the floor below, the stage, the bar.
It all hums, a heartbeat behind glass asX Ambassadorspulses in the room.
“Never brought anyone up here,”
he murmurs from behind,
hands settling on my hips.
I turn in his arms,
and he steps in close,
grabbing my wrist,
hooking my hand around his neck,
then the other.
His hooded gaze holds me until brick catches my back,
and he pins me against the wall.
“I already know.
And I know you got it, but I gotyou, aight?”
My body’s now begging?—
thighs clenching, clit pulsing,
everything soaking and swollen
and so desperate I could scream.
Andrew stays one beat ahead,
feeding the craving
before I have the chance to start fidgeting.
I swallow,
drop my head back,
eyes catching his.
“Yeah, you already know?”
“Yeah.” His palm drags down my arm. “Hits you when you’re scared, upset. When you feel cornered, overwhelmed. You don’t want it—you just want the feeling to stop.” He grips my hips, thumbs pressing into me. “So yeah—I know the fuckin’ difference between when you want me and when you want out. ‘Cause I been payin’ attention.”
I can hardly comprehend what he’s saying,
'cause now it’s crawling up my spine,
building so fast it’s making me dizzy.
My hips curl into themselves
