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It was fancy, that’s one thing you could say. Large chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, the wooden floor clad in a dark red carpet and the lighting dull.
Soft, sophisticated jazz music traveled through the smoke filled air along with the sound of whiskey glasses klinking.
You were dressed in a figure hugging black dress with a high neck line but an open neck – it was sexy yet classy. The red bottom of your black pumps matched the carpet, and the simple earrings in your ears glimmered when you turned your head.
Your lips were coated in a layer of your favourite chanel shade leaving them a plum colour. You knew you looked ravishing – and so did he.
The number one business man at the moment; and also the host of this party. He’d sent out invites on luxurious paper, inserted in an envelope with your name hand written in ink on it. When the intresting looking envelope landed in your mail box a few nights ago you were intruged – who actually sent letters these days, and even more so, who sent letters this beautiful?
The name at the bottom of the letter shocked you, but also excited you. Memories flooded your mind as the name brought you back to a few years ago.
You and Ashton had known each other a few years back, when he was nothing but a single guy living in a crappy apartment in the middle of town, his silly ideas nothing but just that. Nothing had ever really happened, just a kiss when you both were drunk off your asses and singing to 80’s songs downtown, but nothing else.
Now everyone wanted to work with him, everyone wanted to make his silly ideas reality. And he was happy to leave everything behind to go live the jet set life; you hadn’t heard from him in over a year and a half.
He had changed, you’ll give him that. Standing in the corners, grasping an expensive glass of strong whiskey in this large hand, you could easily observe without him noticing you.
His shoulders were a lot more broad now, he stood taller than before and with more authority. His hair were more unruly, which shoudn’t make any sense since he’s the one with a respectable job, but somehow it made sense when it came to him.
It all made sense with him.
He was wearing a fitted suit, the black black material slim but not tight around his well sculpted legs. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he looked absolutly breathtaking, and if he’d been a stranger on the street you would have wished to take his number.
But you used to have this mans number, before you got a new phone a few months back and didn’t bother to add it again.
Before you could glance away, his gaze flew across the room observing the people around him. He’d always been quite the observer – always noticing things about people you walked past on the street you would never had thought of.
Sometimes when you walked to the subway nowadays, you could miss him making snarky remarks or just passing his thoughts over to you.
His eyes landed on you, and his eyes trailed down your body.
You clutched the drink in your hand a bit tighter as he licked his lips and made up an excuse to the gentlemen next to him.
The room was full of people, yet his stare didn’t leave yours for his whole wander. It wasn’t long until he was infront of you, only a few feet away.
It felt like old times, but at the same time not.
He’d changed, no doubt about that, but you could still feel the slight shift in the air as you felt his eyes on you.
”(Y/N)”, he said, more like a statement than an conversation opener.
”The one and only”, you fired back, raising your glass before chugging down the remainder of the bitter liquid.
If this would have been a few years ago, the two of you would have crashed this party just to be able to stand in the back corner, consume too much of the fancy liqour and laugh your asses off at how pretentious the people here were.
”You’ve changed”, he spoke up. The words held an authority that along with his new found confidence almost held an intimidating undertone and you could see why a lot of people had so much respect for him.
”So have you, mr Irwin”, you said, not letting your voice falter. His eyes slightly narrowed at the nickname, something in the air changing. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you decided you weren’t going to waste anymore time on this new Ashton.
You gave him a quick nod before raising your glass once again, turning around to go find someone to talk to. You’d come to this thing to see it with your own eyes – see him with your own eyes – but now that you’d confirmed he had turned into one of the suit men you were not going to spend your evening missing the old him.
You had only taken a few steps before you could feel two strong hands on your waist, pulling you back making you crash into his broad chest.
”Where are you going, sweetie?”, he said. He knew you hated that nickname. He knew. You tried turning around but there was no use, the cold of his glass was cool against the thin fabric of your dress.
The hairs on the back of your neck betrayed your confident facade and rasied at the temprature, and you heard him lightly chuckle.
”Don’t call me that”, you shot at him. The words came out harsh, but not as strong as you’d wanted them to.
”Hmm, do you really want me to stop… Sweetie?”, you could feel his tounge trace a line up the shell of your ear.
