Rock My World
Chapter Three: Let Me See
Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews guys. Hope you like the chapter.
It feels weird thinking about Ashley. I haven't really thought about her this thoroughly in a while. Seeing her like this…thinking about her like this…it's brought back so many memories. Like the last night I actually considered her a friend. It was almost a complete year after she first signed me…
11 AND ½ MONTHS LATER FROM THE FIRST DAY I SIGNED
"I don't know about this Ash. The club's not really my scene."
"You'll love it, trust me. We've got to celebrate your first album coming out tomorrow. Oh and let's not forget thanks to a little leak your song's officially number one on the charts. That's never happened! Who knew a leak like that could be a good thing," Ash smirks.
"I'm still not happy about that leak. Did you ever find out who it was?"
"No, but who cares? You're a hit babe," she smirks.
The way "babe" just easily rolled off her tongue, makes me shiver. I nudge her shoulder playfully, and roll my eyes.
"Oh god there they go flirting again," a voice snickers.
"Says the girl all over my best friend," I remark to her.
Kyla shrugs and plants a kiss on Luke's lips, resulting in cameras flashing like crazy in the distance.
"Ahhhh," I squeal.
Ashley waves and smiles at the paparazzi before turning her back to them,
"Spence you can't scream every time someone takes your pic," Ashley giggles.
"You're used to it, I'm not! I feel like I'm getting caught in the middle of a drug raid or something," I admit.
It's like a bunch of police lights going off. Makes me feel like something's about to go down.
"You've gotta be on drugs to be in a drug bust. You're too sweet and pretty to be a drug lord," she tells me.
My cheeks turn red at her comment. It was a joke but she did just call me sweet and pretty.
"There they go again Luke," Kyla chimes in.
I smile at the cute pair. They make a great couple. I've never seen Luke so happy. Kyla is Ashley's sister, well half-sister, and they just so happen to work with each other. When Luke met her I swear it was love at first sight. He was a mess, and literally all over the place. He fell so hard for Kyla. And she fell for him too. She's such a sweet girl. I know she'd never intentionally hurt him. Lucas could never hurt her either. They're truly perfect for each other. Luke always jokes around that Ash and I should date.
My eyes land on Ashley at the thought of her and I. They rake over her gorgeous body. The skin tight short jean skirt, studded belt, black heels, a tight black rocker tee, along with her black shades. She really dressed the rock star part, and owned it even better. Damn she looked good…
I look down at my own clothes. A tight white v-neck, torn light blue skinny jeans in my Jays. Oh yeah…compared to her I looked like a virtuous librarian.
I look back to her unable to get the image of Ashley outta my head.
"See something you like," Ashley seductively whispers into my ear.
Startled by her words I jump, completely caught off guard. I quickly pull away when I realize how close she is to me. She has her shades pulled down on her nose, showing off her sexy eyeshadow and giving me this enticing stare.
"Wha-what?! Come on guys! I want to see this club," I fumble out, embarrassed.
"I thought it wasn't your scene," Lucas points out.
"What?! I was just joking! Let's go!"
"We can't Spencer, look at that line," Luke motions towards the never ending line of people.
"I got this," Ashley struts to the front of the line.
I watch Kyla sigh and roll her eyes.
"She's always showing off," Kyla says.
"Hey guys! Do you mind if me and my friends cut," Ashley shouts to the crowd.
They erupt in screams and cheers. They all chant her name and start going completely crazy. It's ridiculous.
Ashley shoots us that trademark smirk and waves for us to follow. We step into the club and more cheering explodes. Not just her name, my name too.
"Oh man I need a shot," I gasp.
I grab Luke's arm and pull him over to the bar with me.
"Shots please," I demand, hitting the counter.
Lucas laughs hysterically at me.
"I forgot that it's your first time in a club. You found the bar okay though," he chuckles.
"This is insane," I motion to everything around me.
It's completely dark except for the various lights flashing all over the place. It's loud as fuck! I can feel the beat in my chest. And there's swarms…masses of people everywhere! It's so crowded!
The bar tender sets 5 shots on the counter.
"That'll be- oh nevermind it's on the house," he says, once he gets a good look at me.
I quickly down three shots. The alcohol burns my throat but the alcohol isn't unwelcomed. I feel a hand on my hip, a pressure on my back, then a whisper in my ear,
"Slow down there, we're just getting started."
