Beautiful Souls

Chrystal Winter's life is about to change forever. Fleeing from her dark past and her former self, she finds her self making a small but successful living in sunny LA. Whereupon, she meets the young, wild force of nature that is Ashton Irwin. Immediately drawn to one another but for what reasons? Chrystal's heart isn't the only thing she's desperate to keep secret...


25. Chapter 24

Chrystal was curled up into a small ball in the center of her bed, her body aching from the round of hysterics she'd just endured. She hugged her arms tightly around herself, trying to hold herself together. She felt like she was falling apart, she was losing the tight control of the life she had made here and it was destroying her. She hadn't been lying here long. Only twenty minutes had passed since she'd sent that message. Only twenty minutes had passed, yet she felt like she had been crying here for hours, trying to keep a hold on her sanity. Ashton hadn't text. Or called. She was glad, but a part of her longed for him to call her, to try and change her mind. But she was just being silly. Stop being a baby, she told herself sternly. She sucked in a deep breath which dulled the pain in her chest, and pushed herself into the bathroom and scrubbed her face with a washcloth. She scrubbed until her skin burned and turned a fleshy pink colour. It was painful but it distracted her from the dull pain in her heart. The pain in her chest throbbed with every pulse, her throat was thick with tears but she swallowed them down, she was determined not to cry again. 

She sluggishly moved through to her living room and froze, her breath hitching. Someone was in the room with her. She almost screamed, until she saw who it was, but then she did scream. But not out of fear but out of exasperation. "You said not to text or call, so I'm technically not going against your wishes," Ashton's voice was light with amusement until he caught sight of her expression in the dully light room. She looked horrified. He automatically took a step towards her but she backed away, holding her arms out protectively. She was shaking and her heart ached at the sight of him. Her imagination had done him no justice. His hair was wild and curly but it was pushed away from his face and held back with a bandanna. He wore sweatpants and tight fitted t shirt. He'd probably just rolled out of bed but he looked perfect. Chrystal had to look away. "Chrystal..." He said softly. The sound of her name coming from his mouth sent her heart racing. "Ashton, you can't be here," she spoke so quietly, she was barely audible.  
"Yeah, you keep saying that," he said flatly. His change of tone snapped her attention back to him. He had gotten closer and she could see his face now, he was annoyed. Good. If he was angry at her, it would make it easier. 

"Please, just go," she barely managed a whisper.

"No," his tone was cold and final.

"Ashton.." she began.

"I'm not leaving because I know its not what you want," he said, taking another step towards her, "I'm not leaving here without a very good explanation as to why I shouldn't be here." Chrystal looked helplessly at him, shaking her head. "I can't.." her voice trembled when she spoke. Don't cry. Don't cry... 

"Then you better look me in the eye and say you don't want me here," he half shouted, walking more determinedly towards her now. She backed away but felt the cool wall press into her back. 
"Ashton, please..." she begged, her heart hammering frantically. 
"You better tell me that you feel absolutely nothing when I look into your eyes," he was right in front of her now, and she was trying her best to look at him without caving. His eyes were burning furiously down into her own cool blue ones. She shook her head weakly. "You better tell me that you feel absolutely nothing when my hand touches yours," he growled, clasping his large hand around the one she was holding in the air, attempting to keep space between them. He brought her hand up to his mouth and placed soft kisses along her knuckles which stung like she had just been shocked. "That you feel nothing when I do this," he said, his voice softer now. He began to slowly trail kisses up her wrist and along her forearm, stopping at the rolled up sleeve at her elbow. He took the arm he had in his hands and wound it round his waist, and pulled her into his arms. "Please..." she said weakly. The fight in her was dying, she wasn't going to win this losing battle. He cupped her face with his large hand and gently stroked his thumb across her parted lips. "Just tell me, and I'll leave. I promise," he said soothingly, his hot breath fanning across her face. Her eyes almost fluttered closed, he was gazing down at her. His brown eyes were blazing hotly down on her, she gaped at him speechless. She couldn't say it. She wouldn't. "I can't," she said, defeated. And with those words, his mouth crashed down onto hers. 

Chrystal moaned aloud at the contact. All the tears she had been holding in began to make their slow descent down her face. Ashton kissed them away and muttered soothingly against her mouth. The kiss was so sweet it almost broke her heart. All the pain she felt was being washed away, by her tears, by Ashton's soft mouth. She felt nothing but Ashton's adoration for her. The sweetness of it almost crushed her. She was gasping into his mouth, soft sobs escaping her mouth. But he kissed them away, picking her up and carrying her through to her small bedroom. "Chrystal," he muttered softly against her lips. Her name from his mouth set her heart racing in a new way, and she pulled him onto the bed, so he was on top of her. Her mouth moved hungrily against his, as she ran her hands down his hard, muscular back. Ashton moaned into her mouth and pressed himself closer to her. Her fingers clumsily hooked under his t shirt and she pulled it up his back, her fingers brushing along his exposed skin. He detached himself from her mouth and pulled the shirt over his head, and threw it to the ground. She took a moment to inspect his body while he was perched over her, she ran her hands down his broad chest, down his tight abdomen, her fingers burning the whole time. "Chrystal?" he said softly, commanding her attention back to him and away from his glorious body. She looked into his eyes expectantly. His eyes glowed in the darkness. "Are you sure?" He asked gently, running a hand soothingly up and down her right side. She nodded frantically and pulled his mouth back to hers. She felt him smile against her mouth and she squirmed closer to him. 

