I dug my fingers into the bed and panted, ass throbbing and dick leaking and legs spread for him because he wanted it that way, my total bodyownedas he started fucking me in earnest. Hard and fast and deep.
“Jesus, you feel perfect on my cock,” Andy groaned, slamming in hard and staying there, his balls against my ass and the ache he’d spanked into it lighting me up as he ground his pelvis against me, keeping me teetering on the brink of coming apart completely.
His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me snug against his thighs as he leaned forward to kiss the back of my neck, his weight driving my cock against the bed and his cock even deeper into me.
“Your ass feels like coming home, Jordan,” Andy whispered, rocking against me without leaving a single breath of space between us, forcing his cock against my prostate as he ground in deeper. Held me tighter. Made it impossible to hold on.
Except I did. Everything inside me coiled tight and poised to snap, but to have more of this? I’d do the impossible. I’d do anything.
“I love being inside you,” Andy said, making me almost lose it. “Love how you feel,” he panted, starting to move again. Then putting some force into it. Pulling back so his hips slapped into me with each thrust, filling the room with the sounds and scent of hot sex until it drugged my senses, until the words he kept spilling over me wound around my heart… wrapped themselves around my cock… sank into every inch of my skin and sent me floating… flying… existing only to be fucked. Existing only for him.
“I can still taste you. I always want to fuck you like this, buried inside you with your flavor in my mouth. I want all of you, Jordan.Always. You feel…Jesus, baby. You feel so good. So good like this. You weremadefor me.”
I was. I was. Ifuckingwas, and when he reached under me and fisted my cock, giving it a tight channel to slide through as he pounded into me, that wasit.
“Oh shit shit shit,” I gasped, everything good in the world slamming through me all at once and exploding out the end of my dick. “Fuck.”
He could spank me for that later. Right now, I wasgone. Shattered. Spinning apart as he fucked me all the way through it and then unloaded in the condom with a hoarse shout, sending me floating even higher.
So high I didn’t ever want to come down.
16
Jordan
Floatingon a post-sex high was too fucking easy with Andy. The way he took care of me, cleaning both of us up after we came and reheating dinner like he’d said, introducing me to his cat and telling me stories about his sisters, touching me the whole time, kissing me when I wasn’t ready for it and generally making me feel fucking… fuckingadored. It was all… fuck. It waseasy. Addicting. Stupidly nice and funner than it should have been since we were both fully clothed, so it wasn’t until we were washing up the dishes afterward and he asked me if I’d remembered to bring that change of clothes he’d told me to that reality crashed back in on me, reminding me that shit is never the same when dicks aren’t hard.
“It’s okay if you forgot, sweetheart,” Andy said, wrapping an arm around my waist as he rinsed off the last plate. “I know your night was rough earlier.”
He leaned over and kissed the side of my head—like who does that?—and I had to stand there like a fucking idiot trying to translate all his mixed signals.
It was okay if I forgot?
Did he not want me here?
Was that even why he’d asked me to bring clothes?
Was the question some kind of code for getting me out the door already?
I swallowed, my stomach hurting, and he stuck the plate in his disrack thing and turned to me, his eyebrows scrunching. “Jordan? Did you bring anything?”
“Uh, yeah,” I finally said, reminded all too fucking clearly how much more it sucks to crash when you’ve been up high. “I’ve got a bag out in the car, but I don’t have to—”
“Good,” he said before I could finish giving him an out, pressing a kiss against my forehead this time that made my stomach stop hurting and get all fluttery, especially when he added. “I’ll go grab it while you get ready for bed.”
My heart started to pound. “You... want me to sleep here?” I asked, just, you know, to be sure.
Andy raised an eyebrow, his lips tilting up in half a smile that… shit. Made my heart beat funny. “Well, not here in the kitchen,” he joked like a total dork.
“Dude,” I said, a stupid amount of relief slamming through me. Then, before he could get on me for calling him that, I self-corrected. “I mean, Daddy.”
That should have felt weird to call him outside of sex, especially since I’d been calling him Andy throughout dinner, but if I was staying over, it kind of didn’t?
But wait, he hadn’tactuallysaid yes…
“But for real, uh, just to make sure,” I said, rubbing my wet hands on the sides of my pants until he handed me a dish towel. “You really want me to sleep over?”
Andy cocked his head to the side and looked at me funny for a second without answering, making my stomach get intensely squirrelly, then suddenly crowded in close, pressing me back against the counter and taking the dish towel back from me. He finished drying my hands for me—like what the fuck? But I didn’t hate it—then tossed it aside, kissed me once, hard, and finally answered.
