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P.S. chismes, your review made me smile like an idiot for like 10 minutes haha
Ashley's POV
During the whole time in the backseat of Aiden's car, it takes everything I have not to tear off all of Spencer's clothes right then and there.
We are basically both sitting on one side of the car. And we are basically breaking that law that says something about seatbelts. Oh, to wear them. But a seatbelt is only a device to restrain me from touching Spencer, so that is a no go.
My mouth is burning on her neck as her hands are gripped in my hair. I am biting and licking all parts of her neck and I hear Spencer let out one small moan after another, which just spurs me on even more so.
"I want you so bad." I whisper hotly into her ear just before I suck on her earlobe. She tastes all kinds of sweet and delicious and I am just never satisfied.
"Can't you two refrain from groping for five minutes while we drive home?" Aiden says from the driver's seat with a trace of annoyance in his voice.
Who was he to talk? Court's hand had been on his thigh the whole ride home. But I guess Spencer's wandering hand over my shirt is a little more raunchier than that. Whatever.
"Leave them be Aid." Court laughs lightly from next to him.
I'm glad those two are getting along again, but they are not what is on my mind right now.
Spencer's hand finds my chest over my t-shirt and is now massaging lightly as my mouth finds hers once again. I bite her bottom lip roughly and then kiss it better. My hands are in her sweatshirt, rubbing her stomach gently. I want nothing more than to just rip off that sweatshirt, which is mine, and her tank top. Seeing her with my sweatshirt on turns me on insanely. I kind of hope that she can smell me on it just like I can smell her on my sheets and on my pillows whenever she stays in my room.
My hands find their way to Spencer's waist and then they start to massage her jean-covered thighs up and down.
"Ash." She breathes out. Her voice is all deep and ragged. All kinds of sexy and I don't know how much longer I can wait.
I have never wanted anyone this badly before. Sure, there's been girls that I had found hot and sexy. Girls that I've been with. That was all lust. With Spencer, I have never felt the need to have my hands on someone at all times. With her, it mostly definitely is lust, but it is lust layered with adoration and complete love and that is what makes it so greatly different. I've never found someone so totally gorgeous, that I can't stop looking at her.
I take my mouth away from hers for a few seconds to look into her eyes. They are now a dark shade of midnight blue and I would bet one million dollars that mine probably look black. The way she is looking at me, eyes glancing at lips, and down my body to be met back a minute later with mine, drives me crazy.
The car finally stops in front of my house and I mumble a rushed goodbye to Aiden and Court as Spencer drags me by my hand out of the car and up the driveway.
I look for my key as I get to the door. Then I feel Spencer's hands slide into the back pockets of my pants as her body presses up against my back. I let out a disgruntled moaning noise at my inability to open the door faster. My keys are fumbling in my hands as I feel her press her lips to the side of my neck.
"Come on Ash." Spencer says quietly into my neck, knowing exactly that her hands on me are making it hard to concentrate.
"It's hard to- think. When your hands, hands are on my ass, Spencer." I moan out in protest as her hands move softly up and down inside my pockets, rubbing my ass lightly.
I hear myself whimper from pleasure.
Having someone put their hands in your back pockets is the sexiest thing.
I finally get this fucking door open and pull us both through it. I slam the door shut, hoping no one is in the living room as I push Spencer roughly up against the closed door. I kiss her hard and her tongue traces my lips fully and is immediately let in.
She is always welcome.
I grunt inside her mouth as I kiss her more deeply. My hand moves to her waist and it doesn't take much strength to lift her up and have her legs wrap around my waist. I push my lower body against her to try and relieve some tension. My hands hold her up by her ass as I scrape them against the cool material of her pants.
"Fuck. Upstairs. Now." Spencer mutters against my lips, her hands clawing at my back.
I smile widely into her kiss. Only a very turned on, horny Spencer Carlin curses. Something happens to her whenever she curses in a heated moment. It is a whole other side of Spencer, one that is insanely hot.
We stumble up the stairs not wanting to let go of each other's mouths. My fingers are already unzipping the sweatshirt she is wearing and it gets lost somewhere behind us on our way to my room. My back is pushed against my door as I try to open it. Spencer is working her hands under my t-shirt, on my stomach, and on my chest. After a few moments I realize that the door to my bedroom is locked.
"Open it." Spencer pants as she kisses me hard, her hands lifting my shirt up and over my head. My tongue flicks hers.
"It's locked." I try to say evenly, but it doesn't work.
I have no idea why my door would be locked, but right now I don't give a shit about it because Spencer is placing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and into my heaving chest.
I pull her lower body closer to me by her belt loops, moving my leg in between hers, where it belongs. I feel her press hard against me repeatedly and I moan roughly in response. My fingers find their own trail inside of the waistband of her pants, moving further and further down.
I move us from against my door to the first door I can find, to get inside a room. Any room. As I open the next door, Spencer unbuttons and unzips my pants in one swift motion, which makes me propel us through the door.
We find ourselves in the bathroom. I was hoping for a bed, but this is turning out to be way better. We've never done it in the bathroom.
That is obviously not going to be true for long.
Suddenly, we are both shed of all our clothes and in the shower. We are still all over each other and the water is not even on. Spencer pushes me gently away for a second to get the hot water going. I growl at the sight of the water hitting her and I suction back to her. Spencer gasps when the cold tiles hit her back as I trap her tightly between the wall and my body. So every part of our bodies is touching the other. Her naked body against me alone is enough to put me over the edge. I lower my head as she arches into me and kiss all around her chest and breast, ignoring the one place we both want me to kiss the most.
"Jesus Ashley." Spencer moans. Her moans cease my teasing as I take her nipple in my mouth and flick it with my tongue. Bite it gently with my teeth.
