook my head incredulously. “What? We’re not going somewhere for me on your birthday,” I protested, attempting to push myself off his lap, but he held me against him tightly.
“Aww, come on. You’ll really like it there, I promise,” he whispered, leaning forward and kissing my cheek before trailing little kisses down my neck.
My body tingled. “Maybe I like it right here,” I mumbled, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensations his mouth was creating within me.
I felt him smile against my neck. “Well, maybe I like it right here too,” he replied, nibbling on my earlobe.
“Maybe I’d like to go eat,” Nate chimed in, laughing.
Ashton sighed and moved his face away from my neck; I bit my lip so I didn’t whimper at the loss of contact. “Come on then. Let’s go eat,” he agreed, rolling his eyes and finally letting go of me so I could stand up.
We walked to a little café down the road from their apartment, talking casually about nothing in particular. As we walked inside the café, Ashton mumbled ‘shit’ under his breath as a waitress came over, smiling broadly at him.