I turn so I'm face to face with Ashley. The alcohol immediately takes effect in my system. I don't even disguise my eyes trailing up and down her body. She bites her bottom lip and shoots me a naughty grin. Her hot body presses into mine even more as she reaches for the remaining shots. Quickly she downs them, and returns her gaze to me. We're literally inches apart.
Feeling bold I place my palm flat on her hip, and allow my fingers to play with the skin peeking out. Her eyes blissfully shut for a split second. When they open I can't recall if they were this dark before or if it's just the shady club making them appear this way.
"Still here guys," Luke interrupts.
"Bring a few shots and a bottle to my regular table," Ashley tells the bar tender.
Ashley tightly grabs my hand and tells Luke and I to follow. As we walk through the crowd of swarming people I notice how she protectively keeps me close and it turns me on.
We approach a closed off area and I quickly spot Kyla sitting on one of the couches.
"There's my boyfriend," she calls out happily.
He plops down next to her, giving her a sweet kiss. Ashley sits down in a single sitting seat so I decide to sit in the empty one. Instead I'm jerked back by two strong hands. I land in her lap and fall into her soft form, causing us both to burst out in laughter. Her arm quickly slithers around my waste to hold me still.
"Shots!"
We all grab a shot glass and hold it in the air.
"To Spencer Carlin's new album and song hitting number one without even being released yet," Ashley cheers.
A few people in the crowd overhear and soon every single person in the club is toasting and cheering.
A couple hours later we all have more than a good buzz.
"I wanna dance baby," Kyla tells Luke.
"Alright babe," he agrees.
She cheerfully rises off the couch and leads him to the dancefloor, immediately pressing her back to his front. He grabs her hips and sways along to the dirty music with her.
"Get it Ky," Ashley cheers.
They're dancing a little too dirty so I have to look away because it's way too weird. Ashley giggles at me. She pulls me fully back into her, both her arms around my waist. I can feel her lips grazing my earlobe.
"Wanna dance," she rasps out.
Tingles spread throughout my stomach as I think about Ashley grinding her ass into me.
"Umm I…"
"I'll go easy on you."
Her hand lands on my upper thigh, she starts slowly rubbing her fingers back and forth. Oh fuck…
"I can't um…"
"You can't what," she trails her fingers higher up my thigh.
"Umm uh I can't like club dance," I force out.
It really was the truth. I didn't know how to grind.
Her fingers stop moving and she chuckles loudly.
"I'm serious," I pout.
"Alright come on then."
"What?"
"I'm gonna show you how," she replies in a husky voice.
She pushes on the outsides of my thighs gently, softly telling me to get up.
"But Ash," I start.
"Yeah babe?"
I shiver once more at the name. It sounds so natural when she says it.
"What about the cameras and stuff?"
"What about it?"
"I don't want them taking pictures of my horrible dancing!"
"Spence you've hung out with me all night and you've been on my lap all night. You know there's gonna be something in the tabloids about it," she laughs.
She did have a point. There always was something in the paper or on the news even if there really was nothing. But this here. This was something. She knew that too.
"Still…"
"Alright alright," she rises to her feet, holding me up till I gain my balance on the floor.
"Follow me," she says.
She takes me through a beaded doorway behind the couches. It's completely secluded. A small separate dance floor with its own little fun lights. The music is still just as loud. And the only way out is back through the beaded doorway. It's small compared to the main dance floor but the room is still pretty huge.
"How's this?"
"This is so cool!"
"Sooo you wanna dance now," she makes her way towards me, swaying a little as Usher's Lemme See comes on.
"I…" I try to swallow my nerves, as she inches closer.
"It's okay," she whispers, centimeters from my lips.
She presses her front lightly into me and bucks her hips forward gently. I shudder and she smirks.
"You like that," she teases.
Hesitantly, I nod.
"I know something you'll like even better."
She does a complete 180, and next thing I know her ass is pressed against the front of my jeans, and my breasts are pressed into her back. Her perfect round ass begins grinding steadily with the music into me.
"Oh my god," I mouth.
With her right hand she places my left hand on her left hip, then she grabs my right wrist. She uses our hands to push her shirt up just below her breasts, showing off her midriff. The movements force me to feel her taut sexy abs. Her fingers move to the back of my hand and she forces me to flatten my hand against her soft yet rock hard stomach. When my palm is flat on her midriff she returns her hand to being wrapped around my wrist. I'm so shy and nervous that I don't dare move my hand. I think she senses my thoughts because she starts to move my hand against her body. Higher and higher our hands moves till the tips of my fingers can feel her lacy bra.
