by Tania Sparks
Unexpectedly a huge wave approaches but before we can retreat, the white water rises up around our thighs and disintegrates explosively around us. I hear Ash yell out, “Fuuuck!” as I shriek, “Holy crap, that’s cold!” Ash pulls on my hand as we run to escape the next rapidly approaching wave that’s even larger. I’m evidently not moving fast enough because Ash grabs me, hooking one hand around my waist and the other under my knees. He tries to lift me up, but before he gets a chance the wave crashes around us. I grab onto Ash’s neck trying to pull myself up his body and away from the icy cold water, but he trips and stumbles, letting go of me as both of us spill and collapse into the surf. The wave explodes over the top of us so we’re submerged in a white wash of salty ice-cold water. The wave recedes and I gasp for air, it’s not so much that I’ve been underwater for long, but the freezing temperature has literally taken my breath away. I try to gather my senses but all I can see is Ash lying next to me in the water in hysterics. He’s laughing so hard he’s rolling around holding his stomach. We both look like drowned rats, our hair is wet and clinging to our faces and we’re absolutely soaked, I can’t help but giggle at the absurdity. He jumps up and leans down to grab my hand, pulling me to my feet. “I’m so sorry Angel.” he laughs as he removes a piece of seaweed from my hair, “Fuck, I didn’t think the waves would come up so quickly, it sort of took me by surprise!” He wraps his arm around my shoulders, I’m shivering and my teeth are chattering loudly. “You’re frozen Angel, let’s get you inside.” He pulls me in close and we quickly make our way back up to the house, laughing and chuckling the whole way.
When we get inside Ash guides me across the living area, down the hall, through the master bedroom and into his large ensuite bathroom. He turns on the shower and checks the temperature. The shower’s made of white marble tiles, is large enough for a small party and has jets gushing from three of the walls. The hot steam swirls around the room, making the coldness on my skin quickly dissipate. Ash turns back to me, my tank top is clinging to me tightly as he rakes his eyes brazenly over my chest. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” he rumbles as he reaches down and grasps the bottom of my tank top, lifting it smoothly over my head. His hands move to my jean shorts and he undoes the button. His focus moves from his hands to my face. I look up to see desire and heat burning in his eyes. His fingers tug on the tag of the zip and he pulls my shorts slowly down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor. Reaching behind me he unclasps my bra, gently swiping the straps from my shoulders, letting it fall to join my shorts on the floor. My panties follow as they’re dragged down my legs. I’m now entirely naked and definitely not cold any more. Just the look on his face is making my body heat as electricity courses from my toes to the top of my head.
He guides me inside the shower and I let the hot water run over me. I put my head under the flow of water to wash off the salt and sand from my hair and skin. Ash slowly removes his own clothes as he watches me intently then steps inside the shower enclosure with me. He reaches behind me and picks up a bottle of body wash squirting some into his palms and rubbing them together to lather the bubbles. His hands smooth over my body, gently massaging the scented foam all over me. The soap smells like him, clean, woodsy and slightly spicy. I pick up the body wash and squirt some into my hands then massage it into his chest and shoulders. He’s so hard and strong and his skin is hot to the touch, burning, just like mine. This simple act of us washing each other is turning me on, making my skin tingle with anticipation. He turns me around and softly massages the body wash over my back. His hands slip down to the globes of my bottom and he squeezes gently. I lean against the cool walls, my hands resting palm down onto the tiles by my face. His grip gets stronger and he nuzzles his face into my neck. His lips drag against my skin, sucking and nibbling as a growl resonates in the back of his throat. He pushes his body up against my back possessively and I can feel his hardness pressing against me.
His right hand moves around over my hips to my stomach and then slides lower until his fingers are buried within my folds. He circles my clit and rhythmically pulses pressure. He’s strumming and stroking me like he’s playing his guitar as he murmurs a sultry melody in my ear. My body responds instantly and is humming to his song. His fingers slip lower, rotating around my entrance and then a single finger slides inside as he mumbles, “Damn Angel, you’re so wet for me already.”
“I’m always wet for you Ash.” I whisper.