He moved his mouth to her jaw, trailing small kisses as he went. He then trailed his mouth to her neck and then to the base of her throat. Chrystal panted wildly as he repeated this circuit three or four times. With her shaking hands she began to unbutton her shirt. She had only made it to the third, when Ashton softly grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides. She pouted in the darkness. "So eager," he murmured softly into her ear. She shuddered and bit deeply into her lip. He pushed himself off her and sat back onto his knees, looking down at her. She wanted to grab him back and pull him to her. He was sitting in between her legs, she just remembered she hadn't any underwear on, she didn't care. He began to slowly unbutton the rest of her shirt, he never took his eyes from hers. He pushed open the shirt, exposing Chrystal's naked body, she could feel his eyes rake over the skin there and her insides burned. She wanted him to touch her everywhere. He slowly began to trail his fingers up her right thigh, past her hip bone and up her side. It tingled and burned and it drove her wild. He shadowed the same movement again, but this time with his mouth. Chrystal squirmed beneath him in anticipation. His touch was light and he moved at a tortuously slow pace. She groaned in frustration. His mouth hovered over her left nipple, he blew gently and it hardened almost immediately. He smiled before taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around and around. Chrystal gasped. He trailed a hand down her body and stopped at her inner thigh, teasingly rubbing a finger at the wetness formed there. 

"You're so wet," he groaned, trailing kisses down her abdomen. She pushed her hips up to meet his hand, and he chuckled at her eagerness. His mouth was slowly working it's way along her inner thigh, his fingers still rubbing teasingly at her entrance. "Ashton.." she moaned. He looked up at her from between her thighs, the sight of him setting every nerve in her body aflame. He smiled at her in the darkness, placing small soft kisses along her pubic bone, before finally sinking his long finger into her. She gasped and threw her head back, arching her back ever so slightly. He moved his finger slowly in and out, swirling it around the walls of her vagina. The sensation was delightful, but she wanted more of him. Then he pulled his finger out from her and she watched as he lifted it to his mouth and sucked her wetness from it. Fuck. That was so hot. The absence of his finger set a pulsing ache from between her thighs. "Ashton," she managed, in a small breath. His gaze flashed up at her and he smiled cockily at her. "Yes?" His voice sounded rough and sexy and he looked so fucking irresistible sitting between her thighs, smiling at her with his fucking perfect mouth. "Fuck me," she said, her voice a little louder, she was feeling braver. He raised his eyebrows and crawled on top of her, hovering over her naked body. "Only if you say please," he said playfully, biting down into her earlobe. "Please," she immediately spat. He laughed softly in her ear, sending small shivers of delight through her body, making her toes curl. 

He pushed himself off her and out of the bed in one fluent movement. He stood at the bottom watching her intently, as he slowly began to pull off his sweatpants. Chrystal couldn't look away from him even if she wanted to. He slowly rolled them down his legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. He looked absolutely perfect as he stood there smiling at her, in nothing but his white Calvin Klein's, which were stretched so tight over his erection. She couldn't believe this perfect creature was hers for the taking. Her heart thumped wildly as he crawled back to her, kissing her from the feet and working his way up until he finally reached her mouth. She could feel his erection dig into her and she rubbed herself eagerly against it. She clumsily reached her hands down between them and pulled his boxers down, letting his penis spring free. She took it into her hands greedily, stroking and squeezing, which earned a throaty groan from Ashton. He then lined himself up at her entrance and hovered there for an excruciating moment before sinking himself into her. They both groaned simultaneously as he buried himself deeply into her. 

He moved slowly at first, stretching and filling her up painfully. Chrystal bit into Ashton's shoulder, trying to stifle the small yelps of pain that were coming from her mouth. "Do you want me to stop?" Ashton asked, almost pulling himself out of her. "No! No, no," Chrystal gasped, pulling his hips back to her, pushing him deeper into her. He continued to move slowly, she could tell he was trying to be gentle with her. Her legs began to relax but the sharp stinging pain was still there. "Fuck, you're so tight, Chrystal," he moaned, his words sent shivers through her and suddenly she didn't care about the pain anymore. She pushed her hips up eagerly, matching his slow, precise thrusts. "Faster," she breathed. And he picked up the pace immediately, groaning into her ear. She ran her hands over his muscular back, digging her nails into his hot skin. He moaned lowly, littering kisses along her throat. She pressed herself tightly against him, wrapping her tanned legs around his waist- she couldn't seem to get him close enough. "Ha- arder Ashton," she moaned loudly, her breaths coming in quick pants. He slammed himself into her, making them both slide up the bed and Chrystal felt something deep stir inside her. She screamed as he continued to pound roughly into her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled harshly, exposing her neck, which he bit lightly into.

It was such an acute level of pleasure/pain that it sent her into a euphoric state. She felt on fire, like every nerve on her body was exposed. Everywhere Ashton touched set something building deep inside her. Whatever it was seemed just around the corner, she was building still. Almost there... "Fuck!" Ashton hissed, as he thrust deeply into her, sending Chrystal over the edge, her eyes closing as she found her release, breathing his name. His body tensed and shuddered, as he came inside her.

They stayed pressed tightly together as they rid out their high, panting wildly. Ashton kissed her hard on the mouth, before rolling off her onto his back. "Wow.." Chrystal muttered more to herself than to anyone. They were both starting at the ceiling, their hearts racing. Ashton laughed and let out a long whistle. Chrystal turned to face him; his blond curls were plastered to his forehead and the sweat was running of his chest in such a delicious way, it got her going again. "You're so beautiful," he said, his thoughts echoing hers. She smiled and kissed his shoulder softly. "Come here," he said, opening up his big arms. She didn't care how hot and sweaty she was. She crawled into his arms instantly, inhaling the scent of his aftershave mixed with sweat and drifted off to sleep almost instantly.


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