"Fuck," I mutter.
Then suddenly our hands drop. I think I said something wrong…that is until my hand is on her hip, and partially on her jean skirt. With her left arm she hooks it around my neck. Grabbing ahold of my head she forces my chin onto her right shoulder. She cranks her neck to the left so I have more comfortable room. She grabs a handful of hair, not painfully, and pushes my head down onto her shoulder even more so I have no choice but to look down at her body and watch every single movement and every little thing she's doing to me. I can feel myself getting wet from the way her body's moving against mine…
I get a little brave and move my fingers onto her jean skirt button. She doesn't pull away. Instead she bucks upwards, giving me more confidence. And with that confidence I dip just my fingertips under the waistband of that sexy little skirt. I can feel her lacy underwear that I just know has to match the bra she's wearing.
"I've been anticipating, what you would do to me…what you gon' do to me?" She sings along with the lyrics.
Her hand pushes my fingers down more. My knuckles are centimeters from being under her waistband. I'm the one keeping them from going lower because she's the one pushing them lower. Doesn't mean I don't want them to. I'm screaming in my head right now trying to remind myself we're in a club. But she's pressed perfectly against my body and the vibrations from the beat are filling my body. The sound's starting to drown out all common sense and I'm not so sure I care.
She presses her ass into my center even harder, doing sexy little figure eights into my front. I can hear her panting slightly. I can even hear a few moans escaping her lips, and it's making me incredibly wet.
Ashley keeps trying to move my hand lower and lower. I'm starting to give in because fuck I really want to…and then the song ends just as my fingertips hit wet lace. She releases the pressure on my hand and silently pulls it out of her skirt.
"Fuck."
Her voice is hoarse. I wouldn't have known it was hers if it weren't for us being the only two in here. The room that was full of heavy breathing is quickly replaced with The Weeknd Earned It. Slowly Ashley trails our hands up her midriff, slowly between her breasts…she brings my fingertips to her lips, tracing them back and forth on her bottom lip before taking them into her mouth. She sucks delicately and gently massages my fingers with her tongue. She slowly pulls them out and I'm left speechless.
She carefully turns around to meet my stunned face. I don't even get a smirk, she seems as stunned as me.
"You're a great dancer," she husks out.
I don't even remember moving…but by the look on her face I must've done something right.
She lays her hand on my chest and starts to gently shove me backwards until I crash into a wall. I gaze into those dark eyes, surprised by her sudden actions. Ashley reaches between us with one hand, placing it behind my knee. She pulls my knee forward just enough so she can straddle my thigh. The music's so slow and sensual…her hips begin to grind with the slow sexy beat.
I know for a fact she's wearing a thong. And I know for a fact she's beyond wet. I can feel some of her wetness through the holes in my jeans on my thigh. I bite my lip, moaning and throwing my head back. As she's breathing heavily, she drags her lips along my collar bone and up my neck.
"Spread your legs a little," she tells me, breathlessly.
I obey and she slips her thigh between my legs. As she grinds down onto my thigh, her thigh grinds into my jean clad center.
"Mmmm fuck," I groan.
She tangles her hand into my hair and pulls my head down so I'm looking her directly in the eyes. She has her bottom lip between her teeth, and a spark in her cloudy eyes. She leans in and I shut my eyes in anticipation.
The kiss is deep. Not rough, but soft, filled with so much passion. It isn't rushed. It doesn't follow any rhythm of the music, it's completely unexpected. Instinctively I hold my hand up against our faces, covering our lips that are unhurriedly moving together, so that if anyone were to walk in they couldn't share this moment with us.
She stops her grinding and stands us up fully, paying her entire attention to my lips. It's as if everything stops around us. Ashley pulls away, resting her forehead against mine. She chuckles, shakes her head and smiles.
"What," I whisper, confused.
"Is there anything you're not good at," she opens her eyes, peering into mine.
"Am I good a good kisser or something?"
"Very good," she takes my top lip between her two and plants a sensual kiss, before pulling away.
"You're not so bad yourself," I giggle.
"Well I try," she rolls her eyes.
"You really don't have to," I eye her gorgeous body up and down.
"Hmmm…why don't we go get a drink before I fuck you right here," she tells me.
I chuckle slightly but I'm not entirely sure that she was joking.
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