Reaching a hand up, letting his slender fingers push your hair over your opposite shoulder before leaving a kiss right behind your ear.
”Answer me, kitten…”, he sounded dominant.
You didn’t know how to feel about this new Ashton; all you knew is you craved more and you defininitely didn’t want him to stop.
”Fuck, no Ashton”, you responded almost as a sigh before letting your head tilt slighly to the side as he cointinued tracing soft kisses over the side of your neck and exposed shoulderblade.
”That’s Mr Irwin to you”, he said before turning you around and pressing his forehead against yours. He stared into your eyes intently for a few seconds before grabbing your hand and dragging you with him.
It didn’t take long before you realized you were going to the bathroom, even that was luxourious, a large marble bench with two sinks sunken into decorated one of the mirrored walls. The whole floor and all of the walls were black and glossy – you could almost see your reflection in them.
As soon as you walked in he slammed the door behind you, turning the lock before pressing you up against it.
His forehead returned to yours, the curls around his temples now a bit matted to the skin.
His body was pressed against you completly and if you hadn’t had so many clothes on you were sure you’d been able to feel every little scar on his skin.
Soon his lips came crashing down onto yours in a feverish kiss, and before you knew it your legs were wrapped around his waist, your back hoisted up against the door and his hands roughly groping your chest.
He tasted bitter with an after taste of mint; like he’d drunk a glass of whiskey but popped a breath mint in afterwards (which was probably the correct explanaiton). You couldn’t get enough.
It wasn’t a slow kiss, it wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was a kiss full of passion and hatred; so much had built up ever since he ditched you and it was like you were both fighting each other – only doing so while making out.
He grinded into you making you release a moan into his mouth which he happily swallowed before repeating his actions.
”I fucking hate you, you know that right?”, you said when you pulled away to catch your breath. He nodded quickly.
”Hmm, I know baby, you hate me so fucking much, tell me about it”, he said against your lips before molding them togheter again.
This continued on for a while before you decided you were both wearing too much clothing, dropping your legs to the floor before kicking your heels off and pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders. As much as you loved seeing him in it, it needed to get off of him. He quickly understood your intentions as he pushed the jacket off fully and loosened his tie. You used it to your advantage, grabbing it and pulling him close to continue the kiss.
He was towering over you even more now once you’d taken the high heels off. He pulled the tie over his head before unbuttoning the expensive shirt he was wearing and flung it across the room like it didn’t cost an entire month of savings for you.
Within a minte or two the both of you were left in your underwear, his eyes hungrily wandering down your body.
Suddenly he grabbed your waist, surprising you as he twisted you around and pressed you flat against the door, making you yelp in shock.
He pushed his body up against yours once again, grabbing your hair and softly pushing it across one of your shoulders. You could feel his hard on diggind into your lower back.
”Are you gonna let me fuck you in this bathroom, sweetie?”, he asked mockingly. You could practically feel the wetness pool between your legs at the scene – never would you have thought you’d get so turned on by something like this, yet alone Ashton doing something like this.
A strangled groan left your lips as his hand came in contact with your bum leaving a firm slap.
”Answer me baby girl…”, he growled, leaning forward to suck on the side of your neck making you shift your head to the side.
”Yes… Yes, I am”, you choked out. He slapped you again.
”Who’s gonna fuck you, huh? Who’s gonna make you scream?”, he said, but you could sense his cockiness faltering as his hard on was digging into your lower back.
”You, Mr Irwin…”, you barerly whispered.
”What was that?”, slap.
”You, you’re gonna fuck me Mr Irwin!”, you cried out, surprising yourself with how desperate you sounded but you were in need of his touch.
”Good girl”, he hummed in your ear before turning you around once again.
His hand immediatly went inside the top of panties, teasing your clit lightly.
You could feel your knees going week as he suddenly pressed his index finger against it, holding it there.
”Now I’m gonna need you to be a good girl for me, get undressed and bend over that bench over there, okay?”, he mumbled into your ear before gently biting down on your earlobe.
You felt as if you could cum right then and there – all your senses hightened.
You quickly nodded before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor along with your panties leaving you completly bare infront of him.
You walked over to the marble bench, seeing yourself and him behind you in the large mirror.
