Raura. Rated M.
First off...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROSS SHOR LYNCH!
Okay, Okay, I'm done.
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Disclaimer: Austin & Ally isn't mine, and even the plot for this isn't mine, hahaa! ;)
Laura had never once thought that her and Ross could become an item, but as she watched him outside of her window, his hair casually messed up, his black leather jacket loose and the white shirt that wasn't doing a very good job at hiding what was underneath — well, let's just say that if he wanted to take her right then and there, she wouldn't say no.
And then he was knocking on her door.
She bolted upright, racing to the front — obviously she made sure to tame her wild her hair and she smoothed out her baggy blue jeans and she didn't forget to smile — and then she pulled open the hatch.
"Oh, hi, Ross! What're you, er, doing here?" she's not normally this awkward... actually, she is normally this awkward.
He smiled widely, "Well, I got this new motorcycle a few days ago and it's Sunday, you know how boring Sunday's can be, so I thought that I'd take you out and we could... you know... have a little ride,"
"As in a date?" she instantly blushed, and she also saw the tips of his ears turn red.
"Erm, yea, if you want it to be."
She bit her lip — he was right, Sunday's were the worst — and then an idea entered her brain, "Okay, but wait here, I just need to get ready," and before she closed the door, she quickly added, "I promise I'll be quick!"
But she wasn't quick.
She decided that they she had to look like she's an actual biker, even though she was terrified of motorcycles and how fast they were and how severe the injuries are when you have an accident —
Never mind.
About ten or so minutes later, she was stood in front of her body-length mirror wearing shiny black leggings and a black corset top with a leather jacket on top to match his and her black boots had such long heels that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to walk, or even sit, without breaking both her ankles, and every other bone in her foot. But her hair was in a high ponytail and her makeup made her look like an actual biker and she thought that she actually looked pretty hot.
She cautiously walked down the stairs and made her way to open the front door again, to reveal an impatient blond. His eyes bulged out of their sockets and he gasped. She smirked at him. A small, devilish voice in her head whispered victory.
"So, should we go?" she raised a brow, closing the door behind her and smiling innocently.
"Erm... yea, we should go..." his voice turned low, as if he was restraining himself from doing something.
She watched him quickly turn around and he climbed onto the motorcycle with his helmet that she mentally slapped herself for thinking that he looked even hotter in. She climbed onto the back, also clicking on her helmet and placing her hands around his waist and it was then when she suddenly felt fear.
But she tried not to show it.
And throughout the entire ride, I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadie was replaying itself over and over and over in her head.
Her very-wet-heat was pressed against him and she felt herself getting more hot and more bothered.
He was really speeding, the insane dude, and it was then that she realized that he was heading towards his place. But she still asked.
"Erm, Ross? Where the heck are we going?" she tightened her grip around his waist.
He seemed to be in a hurry.
"Home," his voice was so, well, firm. She didn't say anything else.
They arrived at his house in about 2 minutes, and she thanked the lord above for the fact that she had survived.
Inside the Lynch Household, it was silent, "Hey, isn't anybody ho—"
She couldn't finish, because the next thing she knew, she was back against the wall, Ross' lips attacking hers, and his hands basically everywhere and she couldn't even register what happened next. Her tiny warm hands found the large tent in his jeans and she felt a blush crawl up her cheeks. Dammit, he was hard. She didn't think she'd get such a reaction from him. But she couldn't say she wasn't glad. His mouth was warm and she could feel his want and need for her right that second.
He pulled away, and she saw that his eyes were clouded over with a shroud of lust. He didn't say anything. She didn't either. Both breathless, they stood there.
She looked down, and she saw the bulge in his pants looked even bigger than it had been thirty seconds ago, big enough to actually hurt, she thought. She reached over again, and this time she squeezed it firmly. A growl escaped his lips.
"Laura," he groaned, "I need you... Right now."
She never thought she'd hear those words, let alone from him. She nodded urgently, feeling her self grow wetter with every second that passed by.
Seconds later, she found herself hit a soft surface — a bed, she's guessing — and then there was another body towering over hers. She figured it was Ross' room, but she didn't get the chance to look around because his lips were attacking hers again.
She felt him throbbing against her thigh, and she pulled away. She sat up a little bit, and just as he was about to say something, she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down with his help, and discarding them somewhere around the room. His tent was showing through his boxers and she licked her lips in excitement.
And then all of sudden he was taking her jacket off and throwing it onto the floor and he looked so desperate and she thought that she should tease him a little. She stopped him from removing her top and instead made a move to take off his. His jacket too was soon thrown elsewhere and his shirt was off and gone a millisecond later, his torso left completely bare and except for his hot-pink boxers, he was completely naked. As for her? She was pretty much fully dressed.
And it was almost sensual as she removed her boots and her leggings slowlyand she watched as his breathing quickened and his eyes darkened and his fists were clenched. Oh, she was enjoying this too much for her own good.
She didn't stop. In fact, she started removing each and every one of her clothing items slower and slower and slower despite the fact that she needed him too and her core was so hot and so wet and she wanted release. But she wanted him to crack first.
And he did. She was in the middle of licentiously taking off her top when she heard an almost animalistic groan escape him, and suddenly she was back underneath him, his hands urgently removing her shirt and unclasping her bra and panties. In a matter of two seconds she was completely naked and his boxers were lost somewhere around the room too and there was nothing standing in between them.
His lips were on hers again and her hands were in his hair and they were so far gone that they couldn't stop. Not now.
Before she knew it he was positioning himself at her entrance, and her heart was racing. His eyes locked with hers, and then he pushed in, filling her completely. His vision went white. He opened his eyes, and her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
She gulped, looking up at him. She pursed her lips, and moved around a little bit, experimenting.
And he was in bliss.
She raised her hips.
It took every ounce of strength in his entire body for him not to sexually destroy her right then and there.
"I-I think... I'm okay..." she said breathlessly, "You can move now."
He didn't need to be told twice.
He pulled out almost completely, before slamming in again, and she moaned in gratification, her insides screaming for more. He pulled out again and then pushed in almost immediately.
"Oh, my God!" she'd never done this before, but gosh dammit it felt amazing.
His lips pressed against hers roughly as he thrust in deeper. Her nails drew lines on his back because it just felt too good for her not to take action. How did she live without him until now? She didn't know, not a clue.
Her hands tangled his hair as he worked his magic and she recalled the fact that he looked so hot when he was doing what he was doing. And she was so focused on his remarkable features that she didn't expect the sudden feel of pleasure travel up her spine and it felt so sensational that she just could not breathe for a second —
"Ross!"
She caught sight of his very boyish, very cocky smirk just before her eyes closed, but she was too glorified to care.
"Harder."
And he happily complied.
It wasn't long before they both climaxed, and it wasn't long before they were both too exhausted to even speak.
After a few minutes, the comfortable silence was broken.
"Tha—That was..." Laura struggled for the right words.
"Awesome. Amazing. Mind-blowing. Incredible. Extraordinary. Breathtaking. Unbelie—"
"Ross," she laughed, but the blush was evident in her features. "I get it."
He sighed in content, and she could literally hear the smirk in his voice... "And to think, everyone said that buying that motorcycle wouldn't do me any good..."