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Think of You Later in my Empty Room// Calum Hood

Hello friends! It's been an absolute dream getting to co-write with Crystal again - it's been far too long! There's not much to intro here - as we mentioned, this series originated with us daydreaming about lighting up and getting down with our guys and for Cal, a lazy day at home seemed so natural, and its me so we made it a lil emo for ya.

I hope you checked out @kindahoping4forever's blog for Hit of Dopamine, Higher Than I've Ever Been, which is the Ash installment, and you'll want to go back and check out the verifiably unhinged Luke part tomorrow.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Cal, angsty!girlfriend worried about missing him when he leaves again. significant use of weed, high sex, oral sex, anal play, cum play, dirty talk containing strong language

Word Count: 6260

I Hope You Think Of Me High Series Masterlist

Crystal Masterlist // Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in our bios

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It’s a lazy afternoon in bed, in the middle of a lazy day in the midst of a lazy week. Calum’s fingers tangle in your hair as you lay in his lap and you giggle softly as you look up at him, eyes warning him to be careful but also asking him not to stop touching you.

You hum contentedly to the softly playing playlist in the background, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes fixate on you as you stretch out in one of his favorite t-shirts. Your gaze happens upon his packed luggage by the door, a silent reminder of the topic you’ve both been trying to ignore, and you try not to let your face fall but judging by the sigh he lets out, he definitely noticed.

“We can talk about it if you want,” he offers.

“I don’t want,” you say stubbornly. “Anything outside of this room, outside of this bed doesn’t exist to me right now.”

He chuckles, smoothing his hand over the top of your head. “Baby… it’s only gonna be a couple of weeks. And then you’ll be on the road with me.”

You pout, “You just got home.”

“I know, love. And we’ve had a great week together, haven’t we?” You stay quiet, not ready to concede your point, so he continues. “We both knew the schedule when the tour got planned, a week to recharge between legs… knew it wasn’t gonna be easy.”

You sigh, “Cal, I can understand it and accept it and still be sad about it. I’ve just now gotten used to you being here again… I like having you here to talk to, to share things with… just to get a hug when I need one…”

“I miss those things when I’m away, too,” he reminds you, pulling your hands to his lips so he can kiss your wrists. He grins brightly, trying to cheer you up. “But it’s only a couple weeks until you get that time off and you can join me… I’m very glad your passport finally came.”

You can’t help but reach up to caress his raised cheeks. “Yeah… I’m looking forward to it. Really,” you admit, smiling back at him. “So much to do before then, though. Gotta get all my stuff together, all the stuff you’re definitely gonna forget to pack and want me to bring out with me.” You giggle at your own joke and giggle even louder at his pouty reaction to it.

“I know you’re teasing me but we should actually start seeing what all you wanna bring so we know whether or not we need to buy you a bigger suitcase,” he points out.

“So the rest of the week is gonna be busy is what you’re saying.”

“Yes, which is why we’re doing this today,” he says matter of factly, grabbing the bong off the bedside table, gesturing for you to pass him the lighter you’ve been fidgeting with. You toss it to him and sit up against the headboard next to him, watching lovingly as he repacks the bowl from your morning smoke session.

Ever the gentleman, Calum offers it to you first, paying close attention as you position yourself over the mouthpiece, waiting for your cue to light the bowl. You end up taking a pretty good hit and he grins at you as he clears the chamber for himself. You watch his nimble fingers wrap around the bong, gracefully lighting up and tucking the lighter into his palm as he removes the slide, inhaling a large hit and dramatically throwing his head back to blow it out.

You bite your lip, watching him reset for a second hit; his eyes are on you, watching you watch him, noticing your eye line is mostly on his fingers. He inhales and then pulls you in, first to shotgun the hit to you and then to slot your lips together for a kiss after you blow out the smoke. He offers you the bong and when you decline, he uses it once more himself before setting it back on the nightstand.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, patting his thigh. You climb up to straddle him, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You let out a soft sigh as his hands rub up and down your bare thighs, eventually nudging your shirt up over your hips so he can give your ass a tight squeeze. He raises his eyebrows, surprised. “Forgot you’re not wearing panties,” he chuckles.

You smirk and kiss his neck. “What’s the point? You’re just gonna take ‘em off me anyway.”

“I like you naked… I like being naked with you too, is that so wrong?”

“Nah… you know I like our naked bods pressed together too.”

He shrugs. “They don’t even need to be pressed together… I just prefer ya naked.” He tugs the back of your shirt and you lean back, lifting your arms up so he can pull it off. His fingers trail over your skin as he removes your top and you shiver. “Love the way your body responds to my touch… spent weeks getting off to the thought of touching you again.” He drags his fingers across the tops of your breasts, along your collarbone, down your side and across your tummy as he whispers. Your body lets him know how much you love it by raising goosebumps over your skin and your nipples hardening.

You thread your fingers into Cal’s hair as he leans in to kiss on your neck, his stubble prickling your skin. He leans you back to allow himself more access to your body and he immediately takes advantage by wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. He rolls the other between his fingers and palms your breast, and switches, lavishing his tongue over the other side.

You gently scratch at his scalp and he looks up at you, sleepy, red eyes telling you how high he is. He grins before putting his attention back on your tits, sucking marks onto them before pressing a gentle kiss to each one and then kissing back up your neck. He engages you in a slow, sensual make out. His hands feel like they’re everywhere at once, all over your body while yours travel into his boxer to squeeze his ass. He eagerly shimmies them off, sitting up on his knees to toss them aside. “You’re so gorgeous, baby, never get tired of looking at you,” he coos, intertwining your fingers.

“Me? Look at you, bubba,” you sigh, looking him up and down, realizing how hard he is.

He takes your hand in his and moves them both toward his body, cupping his cock with his and your hand. “This is all you baby, you do this. Every damn time,” he explains. You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with him as he moves your hands, swiping his fingertips through your folds. “And I love that I do this to you,” he murmurs, holding up his wet fingers. He sticks them in his mouth and your chilled out brain is still processing that image when he starts moving much quicker than he has all day.

He grabs the super soft blanket from the foot of the bed and quickly shakes it out as he lays next to you again. You both watch, stoned minds fascinated, as the material balloons and flutters back down to cover your bodies, “Your favorite,” he mumbles sweetly, kissing your forehead before turning onto his side so he can drape his arm across your stomach and pull you in close against his chest.

The two of you snuggle together, alternating between whispering sweet nothings to each other and dozing off. Naturally, things eventually evolve into another sweet make out session and you can’t get enough of the slow, unrushed indulgence.

Cal enjoys touching you as much as you enjoy him touching you, which makes everything so much better. He softly moans, appreciating your body’s reactions to him, just like he mentioned. You lean in as he presses gentle kisses to your neck and sigh his name.

“Need you, sweet girl,” he rasps in your ear.

You rub your fingertips against his stubble and nod. “Yeah… need you too, handsome.”

He smooths his hand down your side, pushing his thigh between yours, moving his hand from your hip to your pussy to help him guide his cock in. Your breath hitches in your throat and your jaw falls slack. On a good day, he’s a tight fit, but when you’re high, you feel it extra. “Fuck,” you whimper as he sinks all the way in.