Your nipples hardened the second they came in contact with the cold material making a soft moan leave your lips.
Ashton smirked at you before walking over, stopping behind you and dropping to his knees.
Before you could ask him what he was doing, you felt his tounge lick a stripe up your folds making a loud whimper leave your lips.
”Hmmm, you like that?”, he said against you sending vibrations through your body.
”Fuck, yes Ash- Mr Irwin, please… More”, you pleaded.
He didn’t object as you felt his tounge moving to your clit, kitten licking it for a few seconds before letting his lips catch it and slightly suck on it.
You could feel one of his long fingers nudge at your entrance, pushing it in all the way to the knuckle making you squirm under his touch.
If his fingers and tounge could make you feel this good within seconds, you couldn’t even imagine what his cock could do.
”You’re so wet for me baby… So ready”, he mumbled.
He started pumping his finger in and out, soon adding a second one.
It didn’t take long until the combination of his skillful tounge and long fingers made you come undone – your legs slightly shaking as you hit your high. It felt as if the world stopped spinning for a second, and all you could feel was Ashton. Your back arched, giving him quite the sight, and a loud moan left your lips.
You barerly had time to come down from your first orgasm because only seconds later you could hear a package ripping open and him rolling the condom onto himself before pushing the tip into you.
”Oh, fuck”, you moaned, letting your head drop down onto the bench.
His fist quickly found your hair, slightly tugging to pull your head back up again.
”No, no, I want you to watch when I fuck you”, he said making your knees turn weak and you thanked the gods for the bench you were resting on.
He kept your eyes locked with his in the large mirror infront of you as he pushed in completly, stretching you out.
”Hmm, has no one fucked you proberly before? You’re so tight, I could think it’s your first time”, he growled, pinching your bum.
”It’s not my first time, you’re just… You’re just bigger”, you said, but it almost came out as a moan as he started trusting. It was only a few thrusts before he found your g-spot, grinning as you moaned loudly.
”Right there, yeah? That feels good?”, he said, triggering you on with his dirty talk.
He picked up his pace quickly and it wasn’t long before he was relentlessly pounding into you making the front of your thighs hit the edge of the bench but you coudldn’t care less because he was everywhere. You could feel the sweat from his abs drop onto your ass, him filling you up completly, his left hand rubbing your clit, his other hand holding your hair and his voice filling the air with dirty words and silent praises and profanities.
You were happy he made you look at him the entire time, since the sight of him alone could’ve made you cum.
His curls were matted to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat covering his entire body and his biceps and abs flexed as he concetrated.
”Fuck Mr Irwin, I’m so close”, you managed to get out, your hands desperatly searching for something to hold onto.
”Hmm, let go baby girl, come all over my cock”, he grunted out, not losing his pace as you let go. You could see a shudder in his body as the name he made you call him left your lips.
Your eyes closed in pleasure as an even more intense orgasm rolled over you, making back arch even further and strangled moans leave your lips.
You clenching around him made him come undone too, as his head dropped and soft grunts left his lips.
”Shit, shit, I’m gonna…”, he said, not being able to finish the sentence as pleasure overtook his body.
He sloppily rode out both of your orgasms before pulling out, tossing the condom into the bin.
”That was….”, you started, not finding the words to describe the pleasure you’d felt.
”Indescribable”, he finished off, laughing slightly.
Silence mixed with heavy breathing filled the room as you got dressed and you fixed your makeup.
Your back was turned to him, your eyes trained on your reflection in the mirror.
”I’ve missed you, you know”, he suddenly mumbled making your movements still. Your gaze shifted to your side, meeting his eyes in the reflective glass.
”I tried calling you a bunch of times”, he explained, brows furrowing.
”I changed my phone”, you answered.
You could see his cocky facade falter for a moment and see a flash of something in his eyes, you just couln’t quite put your finger on what.
Only a second later he was back to his, for the evening, regular behavior and a smirk was plastered onto his face.
”Well… Don’t change it again. You know my number. ”, he responded before turning toward the door. Right before he was about to turn the knob he turned around.
”Have fun at the party… Sweetie”, and right after he winked at you he was out the door.
You hated that nickname.
Written by Julia.
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