“Stay.” He said huskily. It was a question but it sounded more like a statement. I knew he was giving me time to leave, to think things through. But that was the one word I was waiting for him to utter all day. I took a deep breath as I watched him, trying to discern what was going to happen. I should leave…I should…I know myself. If I fuck him, our friendship will only last for a couple more weeks, I always managed to fuck it up. But if I go…..if I go…I’ll never have him…I’m so selfish. I lifted my head and pressed my lips confidently against his inviting warm ones. Andy moved back and gave a slow smile when he saw I had no intention of leaving. His hands let go of me and I followed them as it peeled the grey shirt slowly off his body, it was discarded on the floor. I bit my bottom lip and accepted his outstretched hand. Andy gently pulled me to him, his eyes never wavering away from my face. “Susie won’t be home till tomorrow.” He whispered. He gently cupped my face and kissed me with a tender confidence. I brought my hand back up and held his head as I fell into his kisses. What was I doing? Where were we going from here? We didn’t even solve anything. In one instant the tender kiss grew hungrier and more demanding as he sucked on my lips. Wrapping both arms around his neck, I felt my legs lift from the floor as Andy hoisted me up and grabbed my butt possessively. We stumbled a little but he used the door for support as he steadied himself. I entwined my fingers in his hair as his tongue lapped the inside of my mouth with an intensity I didn’t know he possessed.
****
I don’t know how we ended up on the couch but we did. I don’t know how our clothes got thrown across the room but they were. I don’t know how I managed to get thoroughly fucked but I was. I sat up and pulled the blanket to my chest and tried to contain the smile across my face. “No we did not just do that.” I said my voice still a bit low from all the groaning and moaning that had taken place earlier. I giggled in disbelief.
Andy leaned against the arm of the couch contently as he watched me. The covers were barely covering his manhood as it draped across his torso. You could see the fine hair coming from his v-cut. I had the sudden urge to press my lips right there. Andy smirked as he ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes. “You weren’t joking when you said you get real verbal during sex.” He said calmly.
“Oh shut-up.” I said throwing one of the pillows at him, which he ducked and laughed.
I smiled and leaned back against the couch. I was fucking satisfied. That was rare. “Can you answer something for me?” I asked as I closed my eyes.
“What?” Andy said calmly. I loved his relaxed tone. I adored the fact that he was just sitting next to me naked, without a care in the world. It was intriguing. Also the fact that he was absently tracing circles on my arm with his thumb, made all these fuzzy feelings just get better.
“Was she really just a co-worker…or did you fuck two girls in one night?” I asked.
Andy didn’t answer for a while but I felt him shift his movements. If I wasn’t mistaken, he was closer than before. I opened my eyes to confirm and sure enough, there he was. His pale white arm draped casually on the back of the couch as he tugged my hair. He leaned in and I waited in anticipation as his warm lips came over mine with soft sweet butterfly kisses. I looked up into his eyes as his hand roamed up my thigh. “I knew you were jealous.” He said teasingly.
“Was not.” I denied. I looked down to the blanket and my eyes trailed over to his abs and down to his hips. The cuts were lined, several deep, others barely scraping the surface, but they were there from his hip to his upper thigh. I reached out and placed my palm on his hip gently. I felt the rising of the skin underneath. I looked up and Andy looked down.
“I’m fine.” He said while looking back at me. “These were long ago.”
As long ago as the one on your wrist?
Andy placed his hand over mine and smiled. He shook his head, to move his bangs out his face. “She’s a co-worker, friend, Christina’s little sister, the band’s artistic director.” He answered.
“Your voice gets sad every time you bring Christina’s name up.” I noted. Andy looked back at me. I shrugged. “You think you’ll ever get over her?”
Andy shrugged. “You do a good job of keeping me distracted.”
I smiled and punched his arm. “You don’t say that to a girl.” I said. “You don’t fuck them and then tell them they’re a distraction.”
Andy smiled a slow sexy smile. “You’re not a regular girl…the way I see it, I have to rephrase some of my words to make sure you don’t run.”
“So you want me around?” I asked.
Andy stared at the black T.V and played with his lip ring. “I need the distraction.” He answered carefully.
“From Christina or from self-mutilation?” I prodded.
“The scars are old.” Andy answered.
“All of them” I challenged.
“I’m hungry…are you hungry?” Andy asked. He got up and I watched with a grin on my lips as his small little butt stood in front of me. Andy grabbed his black jeans on the couch arm and put them on. I watched interestingly as his limp penis disappeared under the zipper. Andy was a well-endowed young man, he’d proven himself today. “I can order something.” He said speaking up again. I tore my gaze from his crotch up to his face and shook my head.