Concern colors his voice as he groans, “You alright, darlin’?” You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, breathing through the stretch. You turn your head towards him, looking for a kiss and his tongue is quickly in your mouth, trying to soothe you. He’s ready to reach for lube when you finally relax into him. “That’s good, baby,” he praises you.

Calum stays unmoving, buried in you, giving you more time to adjust and himself more time to strategize. If he thrusts into you, he knows it’ll feel too good and he’ll have trouble keeping things at a slow pace, which is not only the vibe of the day but something you clearly need. But if you move against him, he knows he’ll cum almost instantly and neither of you will get to enjoy the experience. You’ve been high with him enough times to recognize his dilemma and you offer a simple solution. “Just lay here with me, bubba,” you suggest. You add with a dreamy sigh, “Feel so good inside me.” Your eyelids are heavy as you turn to look at him, nipping at his nose before parting your lips for a kiss. He happily obliges and the two of you are soon caught up in an endless loop of soft open mouth kisses with curious tongues, while your fingers dance across each other’s skin, your bodies still intimately connected.

Your boyfriend is fully entranced with you and he wants more. One hand caresses your thigh while the other gently cups your tits, softly teasing your nipples. He groans softly into your mouth when his fingertips move over to your clit, gently at first. He feels how turned on you are and decides to add a little more pressure,and you moan quietly.

“You’re so wet, little darlin’.”

“How am I not supposed to be?”

He grins as you arch your back into him. “You know I love you this way… open, wet… love you high because everything feels so good to you and with you.”

“Caaaaal… oh… like that… please?”

“F’course darlin’.” He keeps sliding his fingers up and down your clit, varying it with circles every so often. You gasp at the sensations he’s given and your breath shift makes your pussy throb around him. “Ohhh…” Cal moans with you. “Mmm… baby, I think this is working for both of us.”

“It’s definitely working for me,” you pant, moving against him.

“You really like when I do this,” he mutters, sliding his fingers across your clit. “Your cunt squeezes so good…”

You moan at the action and his words, clawing at his arm with one hand, your other covering his at your tits. He lets you intertwine your fingers there and he holds you while he nibbles your neck and sucks your earlobe, all his cock still fills you, his hand working between your legs. He could not be more all over you than he is right now and you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by his attention.

His name spills from your lips over and over, he is the only thing you really know or care to know in this moment. You start pulling at his arm, trying to get him to stop rubbing your clit, even though you can’t put the words together. You turn your head toward him, softly whining, “Please, Cal… feels so good… don’t wanna cum yet.”

He slows his fingers down, speaking softly to you. “Ok, sweet girl, I can be patient if you can.” He holds his wet fingers to your mouth and you clean them, licking and sucking at them. “Sweet, sweet girl,” he murmurs, smiling at you. He wraps his arms around you possessively and the two of you lay cuddled.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to immerse yourself in all of your senses. Unsurprisingly, they’re being dominated by the love and comfort you find in Cal. You take in his scent, which is always calming to you. His even breathing in your ear, his little loving whispers, his soft lips against your neck. You run your fingertips over his arms, softly humming in response to his presence. Everything seems to be moving slowly in your hazy, lovestruck mind so you’re not sure how long the two of you have been laying here but you wish it could go on forever.

“Calum… bubba,” you sigh quietly. “I love you… I love you and I love being full of you…”

He gently thrusts his hips in response, whispering in your ear, “And I love filling you, darlin’… And I love you. My best girl.”

You reach one hand back and thread your fingers in his hair. “Think I’m ready to cum for you, handsome.”

Calum uses one hand to pull you into a kiss, the other finding its way back to your clit. You immediately arch against him and he takes the opportunity to cover your face, neck and shoulder with wet kisses, groaning into your skin as he goes. Overwhelming you again.

The orgasm shouldn’t be a surprise but it feels like it comes on suddenly and it’s incredibly intense. You whimper and whine as you tighten around him and he’s sensitive enough from the weed that it makes him cum too. “Oh my god, Cal,” you breathe as you feel his cum spilling into you. Your nails dig in anywhere you can reach and you bite his arm where it holds you across your shoulders.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he huffs. “Always so good to me, shoulda known you’d make me cum like that.” He gently nibbles along your jaw.

“So good, love,” you murmur, turning into him for a kiss.

You lay wrapped up in each other for a while but you both get a little restless as the high starts to wear off. “Should get you cleaned up darlin,” he remarks. You clench around him as he pulls out and you close your eyes, giggling at the loud groan he lets out at how good it feels. You expect to feel the bed shift from him getting up to head to the bathroom but it never does and you turn over to see what he’s up to.

You find him digging through the bedside table, finally pulling out a baggie of pre-rolled joints. He lights one and takes one, two puffs before passing it to you. He watches you finish a hit before he’s pushing your thighs apart and settling between them. He leans back up for a quick kiss and to grab the joint from you, taking another hit before placing it back between your lips.

“I love seeing you like this… open… messy, my cum dripping out of you,” he groans. His fingertips slide through your folds and he licks the mess of his release off of them. You moan and put one arm behind you to prop you up so you can enjoy the show. You love when he gets like this. His tongue slicks through your folds, immediately teasing your entrance. “I never get tired of the way we taste together.”

You use one hand to lift the joint to and from your lips, the other stays threaded into Cal’s hair as you watch him noisily eat his cum out of you. After a certain point it’s obvious he’s moved beyond the task of cleaning you and he’s now just enjoying your body. He moans into you, nips at your thighs, holding them tight to leave marks, sucking hickeys as he goes. He sucks a particularly large one onto your hip while his thumb rubs your clit and you hear the pop when he pulls off. You blow out a smoke ring as you feel the stirrings of another potential orgasm and you wonder what you ever did to get this lucky.

Calum uses his head to gesture toward you as one hand is occupied kneading your ass, and the other is still playing with your clit. “Can I get that last hit, baby?” You take the cigarette from your own lips and stick it between his. Looking down at Cal, plump lips glistening, red and swollen from eating you out, killing a joint while still between your legs - you’re confident it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. You offer him the ashtray from the bedside table and he coolly tosses the finished joint in it before blowing his smoke at your pussy. “You ready to cum for me again?”

“Jesus, Cal… make me cum for you.”

His lips quickly wrap back around your clit and your fingers make a mess of his hair as he holds onto you tightly. His tongue makes quick, precise work of your clit and your reinvigorated high has you feeling overwhelmed once again. All of your senses are screaming Cal and only Cal.

He pulls your thighs over his shoulders, intertwining your fingers as he decides to start working his tongue inside you, instead of just playing with your clit.

“Holy fuck… Cal… please please please.” You whimper, panting out his name over and over.

“That’s my girl,” he hums, grinning against you. He works his tongue back in, as deep as he can and you buck your hips against his face. He teases, “Needy, darlin’?”

You chant his name, hips meeting every flick of his tongue. He’s both amused and turned on based on the giggles and groans he’s filling you with. He starts humming and ultimately that’s what sets you off. You swear you’ve never moaned louder in your life as you crash over the edge, hips grinding wildly against his face. Cal withdraws his tongue but slowly licks over your clit, bringing you down in a slow way. He lets go of your hands and grabs your hip, rubbing his thumb there reassuringly. You reach out, searching for his other hand, but it quickly registers that he’s using it to slowly stroke his cock.

He notices you’ve gone uncharacteristically silent as he quickly licks and cleans your second orgasm and when he pulls back to look up at you, he finds you with your face buried in your hands.

