Samantha

It had been 4 days since Ash and I had crossed the line. I wish I could say it was a mistake, but it didn't feel like it. Our Instagram pictures had become better, more natural, more free. Plus, a part of me was proud I'd let myself risk something. Being bold was new for me, and I kind of liked it.

Yeah, why couldn't I be the girl who had friends with benefits?

So it was no big deal that we were driving to meet his family in an hour. We'd chill, have fun, hang out with Luka and Cara. I'd be super duper cool as a pickle. No biggie.

I was in a pink A-line skirt that ended mid-thigh with a matching off-the-shoulder top. The painfully high price-tag tucked in the back, in worn-out sandals and drugstore lipstick that dried too quick. My hair was in a semi-acceptable bun I mimicked from YouTube. And of course, I had smoked a few puffs of weed to be normal, but made sure my eyes didn't look bloodshot.

Ashton on the driver's seat was dripping with masculine confidence. Sporting black dress pants with a leather belt and designer dress shoes. He looked so comfortable in his own skin. The sleeves of his button-down rolled up, flashing a silver watch and rings. His hair was styled back with a light product, but still looked soft enough to touch. And his cologne. Oh God, his cologne.

If Luka and Cara weren't in the back, I'd be so inclined to lean over and inhale him. But I'm glad they were. I didn't want Ashton to think I was so attached already. This was probably a casual thing for him. Having fun. That's how I had to keep it. Keep my heart distant from other things.

We rounded into the driveway of his parents house when the sun was setting down. The sky was a romantic pink and peach. Palm trees swayed around a white house with a black roof. On the green front yard with pink and white roses, their house looked rich and welcoming.

There was an outdoor bar area with a fireplace and a dining table. I pictured so many opportunities for Instagram, but the bubble of excitement died quickly when I saw the crowd.

I thought I looked bold before, but now...seeing around thirty guests in cocktail dresses and red-bottomed heels, hair and makeup professionally perfected, I felt like nothing more than a joke.

"Ready?" Ashton turned his car off.

"Mhm." I tried to smile.

At least Cara and Luka seemed unbothered. Cara with her black turtleneck and cargo pants that had chains layered on each hip. Luka with yellow nail polish with smiley faces on them, in a pink sweatshirt and a white collar. They stood out, but didn't mind at all. I was the only one afraid.

"Эй, привет котеночек!" Vlad approached, flashing a Cheshire cat grin. Aside from his blonde ponytail and tatted forearm, he was dressed in all black like Ashton. "Oh, Ashton you're here too? Happy birthday."

"Wow, thanks." Ash rolled his eyes, going in for a hug.

"Cara! Don't you look nice tonight." Art checked her out head-to-toe. He was the tallest one, maybe 6'5? Also dressed in all black. The skinniest one, but with a kind, almost fatherly smile.

"Piss off," Cara crossed her arms.

"Hey, what are these for?" Luka poked the metal chains on her hip.

She stared at him, quirking an eyebrow. "It's for a leash."

"Oh, cool! You have a dog?"

"Ashton, baby! Where've you been?" A middle-aged woman with a blonde blowout opened her arms, squeezing Ashton as he bent over. "Why are you so late? Everyone's waiting for you."

"I know, I know. Hey, look! This is Sam. The vegan homeless I was telling you about." Ashton smiled at me.

"Vegan homeless?" I said dumbfounded while the rest chuckled.

"Look who finally made an appearance." A beer-bellied man with balding hair walked heavily toward us. He smiled at Ashton, but it was tense and kind of hostile.

"Hi, I'm Sam!" I offered my hand so he'd stop looking at him like that. It was his birthday after all.

"Hi, dear. I'm Yurik." He switched quickly, softening his voice. "I'm Ashton's dad. I hope he hasn't been too difficult to live with."

"Ashton?" I laughed. "No, are you kidding? He's the best roommate I've ever had. Parents included." Oh, crap. Why did I blurt that out. "No offense! I'm just talking about myself." I grimaced at Ashton. "He's been great. Sorry—"

"Hear that, dad?" Ash put his hand on top of my head. "I'm great. When's the last time you've received a compliment?"

"Don't worry, if I ever need compliments I'll become a bartender."

"Aw, you sure you can stand that long? We might need to get you one of those belly wraps that pregnant women have. You know, to keep your stomach up."

"Ashton." His mom chided, but humor danced in her eyes.

