Chapter 8 Hungry Like The Wolf

~ Audrey ~ “Who the hell are those guys?” Ashton asked. His eyes were still glued to the door, making sure that those guys were out of sight. “Just some friends I met at the dinner. They’re nice enough to give me a ride over here so I could come see you,” Audrey pulled his face so that he would look at her instead. The jealousy in Ashton’s eyes softened as he gazed at his beautiful girl. “I missed you, babe,” “I missed you too,” she smiled. Ashton leaned down for a kiss and Audrey stood on her tippy toes, kissing him right back. Ashton kissed her deep and hungrily, causing her stomach to stir. People around them started cheering and hollering, and that made Audrey embarrassed, but it only made Ashton more excited. “Yeah, Ashton, get it boy,” some guy cheered. “Get a fuckin’ room!” someone else hollered. Audrey pulled away, fully embarrassed by the attention. Ashton was grinning from ear to ear as he put his middle finger up to his friends. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” He whispered to Audrey’s ear. Audrey didn’t say a word, but she let Ashton took her hand and led her up the stairs. They walked down the long corridor, checking on the rooms to find one that was empty. Ashton finally found an empty room at the end of the hall. Pulling Audrey inside, he quickly closed the door. The next thing she knew, she was on the bed of some random guy’s room. Ashton was on top of her, his lips were hot and demanding. His hands roamed her slender body, sliding underneath her t-shirt to find her bra. Everything was happening so fast. His hands grabbed and massaged her breasts, his thumb rolled over her nipple, and soft moans escaped her lips. “Mm, yes, baby, you like that?” he murmured. Audrey nodded her head. For a moment, her brain had taken a hiatus and her body gave in to the pleasure that Ashton was bringing her. But when she felt a sudden hard bulge pressed against her stomach, her eyes shot up instinctively. “Wait, Ashton, wait a second,” she pushed him off quickly. “What? Am I hurting you?” Ashton was shocked, his eyes were still clouded with lust. “No… but… I don’t think we should do this here,” “You don’t want to?” he looked dejected. “No, I want to, but not here. Not in some frat house. It’s gross,” she sighed and reached for Ashton’s face. “It’s my first time and I want it to be special,” He took a deep breath and his hooded eyes softened. “Okay. Of course,” Audrey felt a little bad. She and Ashton had been dating for a while and she knew that Ashton had always wanted to do this. She wasn’t trying to save herself for marriage or anything like that, she was just too scared to take the step. Growing up in a strict Catholic school, every time she pictured herself having sex, she immediately remembered Sister Francisca’s voice screaming, “Fornicators are going to hell!” This was not the first time Audrey gave her boyfriend the blue balls. Ashton had to deal with this several times already. He knew the drill. They’d make out for a while until Audrey reaches her limit, and then they’d stop and Ashton would finish up in the bathroom by himself. Audrey blamed the champagne for this, but as Ashton was getting up to go to the bathroom, she found herself stopping him. He looked at her quizzically as she pushed him back on the bed. With her heart racing and her hands shaking, slowly she unzipped Ashton’s pants and stroked his length with his hand. Am I doing this right? As if to answer the question in her mind, Ashton tipped his head back and moaned, “Mm, baby. Yes, that feels so good,” This gave Audrey all the courage she needed. With a firm grip, she pulled his entire length out and started massaging his shaft with her hands. “Use your spit,” Ashton directed. She felt awkward to do it, but she complied. She spat a little on her hand and used her saliva to coat his length. Ashton let out another appreciative moan and she held him tighter. He was groaning and grunting as she moved her hands up and down. All the while, she was trying to remember everything that Cosmo taught her about a hand job. Finally, after a few more minutes of massaging his balls, spitting on her hand, and running her hand up and down his length, she felt his shaft pulsating in her hand. “Yes! Keep going!” Ashton grunted. “Oh, I’m gonna cum!”