“What’s goin’ on, sweet girl?” He asks softly, gently pulling your wrists so you’ll uncover your face.

You stare at him, pink chubby cheeks all pink and sweaty, plump lips all red and swollen, a sweet look of concern coloring his expression. “Just… overwhelmed, I think,” you admit.

He settles in next to you, leaning down to peck your lips. “Wanna talk about it?”

You tuck a hand in his curls, smiling at him wistfully. “I’m not sure there’s much to talk about, Cal… I just feel so much for you… all this love and the emotion…” You trail off, trying to gather your thoughts, figure out how to articulate the lump in your throat. “Having all of your attention these past couple days… it’s just been so wonderful. You’re so wonderful. Make me feel so safe and loved. Known. And I think… I need to try and figure out how to comprehend… like… that’s all going away in a couple of days. I don’t know if you know, Cal… but I had a really tough time these past couple months without you. And now we’re going right back into that. You weren’t home long enough.”

Calum takes a long, deep breath, holding your gaze. You can tell he feels bad that you’re hurting and that it makes him feel even worse that he’s the cause and there’s nothing he can do about it. Fighting the frown that threatens to cloud his features, he gives you a soft smile and starts pressing kisses to your face. “I agree with you, love… I wish I was able to be here longer too. Feel like we were just getting back in the swing of things and now I have to go away again,” he shrugs. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “But I promise you, ‘all of this’ isn’t going away baby. We’re gonna be back together again before you know it. And you know I’m always just a phone call or a FaceTime away. Even when we’re apart, I’m always there for you and you’re always there for me. That part doesn’t change.”

You nod, chewing your lip. You almost feel embarrassed at your outburst. It’s not like you didn’t know things would be like this when you started dating him. “I know, bubba… I didn’t mean to make it seem like you’re abandoning me or anything. I know you’d do anything for me, no matter where you are. I’m sorry.”

He does a double take, looking at you incredulously. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I don’t want to make you feel bad about leaving. I want you to go on tour, I want you and the band to be successful enough so that you have to leave like this. You’re just doing what you love and I want that for you.”

He sighs, lifting your hand to his lips. “Baby, I also love you. And you’re just feeling your feelings. And all the feelings you just shared with me are completely valid. This is a lot to process. It’s a hard transition from being together all the time to not getting to see each other, especially since this is new for us.”

You give him a sad smile. “Are you about to tell me it gets easier?”

Calum rubs over your arm, grinning. “Oh, definitely not, darlin’, this part’s always gonna be torture,” he chuckles. “We’ll get better about dealing with it, though, I think. ‘Specially if we keep talking about it like this.”

You squeeze his hand on your arm. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Thank you for being honest. Know it’s hard with me sometimes. But I’m glad you told me how you felt.”

You run your hand through his curls and lean in, needing to feel his lips on yours. He pulls you closer and you feel his still semi hard cock brush your stomach. You stay engaged in the kiss but let your hand wander down his body, wrapping around his length. He hums in response to your touch but after a few strokes, he reaches down to stop you.

“I’m OK, sweet girl. Let’s get up and get some food, maybe some sunshine,” he insists, moving your hand away from his body and interlacing your fingers. Your face must display your confusion because he chuckles as he kisses your knuckles before pushing up off the bed and crossing the room to the dresser. He smiles warmly as he tosses you a clean t-shirt and pulls out a pair of shorts for himself. “You’ve given me so much this week, darlin’, think it’s OK if we say you owe me one.”

You follow Cal into the kitchen where he sets to work making a couple sandwiches and cutting up some fruit; you make yourself useful by pouring two tall glasses of ice water and grabbing the lighter, pipe and weed jar off the kitchen counter to take outside. The two of you set everything up on the table in the shade and just as you’re about to take your seat, you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You relax against him while the two of you eat and you can tell he’s doing his best to comfort you in light of the conversation you just had. His arm rests across your lap, he presses soft kisses to your jaw and cheek, his hands shower you in affection, never leaving your skin.

“Sweet girl?” He murmurs into your ear after the meal is over. You cock your head to indicate you’re paying attention and he brings the jar of weed around to your line of vision, shaking it. “You wanna smoke this with me? Should be a little bit more of a mellow vibe than what we had earlier.”

Mellow definitely sounds good to you right now, so you nod and turn to so you can watch his hands work, carefully packing the bowl. You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, enjoying the show. You still feel a bit overwhelmed from earlier but after witnessing how thoughtful and attentive he was in navigating your emotions, how willing he was to talk things out with you, you’ve felt the sadness dissipating and instead be replaced by a need to be close to him, to show him your appreciation.

Calum must be feeling similarly because midway through his task, he turns and quickly draws you into a hungry kiss before nuzzling his nose to yours. “What a perfect way to close out such a lovely day with my girl,” he murmurs, running his hand up your thigh.

You brush his hair back, letting your hand fall to his neck and then chest. You play innocent, though you know exactly what rubbing your thumb over his nipple will do. You watch as his eyes close and his lips part, letting out a soft moan. “You’re so good to me, Cal,” you coo, leaning in to kiss his neck, sucking a mark onto his collarbone. He would typically stop you but it feels too good and he loves you too much right now for him to care.

The pipe lays forgotten on the table as your kisses trail lower, allowing your tongue to poke out and tease his other nipple. His hand comes down to hold the back of your neck as you tease him and you groan against his skin when you feel his cock twitch in his shorts. His fingertips run up your thighs, bunching your t-shirt at your hips as his touch continues the journey up your stomach and ribs, then gently over your breasts and nipples and back again.

After a few more minutes of this, he gently nibbles your earlobe and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off?”

You lean into his ear to whisper, “Can I ask for something in return?”

“Anything.” He says earnestly, tongue sliding over your lips before kissing them.

You look into his eyes. “Fill me?” You ask, reaching down to squeeze the tent forming in his shorts.

He lifts his hips with you still on him, kicking his shorts off and giving himself a few pumps to get fully hard. His fingers run up your thighs, ready to pull off your underwear but he laughs heartily when he realizes there’s nothing there.

“Still no panties?”

“Still no point,” you smirk, turning back around in his lap and lowering yourself down on his cock.

Cal hastily discards your shirt, burying his face in your bare shoulders as you continue to sink down on him. You let out a breathy sigh, wiggling your hips to get him bottomed out and your efforts are met with a low growl from him.

You gently turn his head toward you, giving him a heated kiss, finishing off by sucking his bottom lip. As you turn and press your back into his chest, his hands come around to cup your tits and he plays with your nipples, “I love the way you feel in me,” you sigh.

“I love the way you feel around me, baby. Tight, warm, wet… absolute perfect fit.”

You use his thighs for leverage as you push yourself up until just his tip is at your entrance and then you sink down as slow as you can possibly manage, intending to feel every vein and ridge of his cock. He pulls you back into a sloppy kiss and he’s practically shaking from the sensations you’re giving him.

“You OK, handsome?” You ask, teasing lilt in your voice.

“Do that again.”

You repeat your actions and he chokes on his moan. He settles his hands on your hips and though you expect him to try to get you to move faster, his grip just squeezes your skin as he sits back and lets you control the pace, groaning as he watches you take him over and over again.

“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he praises, head lulling back, closing his eyes to appreciate your slow work.