"What?"

"Dad!" Luka jumped into Yurik's arms, making him grunt and fall back.

His dad laughed in a throaty voice. "Okay, calm down. You're not a kid anymore."

"Go say hi to everyone." Ashton's mom beckoned. "Go, they're waiting for you."

"Okay, okay. Let's go." Ashton took my hand and I had a little heart attack.

"No, wait. Do I have to come?" I asked as quietly as possible as he dragged me toward the dining table.

"Why not? Are you scared, зайчик?" He seemed to enjoy my terror very much.

"Yes?" I glared (okay, pouted).

He chuckled. "Hey, Tom!" Oh God, we were already in front of strangers.

I couldn't do this. I couldn't. My mind blanked out so far away, I didn't feel present in my body. I grasped Ashton's shirt from his low back and fisted it tight to not fall apart. People smiled at me and said words and I responded, but I felt like they all hated and judged me.

Who is this sad, ugly girl Ashton is with? She'll never be good enough for him. She'll never fit here. They were just faking their smiles, I bet. Nobody wanted me here. Why did I come?

"Hey, you okay?" Ashton murmured when others weren't looking. I nodded. "Come, let me give you a tour of the house."

"What about Luka and—" I turned over my shoulder as he dragged me away.

"They're fine. Vlad is packing them hookah."

The crowd behind us dimmed into distant chatters. Ashton led me inside the house and the smell of homemade food wafted my nose. Everything was warm and cozy, and I wondered why Ashton had such a tense relationship with his parents. Why was his dad so mean to him?

"How long have you been living on your own?" I asked.

"In what sense?" The tone in his voice felt tense, like he dreaded the question.

"Like, alone? Away from your parents, I mean."

"Um..." He looked around the kitchen and dining area, lost for a moment. "Well, Luka and I grew up pretty much alone... they worked all the time. But, I officially moved out just two years ago."

"And Luka came with you?"

"Yeah. He came a year after."

"You guys are close, huh?" I smiled, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Very." He sighed. "Too close, sometimes."

I didn't know what that meant, but it didn't seem like the right time to ask.

"You like the house?" Ash asked, changing the subject.

"I mean, sure..." I failed at this basic social etiquette. Mom always forced me to play this role, but I felt guilty about lying. Obligated to compliment when it wasn't genuine.

He chuckled. "You seem more calm here than outside. Do people make you nervous?"

"Oh, big time." I widened my eyes. "That's why I always smoke. I don't know how to be around people. They freak me out. I always worry that they hate me."

"Why would they hate you?" He furrowed his brows.

I shrugged. "Why wouldn't they?" He gave me a confused look and I hugged myself. "What reason do they have to like me? It makes no sense..."

"Okay, say they don't like you. So what? Why do you care?"

Uh... "How can I... not?"

His eyes remained soft, tender, but a mischievous smirk pulled on his lips and he tugged on my hand. "Come on."

He switched the lights on to a guest bathroom, which was nothing special but a normal sink, toilet, and a shower.

I forced out a laugh. "Okay, why did you—"

He closed the door behind him and locked it. My breath hitched as he towered over me in this crammed up space and backed me against a wall.

"Wait, wait, wait—" I squeaked but he put his hand over my mouth, calm and amused as my eyes bulged out. I tried to protest that this was a horrible idea, but it came out muffled.

Ashton turned his other hand to flip the faucet on, the sound of running water washing away my sounds. Then he grabbed my hips and caught my lips with his, kissing me like it was our last time.

It didn't take more than three second for me to melt into him. Weakness pulsed through me, I wanted him to make me forget, to not be so scared, I wanted to just focus on this.

His hand traced down my hip to the back of my thigh, which he wrapped around him and pushed his hips into me. I mewled from the coarse friction of his denim. It hurt, but made me so needy, I breathed heavy against his lips and stood on my tiptoes to reach better.

I thought he'd pick me up, but he pecked me hard a couple of times then got on his knees.

I lost the ability to breathe as he stared at my skirt and grabbed the hem. "Ashton—"

"Shh." In one swift motion, he lifted the skirt and kissed me over my panties. His hot tongue touched my clit and my knees buckled. I drowned a whimper in my throat and held onto his hair.

"Please, don't!" I whispered, but goosebumps ran down my arms as he did it again, and against better instinct, like a total fool, I bucked my hips against him. Oh, I was such a hypocrite.

