Page 38 of This Time Around
“You’re getting awfully brazen, Andy,” I said, leading the way up to the door. I tried to sound huffy, but all I heard was horny. Damn him and my pitiful self-control.
We barely had the door closed before he was on me. I knocked my glass tray off the table in my entryway when I tried to drop my keys on it. It shattered, pulling my attention briefly away from the hunk of man trying to peel me out of my clothes.
“Sorry,” Andy said.
“No, you’re not.”
“Okay, I’m not. I’ll buy you a new one,” Andy offered as he maneuvered me toward the couch.
Meow!Alli Cat heard her new favorite human’s voice and came running. I truly loved my cat, but I didn’t need her interrupting sexy time. I grabbed Andy’s hand and quickly led him to my room. “Hurry before she follows. The last thing I want to do is fight her off while I’m trying to ride your cock.”
“This night just gets better and better,” Andy said huskily. “First, I get barbecue ribs, and now, I get you.”
We stripped out of our clothes fast and met in the center of the bed. I wanted to push Andy to his back and ride him like I said, but he seemed content to kiss me slowly while his hands roamed over my body, making me whimper with want and need.
“There’s no need to hurry,” he whispered against my lips, as he lazily stroked my cock.
I couldn’t help but compare myself to Alli Cat when I first brought her home. She devoured her food so fast that she made herself sick, but she’d learned that eating fast meant survival. How much longer would I have Andy in bed? Would he get bored with living back in small town USA and leave again. Just the thought was enough to have tears burning in the back of my eyes. I wanted to feast on him while I still had the chance.
“I’m not going anywhere, Milo,” Andy whispered. He must’ve sensed that my desperation was stemming from some place other than physical need. “I know it will take time for you to trust me again, but these past two years have taught me that I have limitless patience when it comes to you.”
“Why does that feel more like a dig than a compliment?” I asked.
“It’s probably a little bit of both,” Andy said after careful consideration. “There’s nothing wrong with making me work to earn your trust.”
“But with one T…”
“But, it might’ve been a little extreme. On both of our parts,” Andy added when I started to argue. “Let’s face it, we were both idiots.”
A light laugh bubbled up from my chest. “We at least gave the town something to talk about while we sorted this out.”
“Let’s change the narrative a bit, shall we?” The heat in Andy’s eyes made them practically glow. Playtime was over, kids.
There was a notable difference between us in the way we moved, touched, and kissed compared to the other times we were together after he came back. The first two times were hot, angry fucks in a dark alley and the back of his truck. The encounters rocked my world but left me feeling empty afterwards. The previous night, after the run-in with the ghost, was more personal and tender, but still lacked something. Trust, maybe? Not that I worried Andy would physically hurt me in any way. I didn’t trust that his feelings for me were more than sexual because he wouldn’t confide in me. Trust was a two-way street, and it seemed like we were finally driving in the same direction.
Andy took his time stretching me, kissing my closed eyelids and the tip of my nose before capturing my lips in a long kiss that made my toes curl. Even when I was good and ready for his cock, he didn’t stop. He kept alternating between teasing circles around the crinkled rim and gentle strokes deep inside that made my eyes roll back inside my head.
“I forgot how much I love having my ass fingered,” I confessed.
“I didn’t.”
“I think I forgot how much I love your cock inside me too. Better remind me,” I teased.
Andy rolled to his back, and I got my turn at ramping up his desire when I straddled his thick thighs and took my time massaging his balls and stroking his dick. I loved the way Andy’s body shook beneath mine before I rolled the condom on and lubed him up for the main event.
Performing as a drag queen taught me many valuable lessons, and I used them on Andy that night. I was confident when I positioned Andy’s dick at my eager entrance, I mastered him like I did the stage when I sank down on his length, and I moved my hips gracefully and seductively as I drove us both to the brink of pleasure then shoved us over the edge.
Andy was there to catch me when I fell, wrapping his arms around me and holding me safely against his chest. I forgot sex could be like this—a meeting of something spiritual rather than a random exchange of body fluids.
“Do you want me to go home?” Andy whispered in my ear as I started to drift to sleep.
“Hell no.” I lifted my head up and looked into his drowsy eyes. “Do you want to go home?”
“Hell no.” Andy lifted his head and kissed my lips really quick. “I need to clean up though. Someone made a mess all over my chest and stomach.”
“Which I’m wearing too after lying in it these past few minutes.”
“Hey, at least we won’t have to argue about who’s sleeping in the wet spot.”