Your brow furrows in concentration as you move over him, thighs burning from going so slow but it feels so fucking good and he sounds so fucking good, you know the memory will be worth the pain later. You feel him lean in to cup your tits, giving them a nice squeeze before he turns your face towards his again, slotting your lips together.

His hand starts to drift between your legs but you bat it away, groaning, “Cal… let me do this, baby, let me make us feel good.”

He curses under his breath but obliges, leaning back to let you move freely. He goes quiet and you smirk to yourself, knowing he’s probably become hypnotized watching your ass jiggle and bounce as you ride him. You speed up just a little, trying to give him a bit more of a show, and sure enough you hear his breathing get heavier and feel a hand stroke down your skin, making a home for itself on the small of your back, wanting to touch you but also not wanting to obscure his view.

“Goddamn, darlin’...” He breathes, voice raspy and ragged. “Look so fuckin’ good riding me… don’t know why we don’t do it like this more often.”

You toss him a teasing look over your shoulder. “Because you’re a sweet boy who loves to kiss and look into your lover’s eyes… also the combo of staring at my ass and watching your cock disappear usually makes you cum pretty quick.”

Cal laughs loudly, “If you were seeing what I’m seeing, you’d be a lot closer to losing control too, baby.”

He groans loudly as you slow down again, rolling your hips extra slow so he can get a good look at your body engulfing him. “Well, next time we’ll have to make arrangements for that,” you tease, biting your lip as the possibilities run through your mind.

“Lotta things we’ll have to get to next time,” he teases back, letting his hand slide from your back to between your cheeks, fingers grazing your rim. He chuckles darkly at the way your body instinctively responds, how you fall forward, your back arching, your ass making itself more accessible to him. He loves that your body is asking him to continue but he wants to hear you say it so he plays dumb and asks, “Oh?”

“Yeah… please” is all you can manage but it’s all the prompting he needs. He sucks his thumb into his mouth and the wet noises of him coating it in spit, the loud pop when he releases it causing you to shiver in anticipation. You raise your hips, stilling your movements, holding your breath as you feel his hands on your backside again. He squeezes and massages your cheeks before spreading them and pressing his thumb against your hole. “Yesssss… Caaaal,” you sigh, overcome by the contrast of the dull pressure of his finger pushing inside you while his other four offer feather light reassurance just above the intrusion.

He groans as he prods further, getting lost in your breathy reactions and the bliss of watching your body accept even more of him. “Come on, little darlin’,” he rasps, squeezing your hip with his free hand. “Gonna keep movin’ for me?"

You whimper as you resume riding him, doing your best to set a new and effective pace even though you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by the knowledge Calum is filling both of your holes. His noises blend with yours, the two of you moaning together, you reacting to the deliciously full feeling he’s giving you, Cal doing his best to keep in control despite the fact that your ass looks unreal taking everything he’s giving you, that he’s feeling friction from his thumb on his cock and it’s bringing him closer to the edge than he’s ready for.

“Fuck, darlin’... can’t tell you how this looks… feels… gonna be thinkin’ about this every fuckin’ night when I’m gone,” he pants, a sense of relief washing over him when he hears the tone of your whines and recognizes that you’re about to finish as well. “So good… so fucking good, baby.”

You speed up, grabbing your tits, grinding down, chasing your orgasm, undecided whether focusing on the stimulation in your ass or your pussy is going to get you there fastest. Your body makes that call for you, deciding that Cal’s soft groans of encouragement are more than enough reason for you to cum. Your legs shake and you cry his name as your walls pulse around him, your third orgasm of the afternoon hitting you harder than you expected.

Calum thrusts gently up into you, happy to give you recovery time if you need it but also more than ready to follow you over the edge. You feel his hips start to stutter and you know you only have a limited amount of time to direct him. You quickly jut your backside out as much as you can and look behind you to tell him, “Cum on my ass, Cal… give us both something to think about while you’re gone.”

Another strained “Fuck” and a groan of your name are all he has time to respond with because your request has him immediately pulling out and pressing his cock to your cheeks without a second to spare. He struggles to keep his eyes open to take in the sight of his cum spilling onto your ass but as you moan at the feeling of his warmth coating your skin, he has to screw his eyes shut and vocalize with you. He gives himself a squeeze, milking out the last few drops before letting out an exhausted sigh and falling back against the chair.

He reaches over to the table, blindly searching for the napkins from lunch, finally finding them and quickly cleaning your messy skin. He squeezes your ass, massaging it more as he leans forward and presses kisses along your spine before wrapping his arms around your ribs so he can pull you back against him. He presses his face against your neck, still trying to catch his breath.

“You OK, bubba?” You chuckle, squeezing your arms on his.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmurs against your neck, inhaling deeply and pressing a few soft kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders.

“I just give what I get, love.”

The two of you sit quietly, naked and relaxing against each other, basking in the sun and the bond you’re feeling. You can tell your boyfriend is starting to doze off and you know if he goes, you’ll end up nodding off as well. “Let’s go back to bed, bubba,” you suggest. “That soft blanket and mellow weed are calling our names.”

You whine as you stand and stretch, hurting in all the best ways. Calum watches your every move and if you couldn’t feel his eyes on you, when you turn to look at him, the loved up grin on his face gives him away. You grab the pipe while he swipes up the discarded clothes and you wrap your arms around his middle as you walk back inside.

Back in the bedroom, you settle in against the headboard once more. You lean your head on Cal’s shoulder as he lights the pipe, smoke billowing around you. His suitcase is still by the door, staring you down, but it doesn’t seem quite as confrontational as it did a few hours ago.

"I'm gonna miss you," you say plainly. You peck his shoulder as you take the pipe from him. "I think I can be OK with that, though."

"Oh yeah?" He squeezes your thigh, lighting the bowl for you. He jokes, "What changed your mind, all the sex or all the drugs?"

You giggle, elbowing him as you blow your smoke out. "I just think days like today will make all the ones we have to spend apart a little bit easier… gives us something to remember, something to look forward to."

"That's true, that's a good point," Calum agrees, setting the pipe on the table and pulling you into an embrace. "Wouldn't be special if these days happened all the time."

"Yeah…" You agree wistfully. "Still gonna have one of these days when I come visit you though, right?"

Cal nods emphatically. "Baby, you're flying in on a day off and I'll tell you something right now, very first thing, the panties are coming off and not going back on for at least that entire day," he declares with a naughty grin.

You relax against him, missing him already but taking comfort in making plans and sharing jokes. "See, bubba, you're learning," you tease. "What would be the point?"

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Hit of Dopamine, Higher Than I've Ever Been // Ashton Irwin

Hello friends! It's been an absolute dream getting to co-write with Cass again - it's been far too long! There's not much to intro here - as we mentioned, this series originated with us daydreaming about lighting up and getting down with our guys and for Ash, naturally, we came up with a beach bonfire rendezvous 😌

Be sure to watch @cal-puddies tomorrow for Cal's installment and then head back here on Friday for Luke. And of course, the series masterlist will update with links as they're posted.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Ash, tired!girlfriend in a bad mood that he does his best to remedy. PDA, public teasing, sex in a public place. Dirty talk, oral sex, unprotected sex in an established relationship. Weed smoking throughout.