A growl resonates from deep in his chest as he withdraws his finger. He grasps me roughly by my hips and quickly spins me around pushing my back against the cold tiles. In one swift motion he thrusts his cock powerfully inside my pussy. I gasp and loudly groan as a wave of pleasure sweeps through my body. My head falls back against the tiles and my eyes roll to the back of my head in delight. The coldness of the tiles combined with the heat radiating from Ash’s skin is assaulting my senses.
He reaches down and lifts me up by the back of my thighs placing my legs firmly around his hips as he continues to thrust rhythmically inside me. His tongue licks from my collar bone, up my neck and then he sucks on the sensitive skin below my ear. I’m wrapped around him, my full weight being supported by his hard hot body pressing me against the tiles, his hips thrusting rhythmically. His hands and mouth are everywhere, caressing and teasing, driving me crazy.
He unhooks my legs from around him and gently lowers my feet to the floor as he pulls out of me. Before I can protest at the loss, he drops to his knees and lifts my left leg placing it over his shoulder. His hands grip me tightly on my hips, then his tongue plunges inside my pussy, exploring me, making me fly. I tangle my fingers through his hair and tug desperately. He groans and I can feel his voice reverberating through me. He removes his tongue which is swiftly replaced by two fingers that curve inside me stroking in exactly the right place. His pace quickens, his lips return to my pussy as his tongue seeks my clit, he finds it swollen and throbbing, sucking it into his mouth, his fingers still thrusting inside me. The one leg I’m balancing on is getting weak as my whole body trembles and my head spins. “I’m so close Ash…oh god…right there…so close.”
I hear Ash growl as his suction on my clit intensifies, his tongue laving and licking. I feel like I’m being devoured. My orgasm starts deep inside and radiates through my body, crashing over me as I explode, my body and limbs convulsing and trembling. Ash laps and sucks as I slowly come down from my high. He gently lowers my leg down to the floor and rises to his feet, his mouth crashes passionately into mine as our tongues entwine. His hands grasp me on my waist and dig into my flesh. “I’m not finished with you yet Angel.” he growls as he reaches over and turns off the shower. Grabbing a fluffy white towel, he gently rubs it over my skin then wraps it around me. He gets another towel and wraps it around his waist. He picks me up and carries me out of the bathroom and lowers me gently down onto his bed. Lying down next to me he slowly peels the towel from my body. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, you’re my addiction. When I’m away from you, all I do is dream about you, and when we’re together everything feels like a dream. I’m not ever letting you go. You’re mine now.”
He kisses me gently on my lips and then places soft kisses over my jaw and down my neck. His hand slides to my breasts and his fingers grasp onto one of my nipples, gently rolling it between his finger and thumb. He lifts himself over me and rubs his erection over my clit, through my folds and down to my entrance then back to my clit again. He repeats the erotic stroke over and over again, his cock teasing and tempting me, making promises of pleasure but at the same time keeping that pleasure just out of reach. He’s driving me insane with need. I arch my back to try to get more, “Please Ash.” I whisper. His lips move back to my mouth and he kisses me softly but passionately as he slowly slides his cock into my pussy. I can feel him stretching me, filling me, claiming me. Once he’s fully sheathed he pulls out slowly and then glides back in with a slow and sensual stroke. He repeats the movement again, and
again, and again. The slowness forces me to feel every inch of him as he pushes inside. I can see that he’s struggling to keep control. His face is contorted in concentration, he’s biting his lower lip and his eyes are almost closed as his body starts to tremble. The slow sensual strokes feel so good, but I really need more. “Harder Ash, I need it faster.” I groan.
“Holy fuck Angel, you feel so good, if I move any faster it’ll all be over in less than a minute.”
Thrashing my head from side to side I reiterate my words desperately, “Faster Ash, I need it harder…please. I’m so close.”
“Patience Angel, just trust me.” He continues to slide into me, slowly, purposefully. On his next withdrawal, he thrusts back inside me hard, but instead of continuing to move, he stays motionless, buried deep.
“Please…” I beg. “Please Ash, Oh god, please move, I need more, please.” I have no shame, I’m literally begging for him to fuck me.
