Yeah it's M for a reason. If you cannot handle reading about sex and all that stuff, then I suggest closing out of this. Thanks for the view, though. ;D lmao.
ENJOY, you dirty little Auslly fans.
Disclaimer: Like the owners of Austin and Ally would write out sex fics about them…. Okay, well, they might. I'd like to read them. Hahahaha.
Sometimes when you're in a relationship you've been dying to be in since the day you met the girl, you just can't wait for when an opportunity presents itself.
…which explained the brutal way Austin threw open his apartment door , slamming it against the wall. It explained how hard he was grasping the groaning girl in his arms, as his hands journeyed up and down her toned frame, from her long, curly brown hair to hitching themselves roughly underneath her thighs. It explained the heat radiating from their bodies, both beginning to bead with sweat as their need to be somehow even closer to one other grew, despite the nonexistent distance between them.
Just like the door opened, it slammed closed, and Austin was pressing her hard up against it. Their lips and tongues were in a wild, interlocked dance, chasing each other in beautiful, intoxicating choreography. He felt her nails squeeze into his shoulders, and while he should be happy the shirt he was wearing blocked her from getting scratched, he wanted that shirt to be gone, to be tossed across the room—in the garbage, or in shreds; hell, he didn't care anymore where it went, it just needed to be off.
The girl abruptly broke their lip contact and craned her head backwards, giving Austin a clear shot at her neck and collarbone. He smirked as her breathing got sharper, and her sighs joined with quivers and goose bumps along her arms as he stroked them. Her short purple dress left little unexposed, but he wanted to kiss her further down, to the areas he hadn't explored or seen in the month they'd finally began dating. Her neck was like a blank slate, and he needed to fill it with kisses, licks, and the occasional bite, and he would erase none of it. Only she would know when the space would be full, and at that point, he knew her mouth would come diving back down towards his like a hawk in a starved movement. And he would definitely comply.
It didn't take long until she was sick of running her hands through his hair and over his back. It wasn't that she was actually sick of it, she loved it, but she wanted to get to other areas, and as enjoyable as the position they were in against the door, she knew she had no way of getting to those other areas. So she gently began to push back on him, and dipped her nose downwards so they could restart their lips-to-lips composition. He wasn't completely getting the idea—instead he got aggressive and shoved her harder into the wall, their hips grinding into one another. She let out a loud gasp, and he smiled dangerously, pleased that the action had caused her to spread her legs further apart to allow the fabric of his jeans to meet at her underwear.
"Ally," he whispered into her ear, and then bit it, causing her to gasp yet again and push her bottom half into him. Warmth trickled its way between her legs, and a new, entirely pleasurable sensation took over her body.
Austin could not love the sounds she was making any more than at that moment, and he knew he needed to hear them again. Just the fact that it was him making her produce the noises… his pants were feeling a lot more tighter than when they'd first arrived back from dinner.
He put his lips to her other ear, chanting her name into that one as well, and he received the same pleasurable action of her hips. However, this time, he was finding it hard not to groan, too, because of how she was aiming herself so perfectly onto him through their clothing.
Austin knew he couldn't take too much more of this, and he was scared she was just going to stop him. Just last week they'd been doing the same exact thing, and she'd finally pushed him back saying things were moving too fast, and therefore, he'd had to take a pretty cold shower right after she'd left.
…But she seemed a little more adventurous tonight. That dress had been short, like, way shorter than the others she'd worn on previous dates. It had to have been done on purpose. It was pretty revealing up on the top, too, something Austin had been trying very hard not to look at the entire evening when she would talk to him. But c'mon, she had to have known she was torturing him every time she batted an eyelash, or licked her lips, swung her hips as she walked, the way the dress would hike up a little more than necessary….
He just didn't think it would be fair if they stopped now. But he'd do anything and everything for the girl. He'd wait for as long as she wanted, but right now, it was… it was awfully hard. Both figuratively and especially literally.
He knew he had to make a move, and moving the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders would be a good one to do, but he was nervous that the pleasure they were currently giving each other would just end if he made any kind of stupid mistake.
Ally was lost in her own world as she bucked into him as she kissed. There was nothing else she wanted but him. She couldn't think of anything else. But for some reason, he wasn't doing anything about it. He was kissing her forcefully, almost sloppily in that way where you didn't even notice because you were so out of breath and turned on, but that was all he was doing. He hadn't pushed a finger into her underwear like she was dying for him to do, or even grazed against her bra, or even better, into her bra… he was being so cautious for being so aggressive only a second ago.
They continued kissing for a minute or two before Ally could no longer stand it. She pushed him off of her, glaring at him with a fire in her eyes.
Austin was terrified at the look on her face, and was pretty sure he had no idea what he'd done wrong. He had been considering moving a hand under her dress when she'd sprang backwards, startling him half out of his mind.
"What?" he asked, amazed at how he was able to say anything with how heavy he was breathing.
She didn't say anything, just stomped towards him in her heels and took a handful of his shirt, pulling him close to her face. He gulped as she continued her glare up at him. It was intimidating being in this position, and yet somehow… he liked it.
He had no idea what that had been all about, because she didn't bother explaining, or saying anything actually. She just pressed her lips back into his, and he closed his eyes, not understanding how every time she did this, it still threw his mind into a frenzy. It took a moment for him to realize she was driving herself into him, causing him to stumble backwards as they walked until they landed in an uncomfortable position on the couch.
He felt his leg hit the bottom of the couch awkwardly and cringed as it hurt, but quickly forgot the pain as his girlfriend started straddling him. Well—this was definitely a new move.
