Semua Bab Love in the Time of Quarantine: Bab 11 - Bab 20

We elect to watch The Platform on N*****x while we eat breakfast, but things take a bit of a turn. Apparently, watching me lick syrup off my lips was “too sexy.” Ashton takes the plate and fork from my hands and pushes me back on the couch, tugging off my hoodie and booty shorts.“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be able to kiss you whenever I wanted to,” Ashton whispers against the skin of my neck, my upper body now completely bare to him. “To touch you when and how I wanted.” His hands slide up to cup my breasts, squeezing them before tweaking my nipples.I moan, pressing myself closer to him. He chuckles at the sound—a low, possessive noise. He loves the way I melt under his hands.“You are so sexy, baby,” he murmurs, mouth moving down to take one nipple into his mouth.“Ashton…” I sigh, shivering as his fingers skim the waistband of my panties.I try to flip us, craving more, faster—but he pins my wrists above my head and looks up at me with one nipple still in his mouth. H

While I waited for Ash, I spiraled. Hard. The brawl over toilet paper had sent me deep into the dark corners of the internet—and it was not a fun trip.Apparently, just seven days ago, there were 60 confirmed COVID cases in the U.S. across 12 states. Four days ago, the Grand Princess cruise ship got stranded off the coast of California because one man died from the virus. Now, 3,500 people are stuck on board, and 21 crewmembers have tested positive. Wuhan’s been a ghost town for months. And Trump—bless his delusional heart—is urging vaccine developers to “go faster,” like science works on wishful thinking and caffeine alone.I was skimming an article about possible virus origins when the sound of the locks disengaging made me jump.“It’s just me, babe,” Ash said, swinging the door open and sliding in a few bags into the back seat. I tried to calm my breathing, heart still hammering in my chest.I moved to get out and help, but he waved me off. “Don’t. I’m almost done anyway. Did you fi

I’m in my room, trying to give Ashton some privacy in the dining area to do his interviews. We’ve been under quarantine for two weeks now, with no end in sight. Over that time, it seems like every company has been scrambling to figure out how to keep going. Everyone’s working from home, trying to adapt on the fly.Ashton’s doing his interviews over Zoom, which still feels surreal. We made sure nothing questionable was behind him—no pink penis shot glass from Kora’s sister’s bachelorette party, and definitely no Spring Break pics of the two of us in Mexico. Not exactly professional.He got emails from all four of the agencies he was supposed to interview with, asking if he’d be okay with virtual interviews. Of course he said yes. Getting a job with one of them is his best shot at staying in the city—and with me.He looks sexy as hell in his suit, and it’s all I can do not to undo all the hard work he put into getting ready. Slim-fit deep blue suit, crisp white shirt, black tie. I want t

“Hey Matt! What’s going on, big bro?” I say, picking up the phone.“You’re in a good mood! I don’t think I’ve heard you this happy to talk to me in months,” Matt laughs.“Oh, brother mine, you exaggerate. I always enjoy hearing from you the first time of the day. It’s when you call me three or four times that I start getting tired of you,” I reply, syrupy sweet.“There’s the brat I know,” he guffaws. “So what’s got you so chipper, little sis?”“I just turned in my last assignment for the semester. I’ve officially finished my second year of college!” I gush.“That’s awesome, Sam! I’m proud of you,” he says, and I can practically hear his proud big brother grin.“Thank you very much! Ash and I are celebrating tonight—takeout from my favorite pizza place, cheesecake from the bakery down the street, and a couple cold beers to wash it all down.”“For Ashton, right? Because you’re not even 20 yet.” His tone dips into that big-brother condescension I know too well.“Right, Dad,” I sass. “Beca

Ashton made good on his promise.After about five minutes of recovery, he fucked me in my bedroom, in Kora’s room, and against the bathroom door. I was hoarse by the end—I don’t even know how many orgasms I had. I mean, I knew Ashton had stamina, but I had no fucking clue he could go like that. I got home around 4 that afternoon. We didn’t stop for dinner until 8.I mean… fucking hell.We end up ordering two pizzas—one extra cheese, the other Hawaiian, because I don’t care what anyone says, pineapple belongs on pizza. And after four solid hours of sex, Ashton eats an entire pizza by himself and I nearly take down the second pie.We curl up on the couch and watch the first three episodes of American Horror Story—one of my favorite shows and one Ashton’s never seen. I can’t wait to take him through the whole series, especially for the twist. The coffee table looks like a warzone of pizza boxes, plates with cheesecake smears, and empty beer bottles. By the time episode three ends, I’m war