“I should take care of you, too.” My hand rests on the thick bulge under his black jeans.
“Oh, you will, in about five minutes. We’re almost there.” He licks my liquids off his index finger, dark eyes every so often reflecting the streetlamps of Queens.
We make a quick right on Fifty-ninth Street, a left onto Fifty-ninth Avenue, a right, and so on until we get to Quackenbush which has a stop sign every few seconds. With each delay, the centers of Andy’s eyes get blacker until the brown is all but gone.
I’ve never elicited this kind of desire from a man. It’s heady, powerful, and yet at the same time I’m humbled that someone so amazing would be into me.
Finally, the Uber driver pulls in front of a hydrant and Andy slips him a bill. I think it’s a big tip because the driver grins widely as he leaves the curb. Then, with one hand on my back, Andy grabs my knapsack and leads me across the sidewalk. We run up five brownstone stairs and at eye level, there’s a historical marker which I’ll read later.
His hand shakes as he places the key into the lock. Once we’re in, he kicks the door shut and drops my bag on the foyer floor. Pressing his lower half into mine, he pins me to the wall.
“Fuck, what you do to me, luv.” His mouth crashes into mine, palms on my cheeks, hard want at my belly.
When he changes the angle of the kiss, I work to untuck his shirt. My reward is warm skin and lots of hard muscles. My hands roam his back, unable to get enough.
“Sienna.” He says it like a prayer as he cups my butt and lifts me.
Impatiently, I tug my t-shirt over my head, then his.
Oh my God.The man is ripped. Like sexy-carpenter ripped. Not only that, his body is covered in ink.
What the hell? There’s a real bad boy under those starched shirts.
“So beautiful.” He doesn’t notice my surprise because his lips and hands are busy with my breasts. Squeezing, he plays with them while white hot desire pools between my legs.
I lift my arms so he can strip me of the sports bra but he’s not ready. His mouth on the spandex, he wets the fabric. When his teeth nip at the tips, my toes drop to the floor, and with a hand behind me, he backs me up into the living room.
We stop when my calves hit something soft.
Under his brows creased in pain, his dilated eyes meet mine. “I want you so bad. Are you… Do you?”
My answer is to pull my wet bra over my head, kick off my shoes, and unzip my jeans.
“Sweet Lord all mighty.” A hint of his southern accent sounds in his exclamation and I grin until he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks.
“Oh.” Air whooshes from my lungs as he pushes me back onto a sectional couch.
Both horizontal, we kiss, touch, and explore with heated passion until he stops and straddles me. Sitting on his heels. his hands massage my front from neck to lower abs. Every time he passes over my breasts, I groan as I reach for his cock, my nipples are so hard, they hurt.
“Not yet, gorgeous. We’re just getting started.” Chuckling, he pulls me away and kisses my fingertips.
Warm hands find their way to the waistband of my jeans and I lift so he can pull both undies and pants over my butt. Then, kisses start at my navel and lower until his face is in the curly hairs of my mound. When his tongue flicks over my nub, I moan and arch.
However, instead of helping me reach my peak, he slides my jeans slowly down my thighs pausing to lick and nibble. Then, he’s at my calves and the sole of my foot. Oh God, every nerve is on fire when he kisses up my inner leg.
When he reaches my swollen sex, I open wide. I have never wanted a man so bad. “Please, Andy, now.”
“Patience.” As he licks and sucks my clit, liquid heat pours out of me.
No one has ever loved me like this and it’s overwhelming. I spread my legs wider, about to climax.
His breath hitches. “Fuck. I need a condom.”
“Pill. On the pill. Clean.” If he doesn’t enter now, I may solve the mystery of spontaneous human combustion.
He drags off his pants and his cock springs out. “Trust me?
“Damn it. Move Quinn!”
