“Apparently not.” I snorted, and my brain finally found its voice. “We should um, we should take a breather, I guess. I mean, we didn’t talk about anything physical. Do you have expectations or limitations? Do you want to take it slow? I mean, you only broke up with whatshisname a month ago. I don’t want you to feel pressured…”
“Are you asking me what I want?”
“Yeah, I guess. I mean, we’ve been dating for—oh, are we even dating? Is that what we are?”
Andrew grinned. “I’m not opposed to that.”
A herd of butterflies took flight in my belly. “Right. Okay then. So, we’ve been dating for like two hours.”
Andrew took my hand and ran his thumb over my knuckles. A smirk played at his lips. “Well, technically, we’ve been fake-dating for two weeks.”
“True.”
“We’ve been out for dinner, breakfast, drinks,” he said. There was a hint of daring in his voice. “So, two weeks is actually a decent amount of time before we even kissed, right?”
“True.”
“Actually two weeks is a decent amount of time for other first things, right?”
I liked where he was going with this. “If you say so.”
He pulled on my hand and started to walk backwards, leading me forwards, to my bedroom. “I say so.”
“Are you sure?”
He stopped walking. “I am, whenever you are. Are you sure?”
“I am so sure.”
He smiled, relieved. “Oh, thank God.” He pulled my hand so I was flush against him, and that adrenaline, liquid fire lit up my blood once more. He feathered his lips over mine. “It doesn’t have to be sex,” he said gruffly. Then he pulled our hips together so our erections pressed against each other. “But we can get rid of these, yes?”
And that was all the encouragement I needed. “Fuck yes.” I pushed him backwards and into my room with my mouth planted on his. My hands went to his hips, and when the backs of his legs hit my bed, I pushed him again, letting him fall onto his back. I crawled over him, admiring the bulge tenting his trousers.
It made my mouth water.
He leaned up a little and pulled his shirt over his head and lay back again. He was kinda pale, but all those hours in the gym left him trim and toned. The sight literally stole my breath. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Without taking his eyes off me, he put his hands to his trousers and slowly popped the button.
I leaned back on my knees so I could take a second to simmer down, but it was no use. Instead, I palmed my dick. “Jesus, Andrew, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
He bit his lip like my statement was a challenge and slid his fingers underneath his briefs. He gripped himself and I saw the engorged head of his dick.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Oh, fuck.”
Then he let go of his dick and used both hands to throw me onto my back on the bed. His strength surprised me, his assertiveness and want for control even more so. He was between my legs and pulled roughly at my jeans, popping the button fly open in one go. Then he was pulling my shirt over my head—he was doing whatever the fuck he wanted with me, and I was letting him.
This was bossy Andrew. Sure, he was quiet, a little shy even, but he had no qualms whatsoever in saying what he thought or asking for what he wanted. Or just taking it. When Andrew had said he was versatile, I might have doubted his topping ability. Well, I certainly didn’t doubt him now.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I grated out.
He leaned over me, pushing my legs apart with his thighs, and slid his free hand around my aching cock. He spoke gruffly, with his lips almost touching mine. “Don’t fight it.”
With both hands, I pulled his mouth to mine. With his hand pumping me and his weight on top of me, his tongue in my mouth, I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Pleasure exploded low in my belly, hot and delicious. My back arched as my orgasm rocked through me, come smearing our bellies. When I opened my eyes, Andrew was above me, watching me with wonder in his eyes. “Fuck,” he whispered.
It was the first time I’d ever heard him swear, and it made me laugh. Or maybe it was the orgasm-induced haze in my brain that made me laugh. Either way, he leaned down and kissed me softly, slowly. He brought his hand up, and resting on his elbows, he put both hands in my hair. I wanted to tell him I think he just put jizz in my hair, but he rubbed his cock against me again and again, faster and faster until he broke the kiss so he could groan. He bucked one last time and stilled, his hot come shooting between us.
I had never seen anything like it.
He slumped down on me, boneless and spent, so I rolled us over until I was on top of him. I kissed his lips, his cheek, his jaw, down his neck to his collarbone, and I smiled. “I was right,” I told him. “That blush goes from your cheeks to your chest.”
He let out a laugh, and his arm fell heavily back to the bed.
“It’s incredibly sexy,” I told him, nipping the pink-flushed skin of his jaw. “You are incredibly sexy.”