Word Count: 6445

I Hope You Think Of Me High Series Masterlist

Crystal Masterlist // Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in our bios

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

“C’mon babe! I don’t wanna miss the food,” Ashton calls out, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you sort through the clothes on the bed.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “What’d you say if I asked you to just go without me?”

He steps behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest. “I’d say… I know it’s been a tough week for you, but I think that’s why you should come. You need this. Stress relief!” He presses a couple soft kisses to your neck and cheek, the scratch of his beard on your skin sending a chill through your body.

“I just… I’m not in the mood to deal with people…”

“They’re not people, they’re our people…” He spins you around to peck your lips. “What can I do to make you happy?”

You become dead weight in his arms and Ash easily holds you up. “Leave me here,” you say dramatically.

“Ok, outside of that,” he laughs, shaking his head at your theatrics. “I’ve already got one of my hoodies in the bag for you, if that helps.”

You stand up again. “It doesn’t not help, I guess.”

“Can I pick?” He asks, gesturing to the clothes behind you.

“Sure… have at it,” you shrug, falling back on the bed.

You stick your hand behind your head and watch him. He instinctively reaches for his favorite of your bikinis, which is also your most revealing, before reluctantly setting it aside, sensing that’s not the vibe for the group bonfire you’ve been invited to tonight. He picks up a navy blue suit with more event appropriate coverage and tosses it by you. He fishes out your favorite pair of shorts before scooping up the pile and walking towards the dresser to put it all away. He opens your top drawer, knowing that’s where you keep the t-shirts you’ve swiped from him, and tosses one of his most worn, softest rock tees onto the bed. “Thoughts?”

You pout because he definitely prioritized your comfort and it makes you soft knowing he’s very aware of how you’re feeling. “You're sweet,” you murmur, reaching your arms out to pull him in for a kiss.

He leans over you and slots your lips together, humming into it approvingly. When he pulls back and pushes himself upright, he pulls you up with him. “I want you to have a good time and not worry about anything, baby. So… go get changed.” He lightly spanks you to get you on your way.

“You’re just excited to see Cal again,” you tease, grabbing the pile of clothes, narrowly escaping a second swat as you scamper into the bathroom. “It’s been what… like 6 hours since you two went grocery shopping?”

He chuckles, ignoring your comments to call out, “I’m going to load the car!”

Ash patiently waits outside for you, pulling the passenger door open as soon as you emerge from your doorway. He slides into the driver’s seat and instantly laces your fingers together and cranks your shared playlist; the scenic drive to the beach with the top down seems to noticeably relax you. Pleased, he squeezes your hand and smiles over at you and by the time you’ve reached your destination, his dimples have relieved even more of your tension.

It’s just after dusk when you start your trek through the sand and Ashton pulls you into his side, snuggling you tightly as he allows the two of you a few more moments alone to take in the watercolor pinks and purples of the sunset. He kisses the top of your head and reluctantly pulls away when he receives a call from Calum, letting him know where the group is setting up. You’re more familiar with this particular beach than he is so you try to walk ahead to lead the way but he quickens his step to keep up with you, slipping his hand into yours and effectively letting you drag him to where you’re going.

The lifeguard towers Cal cited as a reference point are easy to spot and your friends quickly come into view. Greetings are exchanged and you note that Ash doesn’t let go of your hand until you indicate that you need to use it. Ash and Luke get the fire started while the rest of you set out the food and drinks and once that’s all taken care of, your boyfriend is immediately at your side again, hand on your back, murmuring in your ear about something Luke just told him. His attention remains focused on you while the food cooks and at first you wonder if something’s wrong with him because he’s not usually this clingy but after he asks you if you’re cold for the fourth time since your arrival, it dawns on you that he’s worried about you.

“I’m having a nice time,” you mention to him as you stand at the picnic table preparing your hamburger buns.

The way he searches your face indicates he doesn’t quite believe you but he still brightly responds, “Me too, baby. Glad you were able to come.” He squeezes your hip and offers to carry your plate back to your seat for you.

Michael and Luke make a great team together manning the grill and everyone is stunned to discover that Calum apparently makes a mean macaroni salad so dinner is a nice treat. The box of vegan ice cream sandwiches Ash picked up for dessert gets passed through the circle around the fire and when it comes his way, he of course pulls out your favorite flavor to hand to you before choosing his own and handing the box off.

With the sun now set and the ocean breeze influencing the night air, it only takes about three bites of your ice cream for you to start visibly shivering. “Aww, love… cold?” Ashton asks again and you finally nod and pout a pitiful confirmation.

He reaches for the back of his chair where his tote bag with the hoodie he packed for you is tucked away, but with that split second movement, seeing his floral shirt pull tight against his chest, buttons opening further to reveal dark chest hair, his arm flexing behind him, the star tattoo on his bicep seeming even larger than the last time you saw it, you make the impulsive decision to move from your seat to your boyfriend’s lap.

He chuckles at the surprise but eagerly invites you in, shifting so that he can comfortably hold you, pecking your cheek once you’re secure on his legs. “Much better,” you declare, leaning back against him to finish your snack.

Luke finishes his dessert first and picks up the guitar he brought and starts quietly noodling away. You nuzzle into Ash's neck, closing your eyes to take in the waves and soft music; he holds you in his arms, stroking your hair, playing with the strings of your bikini top through your shirt, beaming at the fact you finally seem at peace. He'd been paying you extra attention already but having you this close now means that you’re essentially in your own little world together. If you want to say anything to him, all you have to do is turn and whisper, if he wants to check in with you, he just squeezes your knee and you respond simply by clasping your fingers around his.

You're so caught up with Ashton that the smell of weed doesn't even register until Cal's hand is suddenly between the two of you, offering a freshly lit joint. Ash takes it and puts it to his lips, turning away so smoke doesn't blow in your face. You make another impulsive choice and hook your index finger under his jaw to turn his head back to you, pressing your lips to his. He groans his surprise but understands immediately and opens his mouth against yours, transferring his smoke to you.

"Guess that answers the question I was about to ask," he jokes before taking another hit for himself and passing to his left, tapping Michael on the shoulder to retrieve it.

You smile mischievously, replying,"You said you wanted me to relax and have a good time tonight." You tug his bottom lip between your teeth, squealing when he retaliates by letting the hand on your waist drop down to sharply pinch your ass.

The joint comes back around a few minutes later and you take it from Cal this time, pulling a long drag. You can feel Ash's gaze fixated on you and you close your eyes as you blow the smoke out, relaxing into the buzz you're getting from both the drug and his undivided attention. You slip the joint between his lips and while he takes a puff you busy yourself with the task of nipping at his jawline, the scratch of his beard tickling your skin so delightfully you can't help but react.

Your quiet giggles earn you a peck to your cheek and Ashton sliding his chilly hand under your top to rub your back. You continue your playful attack on his neck and by the time the joint comes around again, his hand has moved to rest on your stomach. You link your fingers together while Ash takes another hit to shotgun you with; he pecks your nose when he’s finished and offers the joint to Michael, who agrees with him that it’s basically done.