“This is the part where I go home.” I said smiling. I got up with the covers still wrapped around me. “If I stay and eat, then I might be tempted to sleep over.” I said making my way towards him with my sultry walk.
“So you’re not staying?” He asked. I could have imagined it but I was pretty sure that was remorse I heard in his voice.
“Too intimate.” I whispered as I pinched his nose. “Thanks for the fuck.” I said teasingly. I dropped my covers and playfully slapped his ass. “If you find my underwear, you’re welcome to sniff it.” I joked as I grabbed my jeans and slid them on.
“Eat with me.” Andy said.
“Nothing personal Andy.” I said as I skipped over the coffee table to capture my shirt.
“Sleep with me.”
“Already did.” I said grinning at him.
“Exactly…so what’s the difference between me sleeping in your bed back home and you sleeping in mine tonight?” He asked calmly.
“I hadn’t fucked you.” I answered truthfully. I found my toms under the kitchen counter and slipped them on. I picked up my bra off the chair and swung it as I went to Andy. “I like what we have going on…I’m not mad anymore.” I said happily. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “We’re gonna have so much fun Mr. Perth.” I whispered.
“So you really won’t stay with me?” Andy asked as he held me against him.
I smiled and shook my head. I kissed his chin. “I really won’t, but thanks for the invite.” I leaned up and kissed his luscious pink lips and gave the bottom one a playful bite. They were my new best friends especially since they worked so hard on my breasts. Oh yes…they did work, my nipples hardened as I remembered the sucking and tugging they endeared inside that warm mouth. I moaned and kissed him harder. I smiled against his lips as I felt his reaction.
“Something to remember me by.” I teased as I gave his crotch a playful rub down. I smiled as I spotted my purse still at the door. “Bye.”
“Don’t get too used to running away.” Andy said lightly as he watched me take out my car keys.
“I’m doing both of us a favor.” I said and winked at him. I quickly opened the door and walked out before I changed my mind. I was really tempted to go back and do all the lovely dovey things people did after they had sex…but it wasn’t my style.
****
“Okay, okay I can’t breathe.” I said breathing hard. I reluctantly let go of Andy’s lips and took a couple shallow breaths. I moaned and licked my lips as my mouth descended on his again. Andy held on to my butt as I rotated my hips against his. You know that moment where your panties are so soaked, you wonder what’s the point in you having them on? Yeah I was at that stage
5 minutes ago and it was irritating the hell out of me. I let go of his mouth and leaned my forehead against his. I stretched out my arms over his shoulder as my thighs locked his waist in place. “I think this chair is my favorite chair.” I commented.
Andy smiled as his hands went inside the back of my jeans to palm my butt. “Mine too.”
I laughed and licked his lip. He lifted my butt higher as he rotated his hips. I giggled because we were no longer chest to chest. Now my chest was practically in his face but I couldn’t complain. Nor could I complain about the rock probing my center eagerly. There is just something undeniable sexy about straddling a guy on a chair. Andy lowered his head and sucked my neck. I threw my head back and moaned because he’d ran his hand down my crack and was now rubbing my ever so wet entrance. “Oh…fuck…” I whispered eyes closed.
Andy brought one hand out from behind and without hesitation brought it to the front. “Weird I was thinking the same thing.” He said huskily as he rubbed harder. I rotated my hips eagerly as I laid my head on his shoulder. I bit his neck as I felt two fingers slid in. Andy brought his other hand up and held my head as he smashed his mouth against mine. His fingers rapidly moved in and out, each time deeper than before as my hips followed. Without leaving his lips or opening my eyes, my fingers fumbled down to his open zipper and reached inside the flap of his boxers. Seriously who ever invented the boxers with an opening was either a very freaky individual or a genius…maybe one and the same. I moaned and sucked his lips as I ran my hand up and down his hard dick. Seriously my body was tingling in anticipation, knowing just how much pleasure I was about to get.
“How the hell did I live without this?” I asked him smiling breathlessly as I stared into his eyes.
“You didn’t.” he said smugly. Andy let go of my head. He swirled the chair around and grabbed the condom on his desk. I giggled as he tore the wrapper with his teeth. He smiled and leaned up and kissed me. I moaned as I felt his member twitch in anticipation. “Ornelia.” He whispered breathlessly. He kissed me hard almost numbing my bottom lip but I didn’t care. I took the condom from his hand and wrapped him, at the same time I was lifting my hips up to insert him inside me. “Sweetheart we have to get the jeans off.” Andy said groaning as I tugged on his manhood.
“I want you now.” I said in my sensual voice, disregarding the fact that with my panties and jeans still around my thighs, there was no way Andy was getting in. If his heavy breathing was any indicator of how much he wanted me, then he was going to find a way to get inside me, and he was going to find it fast. Andy lifted me slightly and tugged my jeans along with my underwear rapidly down to my knees. I giggled as I held on to him, he had a lot more arm strength then I would have given him credit for. He rose slightly bringing me with him and cupped my butt as he directed himself inside me.