Again Ash pulls out slowly right to his tip, then he thrusts back in, holding still when he’s completely inside me. We both groan loudly. This is both agony and ecstasy. I decide that no amount of begging is going to get him to fuck me faster and harder, so I choose a different tactic, I lift my head and run my tongue up his neck. I secure my lips onto his earlobe and suck gently. My hands rake down his back and scratch hard enough that I almost draw blood. “Oh Fuuuck Angel!” he gasps. Just as I think I’ve hurt him he withdraws and mumbles “Sooo good.” Then he thrusts again, only this time he doesn’t hold still, he continues to move, thrusting in, withdrawing, thrusting in, withdrawing. I can feel an orgasm quickly building. My skin feels like it’s being pricked with needles and I swear I can feel the blood coursing rapidly through my veins. My heart is pounding wildly. We’re both breathing heavily, panting and groaning in pleasure. “Together Angel.” Ash struggles to stammer.
“Together.” I agree. I can feel Ash pulsing inside me then our orgasms explode together, we’re writhing as one as our bodies struggle to make sense of the energy surging between us. The pleasure seems to go on for an excruciating length of time, then the pulsing electricity slowly starts to subside until we’re both cognisant but exhausted. Ash reluctantly pulls out and collapses on the bed beside me. “Wow.” I softly exclaim.
“Yeah, wow.” Ash murmurs.
We lace our hands together between us and lie there catching our breath and recovering.
After a while Ash whispers, “We should probably get up Angel.”
“Yes, we probably should…but I’m totally shattered.” I laugh.
Ash chuckles as he gets up, “I’ll run you a bath Angel, then you can relax in there while I make us some lunch.”
“That sounds perfect thanks Ash.” I mumble as I curl up on my side and snuggle into the pillow. Ash walks towards the bathroom and I can hear the bath water turn on and some bath soap being squirted in and swirled around. The smell from the soap wafts into the bedroom and it smells like him again, clean, woodsy and slightly spicy. The shower also turns on and I can hear Ash showering while the bath fills. He’s quietly humming a cheerful tune and I smile to myself that we’re both feeling so happy and contented. After a couple of minutes the shower turns off and Ash comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist, beads of water dripping down his chiselled chest. He knows I’m sneakily watching him and I can see he has a cheeky grin that he’s trying to conceal. He brazenly drops the towel, walks around to the other side of the bed and grabs a clean pair of jeans out of the drawer then slowly pulls them on. “Like what you see Angel?” he asks cheekily.
“Mmm hmm.” I smirk raising my eyebrows and licking my lower lip. Shaking his head he comes over to me, picks me up and carries me into the bathroom putting me down onto my feet next to the bath, reaching over he turns off the taps. I step into the warm bubbly water and sit down with a loud contented sigh. Ash kisses me on the top of my head, “I’ll go get some lunch put together Angel. You take your time to rest and relax, I’ll be back soon.”
After about twenty minutes Ash comes back into the bathroom. He offers me his hand, “You ready to get out Angel?” he asks. I hold up my hand and he pulls me up and I step out of the bath. He dries me off with another fluffy white towel. I walk into the bedroom and notice that he’s brought my overnight bag in from the car and it’s now sitting on the end of the bed. “Why don’t you get dressed Angel, lunch is set up in the kitchen, just come out when you’re done.” He gives me another kiss and leaves me to get ready.
I put on my black lace bra and panties and pull on a pair of pale blue jeans and a emerald green silk tank top. I grab my make-up bag and make my way back into the bathroom. After putting on some mascara and lip gloss I start to do my hair. I’m hoping that Ash has a hair dryer because I didn’t bother to pack my one. I look in the cupboards and not only find a hair dryer, but I chuckle to myself when I realise that he probably has more hair product than I do! Once I’m ready I make my way out to the kitchen. Ash is sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter. He’s still only wearing his jeans and looks as sexy as sin. I smile as I walk towards him. He pulls out a stool for me and I sit down. He’s set out a selection of cheeses, cold meats, bread, pickles and fruit. “I hope this is okay?” he asks.
“It looks delicious Ash.” I exclaim. “Almost as delicious as you.” I giggle as I scan my eyes over his chest.
Ash chuckles at my sassiness. “What do you want to drink Angel?” he asks.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” I reply.
“Well I’m going to have a beer, but I also have wine, orange juice, whatever you feel like.”
“A beer would be great thanks Ash.” He gets up and grabs our drinks. We eat and chat over our lunch which tastes as delicious as it looks.
When we finish, we move over to the couch. Ash sits at one end and I snuggle up against him placing my hand on his bare chest. “What do you want to do this afternoon Angel?” Ash asks. “We’re not meeting the others until about four, so we have about three hours to kill.”