He watched me under his lashes, scary seriousness in his eyes. But he looked so hot, I felt my face burn and I wondered how ugly I must look from where he was. With a double chin, looking like a flushed pig, pathetic. Coming apart when he'd barely done anything.

He propped my leg over his shoulder and with his teeth, pulled my panties aside. I opened my mouth to argue, shoved his shoulders away, but he opened his mouth and swiped a flat, hot tongue across me and I gasped as every nerve-ending curled with pleasure.

Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to come. Screw this house and everyone. This was more important. His mouth on me, the pleasure he was giving me, and the way he didn't let me say no.

"I-I can't be quiet if you do this..." I covered my mouth and shut my eyes tight as he licked and licked, circling over my clit. He sucked it into his mouth and my legs trembled. "Please..."

"I like watching you struggle..." His voice had gone rough, raspy. He closed his eyes with a satisfied groan and just his pleasure alone shot me with a sudden orgasm. Within second, I grew oversensitive and couldn't take it anymore, but he didn't stop.

And the fact that he wasn't done, got me going again. A part of me was angry and I glared at him, but it wasn't effective when my eyes were hooded and blurry with tears.

It also didn't help that he chuckled and winked, and began to tease my slit with his finger.

"Oh... my God..." I arched my head toward the ceiling, ignoring his cocky face.

"You have such a good pussy." He sucked my clit harshly into his mouth and pulled, letting it out with a popping sound. Then he hissed through his teeth with furrowed eyebrows and admired it. "So fucking pretty..." He pressed his thumb above it and lifted the skin, then licked it slowly.

A new sensation washed over me and I was really falling now down the wall and whining.

"Shh..." He slid his finger inside me and in the worst, torturously slow way pushed in and out. A sly smirk tugged on his lips as he watched me. "You dirty little whore, you can't help yourself, can you? You just want more."

"Ugh, shut up." I fisted his hair, messing up the way he had styled it, and pushed him on me so he'd at least stop looking.

To punish me for taking control, he went harder than before, making it too cruel and impossible to keep my mouth shut.

"Okay, okay, please!" I whispered, standing on my tip-toes to get away from him. "Please, Ashton, don't."

He grunted in appreciation and fingered my soaked slit, keeping my clit in his mouth and flicking his tongue over it. His other hand reached up to my breast and tugged my shirt down, then my bra cup, until my nipple was between his fingers being twisted.

I saw myself in the mirror, with Ashton's broad shoulders and the back of his head between my legs. Who was this girl? This dirty, aroused, flushed-red mess being eaten out at a party while no one suspected? The vision of me in such a filthy, bold situation made my brain dissolve.

Euphoria took over and I smiled, feeling like a completely different person. I bit my lip, looking down at Ashton as he pulled away and smacked my clit.

I choked out a moan as a different type of orgasm, more harsh and shattering in waves rolled over me. I fell forward, draping myself over his shoulders, and Ashton took the opportunity to squeeze my ass. He bit my hip too, making me flinch and sending another lingering pleasure between my legs. I clenched them and whimpered, my inner thighs dripping.

"Come back, baby." He pushed me against the wall and rolled down my white lace panties to my ankles. He removed them completely and stuffed them in his pocket, standing up straight. He kissed my forehead.

"Wait, I need my underwear," I mumbled, lost in the dark drunkenness.

"No, you don't." He smirked and smoothed my hair, then cupped my face and lifted it toward him, even though I was still half-awake. "God, you're beautiful. I love watching you come."

He kissed my lips and I was so tired, but giddy that I giggled into it. He smiled, pulling back.

"Should I..." I touched his hard erection in his pants and he hissed.

"It'll take too long, we should head back." He kissed my nose as I pouted. "Later."

"Okay."

"Ready to go party now?" He winked as if this was his plan all along. To relax me with a kinky orgasm in the bathroom. I couldn't believe that it freakin' worked.

"I guess..." I contained my smile, but he knew. I don't know how, but he knew me so well.

When we stepped out of that house, everything felt different. I felt stronger, with Ashton by my side. People didn't scare me so much anymore and I was ready to have some fun.

"Is that Kevin?" Ashton scowled across the bar area.

I noticed Stacy and Kevin talking to Ashton's parents and my happiness came to a halt.

"What are they doing here?" I asked.

"No fucking idea."

~A/N~
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