After a moment he lets go of her leg, and with some kind of Channing Tatum body popping dance move, he moves behind her and I just about fall off my seat when he bends her over and simulates fucking her from behind.
“Oh my God!” I shriek, causing Jo beside me to grip hold of my arm, laughing violently against my shoulder. And just when I think it can’t get much more explicit, when the next song fades into a slow paced hip-hop song, he spins her around so she’s facing him, then drops to his knees before he buries his face in her groin area, shaking his head as if performing oral sex, hot … animalistic oral sex.
Holy crap.
More laughter roars from me as the song playing also catches my attention, the sounds of sirens and sensual words of ‘getting your pussy wet’ echoing through the speakers. Is this song for real?
Mia uses one hand to grip his shoulder to stop her losing balance from the sudden movement, while the other hand clutches over her mouth, eyes wide and howling with laughter. Her eyes seek out Riley and she points to her and shouts, “I’m going to fucking kill you!” just as the words ‘finger fuck your pussy’ echoes around the club.
Before we know it we’re all on our feet dancing along with them, hooting and hollering as he simulates a few more sex moves on Mia before eventually moving his attention to the other bachelorettes. Then his stare lands on me and dramatically shaking my head, I begin to back away, but he doesn’t stop until he’s standing in front of me, pouring even more baby oil on his chest. My eyes flicker at the glistening moisture dripping down his abs, and I just about lose all coherent thoughts when his pecs begin to dance. Through even more laughter—to the extent that my cheeks begin to burn—I clutch hold of Jo and push her in front of me. She seems to have no qualms pressing the palms of her hands onto his rock hard body. Alana also joins in with a handful of one-dollar bills and begins to stuff them under the waistband of his boxer shorts, giggling like a horny teenager.
Suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed with the semi-naked firefighter, and desperately bursting for the ladies room after one too many cocktails, I head towards the toilets, but not before turning around and catching an eyeful of his bare thong-clad ass while Mia’s mom simulates sex from behind him.
Giggling, I turn around and head towards the bathroom and while I wait in line, I text Ashton.
Me: Riley gut Mia a stripped but be had nothing on your. The figure ute look is a hot, can guy get outfit?
I press send, not realizing what it actually says. What I wanted to say was: Riley got Mia a stripper but he has nothing on you. The firefighter look is hot. Can you get an outfit?
Yep. I’m drunk.
As I move forward two more spaces towards a free cubicle, my phone vibrates in my hand. I look down, giggling when I see it’s a message from Ashton.
Ashton: No idea what that says, but I sure as hell can’t wait to get your cute little drunken ass home so we can have hot drunken sex. ;)
I don’t get a chance to text back as I stumble into the next available cubicle. I begin to count the seconds until I get to have hot drunken sex with my fiancé, who is way hotter than any stripper.
Who needs a firefighter when I have my very own doctor?
IT’S 1:00 AM, AND the only noise you can hear is the sound of hushed giggles as we finally make it back to Ashton’s parents’ house, as Jo, Mia, and myself try to carry a half-comatose Alana into the house.
God, she is smashed.
I’d hate to imagine the bitch of a hangover she’ll have in the morning, especially since she’ll be getting everything ready for the wedding for the following day. The ceremony is taking place here in the beautiful gardens, so tomorrow it will be pretty much all systems go in terms of wedding mania.
I’m still a little drunk, and towards the end of the night I swapped cocktails for water, so I’ve managed to sober up somewhat. That might have had something to do with Ashton’s promise to do filthy things to me …
Once inside, we decide it’s probably best to lay Alana on the sofa instead of trying to carry her dead weight. She’s a little on the heavy side, and with the rest of us a little worse for wear the best thing for us to do is avoid the stairs completely. After a slight struggle of trying to get into the living room, we eventually lay her down. I begin looking for a blanket to cover Alana with, but Jo slurs, “Don’t bother with a blanket, it’s way too hot.”
She’s right. It’s hot as hell and far too hot for a blanket or sheets. After placing a trashcan beside Alana just in case she decides to throw up during the night, we take our drunken selves upstairs, where Jo and Mia tell me how much they love me while they struggle to keep their balance as they navigate their way up each step in the dark. Once we’re safely upstairs, slurred goodnights are spoken and we go our separate ways.
With my bag of bachelorette goodies in my hand I go to find Ashton’s room, but I’m stopped in my tracks as Mia barrels back over to me, almost crushing me to the wall at the impact, causing us both to erupt in hysterical giggles before hushing ourselves to keep quiet, which evidently just makes even more noise.
“I know Riley is my bestest friend in the whole wide world …” she slurs, her eyes beginning to lose focus. “But you, Ava,” she jabs her middle finger in my chest, a slant of a smile on her face, “are my new BFF. And knowing you’re going to be my BFF sister-in-law makes me so happy!” She then slaps a kiss on my cheek with a loud, “Mwah!” before stumbling into the direction of her room, falling into the wall a few times causing me to lightly snigger under my breath.
Stifling a yawn, I suddenly feel exhausted. I turn around, but my stomach bottoms out when I realize I can’t remember which door our room is, or specifically Ashton’s room. It’s dark and it’s hard to make out whose door is whose. I think it was the second door on the right. I try that one but it turns out to be the bathroom. I try the next door, and I sigh a breath of relief when I see Ashton sitting up in bed reading.
“Hey, baby.” He looks up from his book with his beautiful smile. Closing it, he places it on the bedside table without taking his eyes off me.
“Hey.” I feel my panties dampen when I see he’s only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. “You’re still up?” I ask, even though I can see for myself that he is.
“Yeah, I was waiting up for you. How was your night?” I walk slowly towards the bed; unable to resist the pull I feel when I’m near him as I slip my shoes off my feet. Placing the gift bag on the bed, I walk into his open arms and crawl into his lap, enjoying the way his arms feel around me.
“It was good. I’m a little drunk still,” I chuckle before pressing my lips to his. The feel of his soft, plump lips makes my heart flutter in my chest. His fingers caress up and down my back, causing shivers to erupt along my skin as he smirks at me.
“Is that so?” he asks with a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Yep … and do you want to know something else?”
He answers with only eager eyes. I grind my hips into his, smiling seductively as I whisper, “I’m also a little wet.”
He gives out a dirty laugh, his fingers tightening their hold on me as his green eyes sparkle with mischief. “You’re drunk.”
“And horny.”
He blinks unevenly at my words and in a flash I’m on my back, with his erection pressing against my already sensitive clit, causing a gasping moan to escape me.
“I love it when you’re drunk.” He slams his lips on me and I groan out in pleasure as he slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me like he owns me. And he does—in every single way.