Everyone bursts out laughing when within seconds of that announcement, Calum has a weed pen in hand and is walking from chair to chair offering it to his friends. Luke accepts a few more pulls but for the most part, Calum ends up sharing it with you and Ash. The three of you chat and smoke, Ash’s fingers softly playing with yours, your head tucked into his neck when it’s not your turn with the pen. You were already feeling appreciative of him but your high is making you even more aware of just how goddamn beautiful your boyfriend is. The soft curls he keeps brushing out of his face, the adorable way his cheeks raise and his nose scrunches as he giggles at something Cal said, how inviting it looks when he licks his lips just before wrapping them around the pen. The cartridge is just about finished when you become fascinated watching him take one last puff and just before he’s able to exhale, you pull him into another kiss.

“Sweetheart,” he laughs, rubbing his thumb affectionately on your stomach. He passes the pen back to Calum and refocuses his attention on you. His laughter continues as he presses noisy kisses to your neck, making sure he moves his head enough for you to feel the scruff of his beard. It’s as silly as it is sweet and you giggle at the gesture, running your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you.

Soon after, your group begins breaking off to do their own things: Luke and Sierra take a walk by the water, Michael and Crystal are back at the food table for seconds, Calum close by them, laying in the sand playing with South and Moose. Those all sound like fine activities but you can’t seem to move from Ash’s lap, basking in the heat of the fire and being pressed into him, listening to the wind, the ocean and the laughter of your friends.

“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging you from your thoughts. You look at him, instantly enamored by the soft smile on his face. His fingers lightly drum over your belly as he sincerely shares, “This wouldn’t have been any fun without you… I’m really happy you’re here.”

You practically melt into Ash as he leans into a kiss. You thread your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck and he pulls back briefly to rest his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, doing his best to be mindful and in the moment with you. He always gets like this when you get high together, like he has to work not to get carried away by the raw emotion he’s feeling.

He may not want to be carried away but he doesn’t seem to have a problem letting it make him frisky as his hand begins to wander a little further up your shirt, first cupping your breast over your bikini top and then giving it a firm squeeze before tucking his fingers underneath to tweak your nipple.

Your body involuntarily arches against him. “Ash,” you breathe, giving him a naughty smile paired with innocent eyes.

He shrugs, continuing to roll your nipple while he sucks a mark onto your neck; you feel his free hand start trailing up your thigh, calloused fingertips dancing over your skin before subtly rolling the hem of your shorts to expose a little more skin. You rock your hips a little, silently asking him to keep touching you.

The hand inside your top shifts over to your other breast and you capture his lips in a kiss that quickly becomes heated and sloppy. Your hand moves from his neck to his chest, reaching inside his shirt to rub over his chest, hair tickling your fingers. The grunt he gives against your mouth encourages you to keep going and your hand travels further down to find him half hard already.

You raise your eyebrows suggestively, teasing, “Oh, so you really want me to have a good time tonight.”

“Just trying to do what I can,” Ashton giggles, gently lifting his hips into your touch. He kisses you hungrily and when you give his cock a quick squeeze, he pulls away to groan against your lips. “Love you, baby… god… so fuckin’ much.”

You murmur, “Love you more though,” rolling your hips again, asking for more from him. He holds your gaze as his hand finally makes its way inside the leg of your shorts, slowly creeping towards where you want him most. Your breath gets heavier as you wait to see how far he’ll take it and you feel yourself getting caught up in it all: the tenderness in his eyes, his hands hot on your skin, the feeling of him growing harder underneath your fingers.

You’re not sure if he’s moving slow because he’s high or because he wants to tease but either way, you’re too impatient for it and you give his cock a few light strokes over his shorts. He groans again but Cal’s head curiously turning in your direction informs you that it was much louder than intended this time. “Better watch it, sweetheart,” he warns in a playful tone.

“Funny, seemed like you were the one acting up,” you shrug, stilling your hand but keeping it between his legs.

His eyes twinkle and before you can question why, you feel a light pressure between your legs as his fingers run over the center of your bikini bottoms. “Mmm… you’d think these would be more wet proof,” he smirks before slipping his fingers inside, gliding them along your pussy. You keep your eyes locked on his as you bite your lip, trying not to audibly react. He chuckles as if you’re having a normal conversation, “Not so easy, is it? God, you’re soaked, baby… been aching for me to touch you, huh?”

“Always want you touching me, Ash,” you confess, trying to angle your hips so that his fingers brush your clit. You succeed and bury your face in his chest to muffle the sigh of relief you let out. He grins, drawing circles on it, kissing your face while you try to keep your squirming and noises at bay. You’re unsure of what exactly it is you’re asking for but you whine, “Please.”

He withdraws his fingers, eyes scanning the environment as he discreetly sucks them clean. “I’ve got you, love,” he promises, smoothing your disheveled top, adjusting his shorts so the tent in them isn’t quite as obvious. “Follow me.”

Ashton slides his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him as if the two of you were going for a romantic stroll. He leads you away from the bonfire and you glance behind you to see if you’re making a clean getaway but it seems that everyone is still busy entertaining themselves and your absence has gone unnoticed. You wrap your arms around your boyfriend, holding tightly as you walk down the beach, your friends fading in the distance.

Through the darkness, you recognize you’ve reached the lifeguard stands from earlier and he squeezes your hand, proclaiming, “Here we are!” You giggle at his enthusiasm and follow him up the ramp, behind the tower. As soon as you’re hidden behind the building, he’s pressing you against it, mouth devouring yours, hands everywhere. “Having such a beautiful night with you, love,” he murmurs, tongue swiping across your lips as he goes in for another tender kiss. “Just wanna be close to you… can I have you, baby?”

Hands trailing down his front, bringing him closer by the waistband of his shorts, you sigh dreamily, “I’m yours, Ash.” He whimpers into your kiss as you grind against him, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt so you can properly appreciate his chest. You palm over his pecs, smiling at how he visibly jumps when your fingers catch on his nipples on their way to trace over the tattoo on his ribs. It’s too dark to see it but you’ve spent so much time loving on it, you know exactly where it is. Gripping onto his back, you feel his muscles flex under your touch as you pull him closer, muttering almost to yourself, “Love you… want you.”

He helps you out of your shorts and as he sets them aside, you peel off your t-shirt, wanting as much of him on as much of you as you can get. His eyes, glazed over from both weed and lust, drink in the sight of you standing in your bikini, skin glowing under the moonlight, waiting for him to please you. He exhales loudly and pushes a hand through his hair, overwhelmed for a moment. “Fuck… so fucking perfect,” he says in disbelief, quick to crash his lips into yours again. He grabs the back of your thighs and you hop up into his grip, wrapping your legs around him so he can hoist you up against the wall.

He tugs at your bottom lip, letting it go in favor of nipping liberally down your neck, stopping to leave what feels like a huge mark just above your collarbone. His kisses move down again, this time to target your cleavage; satisfied groans escape his throat as he pecks between your breasts, backtracking to suck and bite at the tops of them peeking out over your bikini. His tongue flicks out to pull your nipple between his teeth through the material and he’s sure to give the other side the same treatment before moving on.

You run your hands through his curls and you think you couldn’t possibly whisper his name any more passionately when suddenly you feel him shifting your weight again and you realize he’s lifting you onto his shoulders so he can be at face level with your pussy. You sigh deeply as he buries his face between your legs, letting his beard scratch your inner thighs as he mouths over your swimsuit.