He looked at her quizzically before she launched her mouth onto his neck, sucking and kissing in all the right areas. He tried to move her head so he could kiss her, but she held her own, refusing to stop what she was doing. Austin watched as one of her dress straps fell off her shoulder on its own, and considered moving it back to its correct place to be a gentleman when Ally totally changed his mind when she moved the other strap down herself.
He stared into her eyes as she did this with a smirk. He smiled as best as he could remember how, now knowing that this really was going to be a different kind of evening, and the throbbing in his pants might actually be relieved in a way different than cold water.
After kissing again for a moment, Ally removed her mouth off of his and sat up on him straighter, moving some hair out of her face. Austin could see sweat droplets at her hairline, and a little on her collarbone.
She startled him when she whispered seductively, "It's hot, take your shirt off." And even though she had commanded him to do it, she began grasping at the ends of it herself. Austin had probably never removed a shirt so quickly in his life.
She was still in her dress, which was frustrating to him, and unknowingly to him, to Ally as well, but he decided to have fun with it. He ran his hand down her back, squeezing at the cheeks of her butt gently, and then roughly whenever she kissed him harder. He was pleased to hear her growl, beginning to understand she was just as frustrated. He smiled into their kisses, and snuck a hand up the front of her dress.
At first he'd thought he'd done something wrong because she froze, and their kissing paused. He opened his eyes to see she was looking at him, hard and concentrated in the face. He almost spoke before she sprung her mouth back at him, this time more fiercely and assertive, a sure sign of approval to what his hand was about to do.
With her kissing as roughly as she was, Austin was finding it hard to really control the hand now teasing at her bellybutton. He was shaking, knowing he was about to cross that damn line that had forever mocked him since he'd accidentally walked in on Ally in the shower that once. He'd wanted so desperately to touch her then, but that was before he'd kissed her that night on the beach, before he'd told her he was in love with her, and before she'd smiled and said she loved him back.
But now… he could touch her, and you're damn right that he was going to do it.
He stroked her gently at first in the area below her breasts. She was making muffled noises into his mouth, and he knew he was teasing her. She was thinking she was the one that couldn't wait to be touched. In all honesty, Austin was teasing himself by tracing the outline of her boobs, barely grazing them at all, when he just wanted to—to grab at them or something.
He couldn't take it any more and finally, he cupped a hand over her left one, and a delightful pleasure swam over Ally's body, producing trembles, and Austin almost died of happiness, if that was the right word choice. He rubbed at the first nipple tenderly and carefully, going over it in a circular motion, and Ally stopped kissing him, and her fingers gripped like tiger claws into his back. She moaned, a little louder than he'd ever heard, but he still found it too quiet. In a quick movement, his other hand left Ally's side and swished up under her dress as well, to find its own place on her opposite breast.
His hands, mirroring each other's movements over her, were like magic to Ally, and she showed him her approval through the only way she could at the moment—she moaned. And moaned. And moaned.
Austin was speechless at these new noises, and quite simply, had never felt this horny in his entire life. She was practically grinding her teeth. And he wasn't even done with her yet.
While at the beginning of the evening, Austin had commented that Ally's dress was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen, he now no longer wanted to see it at all. It separated him from other things that he felt the need, and possibly the right to see after all of this. So, he didn't even ask for permission. He just tugged at it, and she lifted her arms obligingly, and the dress sailed over her head and behind the couch. She kissed him hard on the mouth, taking a dive with her tongue, and his hands left her breasts, settling for her untamed curls.
She stopped kissing him momentarily, and had a look in her eyes Austin had never seen before. After a second or two, she opened her mouth.
"Why the hell are you still wearing pants?"
She was terrifying….ly sexy in the blonde, teenager's eyes. That anger mixed with her usual bossy self, God, it was irresistible. He ripped his belt off in a matter of seconds, and she stepped off of him to allow him to drop his pants as well. She smiled as he followed her request, and then shocking him even more, removed her own bra, tossing it carelessly to the side.
Whoa, Austin thought, trying desperately not to stare, but he'd already lost that chance with that shower thing, and now, Ally was his girlfriend, so he could damn well stare as long as he liked.
She smiled as he licked his lips. Secretively, she'd been nervous he would find her body disgusting, but that hunger in his eyes… oh, he wanted her. There was no doubt about it.
They'd never been like this before. Ally was only in her underwear. And Austin merely in his boxers… which were a little bit snug at the moment, something Ally would have to be blind not to see.
She smirked at them, and stunned Austin completely when she ran a hand over them, too, landing directly on top of the bulge he seemed so nervous to show.
"Someone wants me," she whispered seductively, and Austin had no idea how to even say anything when she was grasping him like that, and especially with her practically naked atop him.
Ally understood his paralysis, and rubbed at him, smiling more, enjoying the redness beginning to overcome his face, and the way his breathing was barely existent. All thanks to her.
As she continued to stroke at him through his boxers, she leaned upwards, placing her lips carefully alongside his neck. He let out a strangled sigh, and before Ally had time to give another kiss to his shoulder, he had picked her up and flipped her around on the couch, him now being the one on top.
She giggled, and he narrowed his eyes, not liking that she found his discomfort amusing. He had to shut her up somehow. So as she continued smiling and sputtering out more giggles, he sneakily positioned himself better on top of her, so that his boxers met at juuuust the perfect angle onto her underwear.
She stopped mid-giggle when he let his package slide across her blocked entrance. He was successful—that giggle turned into an astonished squeak.
"Au- Austin?"
Should I continue with the next chapter? I only will if all of you review;3
*runs off to go work in her multi-chap like she's supposed to*