Nicole made herself comfortable on the island, chuckling at the face Michael pulled. “You have been trying, sweetie, that’s what matters.” Nicole cooed, half joking, giggling at the sight of Michael’s pout. “Hey,” Nicole debated with a grin, waiting patiently for her tea. “I’ve known you since pre-band, you know, when you were a dorky kid in high school.” She winked then, sliding herself to the edge of the island, appreciating the cool surface against her jeans. “He was a nightmare, Mikey.” Nicole groaned, facepalming at the thought, scrubbing her hand across her face. “You can knock some sense into me so I don’t date idiot men who have a one inch dick.” She pulled a face, but when Michael approached, placing his hands on either side of her, essentially locking her in place, Nicole didn’t give it a second thought when she wrapped her arms around his neck lazily, and with his words, she wrapped her legs around his thighs, locking him in place. “Oh?” She arched an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
When Ashton felt Brielle close against him, he exhaled happily, squeezing around her to tug her gently into his lap. When he heard Brielle complain about being deprived, a flame lit up in the pit of Ashton’s stomach, and he couldn’t help but shift a little underneath her to relieve himself of the growing pressure. “I’m not gonna mention the band at all,” Ashton teased back, his hands securely at Brielle’s hips now that was on top of him — he wondered how far this little game could go. “Yeah, you know, just dance around like total idiots and hope to get lucky.” He grinned, amusement dripping in his voice. “I have a proposal for you, if you wanna hear it,” and Ashton decided to take that moment to embrace the courage that was forming. It wouldn’t last long, so he had to do it now. “We could help each other out,” he suggested, hands slipping under Brielle’s t-shirt, the contrast of her chilled skin against his warm palms sending a shiver up his spine. “Nothing more than two best friends fucking.” He bit his lip with the thought. “What do you say?” And as he spoke, he shifted to lay Brielle down on the couch, moving so he was hovering over her, biting his lip in anticipation.
January 31st, 2019 at 05:01pm