I let my tongue trail up her chest, up her neck, onto her lips, and land at her ear as she is panting heavily. "Shit, you taste so good Spence." I purr into her ear as I give it a sloppy kiss and find my way back to her mouth. My hand travels down her stomach to her center and when I reach my destination Spencer bites my shoulder hard. I am just basically breathing roughly into her mouth as my fingers move hard in her.
I know Spencer is close when she tilts her head back and breathes out "Fuck me" jaggedly.
All sounds of pleasure and lust from then on are jumbled together. I don't know who makes what sound, I just know that Spencer makes me feel things everywhere. Everywhere.
Tingly things.
Heated things.
Bursting things.
All over my body.
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I kiss the underside of her chin softly.
My bedroom door was mysteriously open when Spencer and I got out of the shower. I was too exhausted to play Sherlock Holmes and uncover what was going on so I just grab us some t-shirts and boxers and curl up in bed with my girl.
My head rests on her chest and I feel it moving up and down with her breathing. I hear her heart beating. It is my favorite sound in the entire world.
I wrap my arms more securely around her form and sigh audibly.
"I love that you're mine." Spencer says gently to me and she strokes the small of my back, sending shivers up and down my spine.
"And I love you." I tell her honestly as I kiss her chin again.
I want nothing more than to just give her everything I have. Give her everything I am. Because I know in some way everything I give will be returned to me. I want to give her all that I am because it's not mine anymore. Every part of me belongs to her and I would want no one else to have it.
To be a fool in love is a scary thing. It's pretty terrifying. I would never have wanted to be so vulnerable to someone. That kind of thing made me nervous before. To have someone see you so desperately need them like that. It might be a stupid concept in theory. But it feels all kinds of right.
I'm so stupid.
I'm such a stupid fool in love.
And it's alright.
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I wait anxiously for Spencer to get out of the library and come to the picnic table for lunch. My leg is jumping up and down from all the caffeine I have just inhaled in the last half an hour.
"Geez, would you calm down, I'm getting anxious just looking at you." Chelsea says while she dips her spoon in her yogurt.
I turn to face her across the table. "Sorry, I, uh, had a lot of coffee this morning."
Chelsea chuckles lightly and looks at me pointedly. "That, and you obviously can't function without Spencer here."
That's correct.
"Ha ha. She's alright, I guess." I say mocking boredom. I see Chelsea snicker as her eyes are focused on the air behind me.
"Alright, you guess? Wonderful." Spencer's voice floats through my ears, kind of like a flute. That comparison is kind of cheesy but I don't care. I always thought flutes were kind of a stupid instrument. But now I love them.
I feel Spencer's hands go to my shoulders, lightly massaging them. I tingle. And my leg stops shaking.
"I am wonderful." I sing into the air. I hear Spencer laugh lightly near my ear. Her soft arms go around my neck and my hands go behind me, holding the back of her thighs in place. Softly rubbing them. Her front feels so good pressed up against my back.
I'm sure the goofy smile on my face gives Chelsea the ammunition to shoot her next comment. "If you guys don't stop being so frickin' cute, then I will most likely throw up this yogurt all over the both of you." She says with slight conviction, although her rough tone is buried beneath the smile she's giving us.
"Thanks Chelsea." Spencer says laughing.
"What are you guys doing tonight, I think I'm gunna have some people over to watch movies and order some food." She asks Spencer and I as she flips through a notebook in front of her.
"Yeah that sounds cool." Comes my answer. I am trying not to get ahead of myself while touching the back of Spencer's legs. Because even if she involuntarily moans or if my hands reach too high or if she brushes up against me harder, I know I will be resorted to dragging her off to the bathroom. Or to a corner of book stacks in the library.
"Sweet. I want you guys to meet someone anyway." Chelsea says, eating more yogurt.
"Oooh, a girl?" I ask, intrigued.
Chelsea looks up from her yogurt and snorts loudly. "Yes, a girl. But not that kind of girl." She laughs out.
I hear Spencer's cute chuckle from behind me. "You sure, Chels?" She asks.
Chelsea looks between the both of us. "I'm sure Spencer. Half of our friends are already gay, I have to keep the balance. Anyway, I'm gunna go find Kyla and see if she's still coming. She said something about a shoe sale that was conflicting her decision." Chelsea rolls her eyes. "See you guys later." Chelsea says, gathers her stuff and walks out into the quad.
I turn around in Spencer's embrace so she is now standing in between my legs.
"You think Chelsea leans our way?" I ponder to her.
Spencer tucks a curl behind my ear before she straightens out the collar of my polo. I love moments like these. Where she'll find any excuse just to touch me. And I love when she plays with pieces of my clothing, almost as much as I love when she removes pieces of my clothing. It makes my heart pound hard with love.
"Nah. I don't think so. She likes the penis." Spencer says nonchalantly.
I open my mouth in mock surprise and bring her closer to me by tugging at her shirt. Her fingers graze my neck as she continues to play with my collar. "Spencer, don't say bad things like that." I mumble this to her giggling face.
Her fingers unbutton one of the buttons on my polo and her hand slides inconspicuously in, touching my collarbone. "Whatever, Davies." She whispers against my cheek before she kisses it. She starts to walk away from me right when the bell rings.
And I follow after her like a little puppy.
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Note: I really suggest giving a listen to the song Connect The Dots by The Spill Canvas. It's seriously sensual in that push-you-up-against-a-wall way. Which, I think, is one of the very best ways. Talk Show Host by Radiohead is kind of similar. Oh, and now that I'm thinking about sexy songs, I might as well mention Evidence by Marilyn Manson. I probably won't ever name a chapter that because it doesn't really fit. But that song is sexy in a much rougher way. I mean if you like Marilyn Manson, which I very much do. Anyway, that's my tangent. Have a good day!