Title: "Sorry, What Did You Say?"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Tom Lynch and The-N own all the goodness that is South Of Nowhere.
Rating: It's smut, NC-17
Summary: Blame buildmeupbreakmedown. It's just a non-descriptive quickie.
"So my dad says everything has worked out for the best."
Ashley nodded along to what Spencer was saying, the blonde holding her attention, but not in the way she realised.
Ashley nodded and "hmm'd" in the right places, but her mind was far from focused. The only part of the brunette's mind that was actually in real time was the part that was watching Spencer's lips move as she talked, shaping around each letter.
Ashley suppressed a moan, her mind imagining something very different to what was happening.
Spencer stopped mid sentence, her tongue washing over her pink lips, her hands flying towards Ashley's shoulders, forcefully pushing the brunette against the green lockers behind her. Pink lips met pink lips as tongues thrust into mouths, hands groping for gratification.
Fingers slid underneath the waistband of her jeans, using every free inch of space between the tight cotton and the silky skin it hid. The digits quickly slipped under the silk of Ashley's panties and gruffly pushed into her. The brunette screamed out in pleasure, her head slamming back against the lockers, Spencer's lips on her neck nipped at the flesh as her fingers thrust in and out of the now moaning girl.
One finger, then two, and oh God three, pounding in and out of her wet heat, a thumb deftly stroking her throbbing clit.
The brunette continued to moan, her hips rocking back and forth, every inch of her body tingled with pleasure as her lover licked and kissed the skin of her neck, her red tongue occasionally licking at the shell of her ear, muttered obscenities leaving the angel-like girl's mouth. Soon the brunette was matching the blonde with her words, filth bruising over her whimpering lips.
Her fingers didn't stop or slow, if anything the tempo increased, wet digits pumped into her slick heat over and over again, almost daring Ashley to cum. Her thumb furiously rubbing down onto Ashley's swollen clit, her mouth finding the brunette's once more. Her white teeth bit down into Ashley's bottom lip – the brunette still whimpering as her orgasm drew closer – she bit and sucked on the bruised lip, the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. The motion of her hand getting more erratic, desperate to bring Ashley to climax as quickly as she could.
"Cum for me, cum for me Ashley." It was a command; her fingers were a testament to that, angrily pounding into the shorter girl. Her thumb rapidly rubbing over Ashley's clit was all it took for the brunette to loose control and with a loud "Fuck!" she came, her head slamming back into the lockers.
"Ash, Ashley, you coming to class?" Spencer's lips continued curl around each word.
The brunette looked at her friend, her face a picture of puzzlement, her eyes shone with desire, "Huh?"
The End.