Mind and body both burning with need, the simple plea of “Ash” falls from your mouth and you rush to pull your bikini to the side, giving him the access you desperately want him to have. Maybe it’s the high, maybe how intensely you’re currently feeling everything right now but all of your senses feel amplified and you swear you hear him lick his lips as he looks at you baring yourself to him. An even higher pitched call of his name is your response when he finally makes contact, burying his face in your pussy, noisily lapping at your wetness before eagerly sucking at your clit.

Ashton mumbles against your skin, “Love you saying my name like that.” His tongue flutters rapidly over your clit until you’re tugging his hair harshly enough that he pulls back to confer with you. “Too much, baby?”

You lean your head back against the tower, panting, “So… so good, Ash… want you inside when I cum.”

“Want that too, baby,” he agrees, squeezing your thigh. “We’ll get there… no rush.” His grin is mischievous as he locks eyes with you, his tongue twirling slowly over your clit. Your fingers tug his curls desperately, causing him to loudly groan against you.

He kneads your ass while he licks into you tortuously slow, using the tip of his tongue to trace your entrance. It feels like he’s everywhere, taking over all of your senses. He licks a corresponding circle over your clit for every breathy sigh of his name he hears from you. It’s when you lock your ankles, squeezing his head with your thighs, that he knows he should move on and bring you back down, returning your legs to his waist.

He looks at you adoringly, lips and beard glistening from your arousal, goofy giggles pouring from them as he attempts to hold you up and get his shorts down at the same time.

“Babe… let me help,” you laugh, reaching for him. The two of you crack up as he struggles to keep you upright while you take turns wrestling with his drawstring until finally your limbs are tangled enough that he ends up dropping your legs and you stumble back against the tower with a thud. Ashton lets out a horrified gasp of your name while you double over in laughter, reassuring him between snorts that you’re fine.

He starts to grin at how contagious your laughter is but he still has a concerned edge to his voice when he asks, “Are you sure, baby? Lemme see.”

You wipe the tears from your eyes, still chuckling as you spin around to show him you’re no worse for the wear. “I mean, I was definitely thinking I wanted you to blow my back out but that’s not quite what I had in mind,” you crack, your laughter setting off again.

He joins in this time, laughing along as he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head. “I fuckin’ love you,” he giggles, cradling your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. You silence his laughter with a kiss that starts off sweet but quickly heats up; your hands easily conquer his drawstring this time and as you push down his shorts, he jokes, “Still want me after all that?”

You grin, stroking his cock. “Don’t you think I deserve to cum after all that?”

His loud giggling takes on a whimpery tone when your other hand dips down to give his balls a squeeze. “Fair point,” he laughs, much more breathy than before. He steps out of his shorts, you shimmy your bottoms off and he nudges you back towards the wall again, lifting you up, gripping you so tightly you bite your lip because it hurts so good.

You’re about to crack another joke but then he’s tapping his tip against your clit and your breath catches. You can’t decide if you want to look into his eyes or down at your bodies but it ends up not mattering because you close your eyes in bliss as soon as he starts to sink his cock into you. It feels like you’ve been wanting him forever and finally being able to feel that stretch you’ve been craving is more than you could’ve imagined.

Ash bottoms out, moaning louder than you think you’ve ever heard him. Wanting to give you a moment to adjust, his lips spoil you with attention - lips, neck, cheeks, chest - but the sensation of finally having your warmth around him finally proves to be too much and he moans again as he starts shallowly pushing his hips into you.

“Feels good, baby,” he pants, still going slowly, still trying to collect himself. “Fuck… always so wet and perfect for me… Can’t believe how amazing you feel…”

His rambled praise continues and your head lulls back as you listen, your hands squeezing the backs of his arms along with his thrusts. “Ash,” you whine, gasping at the way he whines back when he hears his name in that tone. “Fill me so good… always do… god you fit me just right, babe.”

He curses under his breath and you feel his fingers dig into your ass cheek. You moan in anticipation of the increase in force you’d usually receive about now but when he continues his even, leisured pace, your eyes flutter open curiously. His eyes are screwed shut in concentration as he mutters more sweet nothings, “Love you so so much, sweetheart… wrapped so tight around me… so lucky you’re mine… you mine, baby?”

“All yours,” you respond, brushing the damp curls off his forehead. You wait to see how he reacts since possessive talk usually gets him riled up, but he once again surprises you by moving even more gently than before. You roll your hips along with him, hoping he’ll pick up your rhythm but he leans in to kiss you, slowing down again. You let him lead the kiss, soft and sweet, and as he pulls away, you scratch his beard and tenderly say, “Babe?”

He stops instantly to check in. “Yeah? You OK, love? What is it?”

You stroke his face, give him a sweet peck and speak your mind. “Babe, I mean this in the most loving way possible but I need you to fuck me.”

Ashton stares blankly at you for a beat before bursting into loud giggles. “My romance vibes not doing it for you?”

You flash your best teasing grin. “I guess tonight’s the night you find out I’m only here for your body.”

He snorts, swatting your ass and giggling even louder when you yelp at the strike. He pulls out and you sigh disappointedly. He sets you down, giving you an amusedly incredulous look. “Any more complaints or should I just wait for the comment card?”

You cackle harder than his joke probably deserves but you’re just so damn happy to be here with him in this moment. You think about telling him but suddenly he’s spinning you around and pressing you up against the railing of the tower. His hands apply a light but demanding pressure between your shoulder blades and you groan from deep within your throat, understanding he wants you to bend over.

He slaps his wet cock on your ass a few times just to watch you shiver with anticipation, the sound alone making you feel needy. His fingers grip your hair and he yanks your head back as he slides himself back into you. “This what you want, baby?” He growls, hips quickly ramping up to drive into you with force, setting a rapid and rough pace right off the bat.

You manage to get out a shaky “Oh… fuck…” before your head empties itself of all thoughts except for how deep his cock is hitting inside you, how full he’s making you feel, how you need to cum as soon as possible but also want this feeling to last forever.

The sound of skin hitting skin stands out against the tranquil environment, as do the moans you’re having more and more difficulty choking back. Ash releases his hold on your hair, instead opting to have one hand on your hip, gripping you to what feels like a bruising degree, the other has come up to play with your tit, working your nipple through your top.

“And I thought you were wet before… Poor baby’s been needing this, haven’t you? Such a tough week… just need some tension released,” he teases, nipping at your shoulder and chuckling at the guttural groan it evokes. He notices you tighten your grip on the railing in front of you and he continues his taunting, knowing it’ll turn you on even more. “Getting close already, baby? Getting so excited by the way I’m finally fucking you just like you asked, huh? Been thinkin’ about it all night, I bet… were you imagining being on my cock while we were sitting there with all our friends? I know you were, baby… trying to have a nice, sweet time with my girl and all she can think about is having her pussy filled… Tell me how long you’ve been thinking about cumming all over my cock.”

“All I ever think about,” you pant, inhibitions absent thanks to everything you’ve experienced tonight. “Only thing I ever want is you inside me, Ash… nothing else fucking matters when I have your cock.”

His pace quickens and you know he’s trying to get you off before he loses control himself. You manage to pry one of your hands from the rail and slip it between your legs, whimpering when your clit finally gets the friction it needs. Ashton now has both of his hands on your tits, massaging them roughly, using them as leverage while he bounces you on his cock. “That’s right, baby… nothing else fucking matters… just wanna feel you around me,” he moans, recognizing your body’s cues, feeling you begin to tighten. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you cum for me? Squeeze this cock, love, let me know it’s yours.”