“So demanding.” He whispered teasingly as he filled me. My mind and body were already on the next stage to even respond to that.
****
I stood in front of the mirror with a bobby pin in my mouth as I pinned up part of my hair. “Saturday afternoon fuck sessions are the best.” I commented. I fucked him twice in less than 16 hours and both times were off the chain. Who knew Andy had it in him? Well I obviously did, I knew how to pick them.
Andy looked up from his notebook. “What about the other days of the week?” he asked with a lazy smile on his face. Our eyes connected through the mirror and I smiled. I took the bobby pin out my mouth and pinned the final strand. I turned around and jumped into his lap. He groaned and smacked my butt.
“Guess we’ll just have to compare and contrast.” I said wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. Andy licked his lip ring as he stared at my lips.
“What are you doing tonight?” He asked holding my leg.
I squinted and thought. “….nothing.” I said. “Why?”
“Wanna come to the concert? The Torn Rose is playing.” He said referring to the new band he just signed the contract with.
“Are they playing one of your songs?” I asked.
Andy nodded.
“Is it one of those screaming mosh pit type of concert?” I asked running my fingers through his hair.
“No…well yes, but not that song…not that band.” He said. “On second thought…I don’t think you’ll like it.” He said honestly.
“I’ll come.” I said shrugging.
“Really?” he asked, not bothering to hide the astonishment on his face.
“Oh don’t be so shocked.” I said nudging his shoulder.
Andy smiled warmly. “It’s a good type of shock.” He patted my thigh.
“Okay but can you please warn me if you’re gonna put all this make-up and chains, so I won’t be shocked.” I said seriously.
Andy chuckled. “I’m not…not today, I’m not part of the band…maybe tomorrow.” He joked.
“You’re so weird.” I said and leaned down and kissed him. I felt that random tug in my chest and broke off the kiss.
“What?” Andy asked.
“Nothing.” I said smiling. That’s my cue to leave. “I just gotta go.” I said climbing off his lap.
“Why?” He asked as he grabbed my hand.
I shrugged. “Because I can.” I said casually. “Text me the address and I’ll stop by.” I said. I let go of his arm and he got up. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“I’m walking you to your car.” He said.
I laughed. “You so don’t have to do that.” I said pushing him back down in his seat. “I know my way upstairs and out the door to my car.” I took a couple steps back as Andy watched me intently. “See ya.” I said quickly before he could say whatever was in his look. And for some reason, I don’t think I was prepared for whatever was in his look.
****
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Brittany asked as I applied mascara to my left eye.
“It just happened okay.” I said defensively. “One minute we were talking and the next boom we were like horny teenagers on the couch.” I applied the mascara to the other eye.
Brittany put her hands on her hips. “Helping him overcome whatever fuckery you think he needs to overcome is one thing…but fucking him is another issue Or-ne-lia.” She said putting a lot of emphasis on my name.
I sighed as I checked myself in the mirror. “Look, you just need to calm down, I know what I’m doing okay.” I took out my eyeliner. “It’s like we’re fuck buddies…neither of us expect anything more…we just need to make each other feel better.”
Brittany sat on the counter and stared at me in disbelief. “You know that type of shit never works out.”
I didn’t say anything as I concentrated on my eye.
“Like, Ornelia seriously, grow-up. We’re not in high school anymore…why do I still have to be your voice of reason?”
“Then don’t.” I snapped as I stopped and looked at her. “Its fine, we’re fine.”
Brittany rolled her eyes and got off the counter. “I’ve known you for like forever…you’re not as tough as you pretend to be…and this shit that you’re doing with Zeus and Andy, it’s gonna self-destruct.”
I rolled my eyes imitating her as I moved on to my other eye. “How about you worry about Jazmine and Nico, and I’ll worry about myself.” I said coldly. I watched as she froze. Finally, hit a soft spot. “What? Didn’t think I knew?” I asked. I took out my blush and brushed some on my cheeks.
Brittany shook her head in disbelief. I saw tears on the verge of spilling. “I stopped falling for Nico once I realized, that I’ll never be part of the equation. Jazmine just has a guilty conscious cause she fucked him after I told her I liked him. I’m over it. But unfortunately no matter who I look to, you somehow work yourself in the mix…thanks.” She said and left the bathroom without another word.
I’m such a bitch. I stared at myself, disgusted at the way I’d acted. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was in no position to say that. I put down the rest of my make-up and sighed. Go after her, she�
��s your best friend…she obviously needs you. Groaning I hit the counter. “Brittany!” I yelled. I walked out my bathroom and out my room. I went to her bedroom.
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