“Honestly, I don’t think I can do much, you’ve worn me out, I’m exhausted!”
Ash sniggers at me, “How ‘bout we just put on a movie and relax for a bit?” he suggests.
“Sounds just perfect Ash.” I reply.
He gets up, pulls on a t-shirt (damn!) and puts on a movie. I snuggle back into him. He’s so warm and comfortable to nestle into. Ash presses the remote to start the movie but in all honestly, I don’t even know what movie it is, because I drift off to sleep before it even starts!
After what feels like only a couple of minutes, Ash is gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, “Wake up sleepy head.” he whispers. He gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Time to go meet up with the guys.”
I yawn, “Did I drop off to sleep?” I ask in surprise.
“You certainly did, you were asleep before the movie even started!” he chuckles. He helps me get up and I stretch and shake to try to get my wary body working again. After tidying up my makeup and hair, we head out to meet the others at the local bar. We call a taxi so that we don’t have to worry about driving back after we’ve had a few drinks.
Chapter 13
By the time we arrive the other guys are already there and have commandeered a large table located outside in the garden bar. We say hi and I grab myself a stool and pull it up next to Lizzie who’s sharing a bench seat with Scott. Ash pulls up a stool next to me, placing his hand casually on my knee. We grab ourselves a beer from the bucket of Coronas that are already on the table.
We all catch up with what each other’s been doing and what everyone’s plans are before the tour starts, with the consensus being enjoying the free time and relaxing. The guys all start talking shop about the upcoming tour, so I lean over to Lizzie, “So Lizzie, how did you and Scott meet?” I ask.
She smiles shyly at me. “Well, I teach a music class at the school where I work. One day the kids were all talking about this group called Oblivion, I’d never heard of them…” she giggles coyl
y. “But the kids loved them so much and after a bit of Googling I found out that when they aren’t touring, the guys from Oblivion live here in LA. So I wrote to them and asked if they’d like to visit a music class to inspire some kids! I thought my chances were absolutely zero, but I figured I’d give it a try. After about my fourth email, I heard back from their management company. Apparently they were calling by LA for a few days and they told me that the lead singer and the bass player had a free morning and that they’d love to call by and talk to the kids. I hadn’t told any of the kids what I’d arranged, but on the day when Scott and Hansen walked in the door, the kids went absolutely crazy. Honestly it was one of the most memorable days I’ve ever had in my teaching career. Those kids were mesmerised, they still talk about it now and ever since that day they put so much more effort into their music practices, it’s unbelievable. Anyway, throughout the hour that the guys were talking to the kids and keeping them enthralled, Scott kept looking over to me and smiling. At the end of their talk, I thanked them and walked them out. When we got outside the classroom door, Scott leaned in really close and whispered in my ear asking me if I wanted to meet him for a drink. I said that I would love to. Of course, that was a few months ago and the rest is history!”
I sit listening absorbed in Lizzie’s story. I had sort of presumed that her and Scott had hooked up at one of his concerts. I’m quite pleased that they met under different circumstances, it makes it seem that more real. Lizzie’s completely taken with Scott and Scott has completely fallen for her. After chatting more I find out that it’s school holidays soon and Lizzie plans on accompanying Scott for the first few weeks on tour. Lizzie’s a real sweetie, it’s going to be great to have another girl to keep me company when we’re on the road.
Everyone’s content and relaxed and we all chat happily. After a little while I spot Trixie who’s wondering around the bar trying to find us. I can see that she’s made an extra effort to look sexy. She’s wearing skin-tight black jeans with a studded belt, a black tank top that hugs her in all the right places, a pink and black chiffon scarf looped around her neck and her black stiletto boots. Her long blonde hair smooth, emphasising the bright pink ends. She’s swaying her hips as she walks, she obviously has her sights set on having some fun tonight! As she makes her way through the crowd, Nikki spots her and although he doesn’t yet know she’s on her way to us, he rumbles under his breath, loud enough for us all to hear, “Holy fuck, I call dibs on that!” He’s practically salivating and is already standing when Trixie spots us. She smiles and waves at me. Nikki goes to wave back thinking she’s waving at him, until he spots me waving back and quickly puts his hand down. Trixie saunters over to us. “Hi Trix!” I say excitedly.