You cry out, feeling that tight coil in your belly finally snap and you begin pulsing around him. You throw your head back and Ash is instantly pressing kisses to your neck, mumbling praises muted by your skin while his hips dutifully pump against you, working you through your orgasm.

He sees you start to come down, relaxing against him, panted breaths becoming longer and deeper. Judging by the series of grunts he lets slip, it’s a struggle but he slows his movements in an attempt to give you a chance to settle. “Baby,” he says softly, beard scraping against your bare shoulder. “Mmm… felt so good cumming for me, love… just like we needed… what else do you need, baby? Please tell me.”

Turning your head, you kiss him hungrily, sighing against his mouth; he lets out a surprised murmur when you push off the railing, letting him slip out of you as you turn to face him. “Need your cum now,” you declare, dropping to your knees. He hisses as your lips wrap around his cock, humming in approval at the combined taste of your own release with his precum.

“Love,” he rasps, running his fingers through your hair, unable to keep his eyes off you as you begin working further down on him. “It’s not gonna take much to get me there.”

He whines at the feeling of your nails digging into the backs of his thighs as you bob on him, hollowing out your cheeks for maximum suction and sensation. As you come back up, you let your tongue drag along the underside of his length, taking care to flutter along the ridges of the tip before you pop off. “Good,” you respond, stroking him while you lean in so your mouth can give some attention to his balls. “I’ve been thinking about making you cum all night too.”

Ash practically growls as you return your mouth to his cock, picking up the same pace you had set before, determined to bring him over the edge. You’re pretty sure he tries to get in another “love you” but doesn’t quite make it between all his gruff sighs and strained breathing. You squeeze his ass as you will yourself to take him further down your throat and as you back off again, you feel your hair pulling tighter and his muscles tensing under your touch.

“Baby… babybabybaby” is the rushed warning you hear seconds before you feel his cock jump and start spilling onto your tongue. He moans and gasps as you keep sucking, wanting every last drop that he has to offer. You pull off and look up to see him gazing at you, spent and awed. You maintain eye contact as you give him a few extra tugs to make sure he doesn’t have anything left for you and he groans your name, taking his cock from your grasp and dabbing it on your tongue.

You swallow exaggeratedly and lick your lips, grinning at him and he exhales loudly, helping you up off your knees. The kiss he gives you is the most passionate yet and you squeal into his mouth when his hands sneak down to cup your bare ass. You break the kiss to breathlessly joke, “Think I’m about ready for another smoke, how about you?”

His gleeful giggles are just as thrilling now as they were in the midst of your encounter. “Well,” he laughs, reaching into his shirt pocket and proudly retrieving a joint. “Lighter’s back with our stuff though.”

“Guess now we’ve got a reason to head back,” you shrug, shimmying your bikini bottoms and shorts back on. Ash seems to be making no moves to make himself presentable, distracted looking out at the waves, so you ball up his shorts and toss them his way. “Might wanna throw those on, babe. Don’t think everyone else will appreciate your Pooh bear aesthetic as much as I do.”

You snort as you watch his confused expression turn to shock and amusement as he looks down to realize he’s only wearing a shirt with no pants. “Thanks, baby, where would I be without you?”

“In jail for indecent exposure apparently.”

The two of you redress and make your way back onto the beach, wrapped around each other just like before. The distance from the tower to the bonfire site seems much shorter than it did earlier but you assume it’s because your high has mostly faded.

Your friends are still spread out around the area, with only Calum back in his seat when you return to yours. Ashton wiggles the joint for him to see and Cal responds by offering the lighter from his hoodie pocket. Ash sparks up, takes his hit and passes it to you; he squeezes your knee as you blow your smoke out and you smile at each other, happy to be here and high together.

Cal clears his throat, snapping you out of your blissful bubble. You pass him the cigarette and he grins to himself before taking a puff. “Hope you guys were able to enjoy your walk with all that racket going on,” he comments, smirk starting to raise his cheeks and crinkle his eyes. You both look at him inquisitively so he continues, “Could’ve been someone getting mugged… cats fighting… maybe coyotes in the area? Who knows?” He notices Luke back at the table with the others and waves him over, inviting him to smoke.

Luke jogs over and kneels next to your chairs, taking the joint from Cal. “Picked up some hot goss on the beach tonight, guys,” he says in a faux surfer accent before taking a drag. “Heard someone getting absolutely railed behind those lifeguard towers back there.”

You look over to where he’s pointing and realize your secluded rendezvous spot actually seems much closer when you’re not freshly stoned. You chuckle and shoot a glance over at Ashton and then another one over to Calum once you notice he’s also looking at Ash, albeit with a much more amused look on his face. “Railed, you say?” Cal prods, unable to keep from grinning in your and Ash’s direction.

The joint has made its way back over to you and you sip from it quietly, waiting for Luke to elaborate. He laughs, “Oh, this poor girl sounded like she was getting destroyed -- ”

“Well hold on now, why is she ‘this poor girl,’ how do you know she wasn’t having a nice time?” Ash jumps in a little too defensively, causing you and Cal to start giggling.

Not catching on, Luke continues his story. “Oh mate, you should’ve heard the guy… echoing all the way down the goddamn beach. Noisiest fucker I’ve ever heard… heh. Literally, I guess,” he guffaws at his own joke.

Calum’s giggling so hard he’s wheezing and his face is turning red, with Luke proudly following suit, assuming his storytelling skills are just that amusing. You bite your lip to keep from laughing at the annoyed frown on Ash’s face and interject, “I mean… some women enjoy a vocal partner.” You shrug, choking back a snort when you see Cal scrunch up his nose at your implication while Ash gives him a satisfied smirk. “And if she didn’t like it, I’m sure she’d mention that on the comment card.”

Your joke catches Ashton by surprise and he lets out a shocked laugh, coughing out his smoke. “Yeah, they were probably just blowing off steam from a long week… enjoying being out under the stars together… something like that could actually be quite intimate and bonding,” he muses, smiling at you.

“Sounds relaxing… romantic even.” You grin, keeping your gaze focused on him.

Cal shakes his head while Luke looks puzzled. “I mean… fucking on a public beach doesn’t seem intimate,” he says quietly, trying to compute.

His statement goes unaddressed as you pass them the joint, signaling for them to finish it, and move back over to sit in Ash’s lap. You give his neck a peck before nuzzling into it, his hands wrapping tightly around you. “Happy,” you murmur in his ear. “Happy you made me come here, happy you enjoy intimate bonding activities…” You crack yourself up, snickering in his ear.

He watches you with amusement, giggling yourself silly, shoulders shaking from laughter as he holds you. He teases, “Happy I found that second joint, too, baby?”

“Mmm hmm,” you nod, bringing him into a slow, lazy kiss. You grin and say with a twinkle in your eye, “Happy enough I’m thinking about maybe bonding some more before we go home.”

A half-lidded and obviously blazed Luke appears at your side, helpfully offering, “Oh, did you guys want s’mores? I know Mike brought stuff for s’mores!” He takes your confused silence as confirmation and scrambles over to the table.

You cackle at the miscommunication but shrug, admitting, “I mean… s’mores do sound good.”

“They really do,” he agrees, giggling with you. “So… snacks then sex?”

You grin your widest smile yet. “Now those are romance vibes, babe.”

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