He hums against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. His hand speeds up on my shaft, matching the rhythm of his mouth as he worships every inch of me. I'm completely at his mercy, a willing victim to his assault on my senses.
And I do. With a cry that's half his name, half pure sound, I shatter. The world narrows to nothing but his mouth on me, his hands on my hips, and the wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me breathless.
He swallows, his throat working as he takes every drop, his eyes never leaving mine. When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and glistening, and he deliberately licks them clean, savoring the taste of me. The sight sends another jolt through my already spent body, a ghost of the pleasure that just consumed me.
Then he's moving, shifting up my body with a grace that belies the intensity of what just passed between us. His knees bracket my shoulders, his thighs trembling slightly as he positions himself above me. The scent of him—sweat and desire and something uniquely Andy—fills my senses, intoxicating.
I don't wait for an invitation. My hands grip his hips, pulling him down as I lift my head to meet him. The weight of him on my tongue, the taste of salt and skin, the way his fingers immediately tangle in my hair. All of it feels like coming home.
Andy lets out a choked gasp, his body arching above me as I take him deeper. His hips begin to move in a rhythm that's both desperate and controlled, chasing his pleasure while trying to draw this out. I match his pace, my tongue working against him in ways I've learned he loves, my hands sliding from his hips to cup his ass, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Vince..." he breathes, my name a prayer on his lips as his movements become more urgent. The muscles in his thighs tense, his breath comes in ragged pants, and I know he's close. I look up at him, at his face contorted in pleasure, at his eyes squeezed shut, at his mouth slightly parted.
"Look at me, baby," I murmur around him, and his eyes flutter open, hazy with desire. He watches me as I take him deeper, as I swallow around him, as I bring him to the edge.
His control finally shatters. With a cry that's my name, he pulses in my mouth, his body convulsing with waves of pleasure. I hold him through it, my hands steady on his hips, my mouth working to prolong his ecstasy until he's completely spent.
He collapses beside me, his body trembling, his breath coming in harsh gasps. I gather him into my arms, pressing kisses to his sweat-dampened forehead, his temple, his cheeks.
"God, I love you," he whispers against my skin, his voice raw and hoarse.
"I love you too," I murmur back, my heart full, my body sated, my world complete.
Chapter 40
Fucking Surprise, Bitch!
Vince
AubreyandWayneeventuallyshow up to help unload the cars into the house.
I have no idea where we're going to fit all of Andy's stuff in this tiny, already mostly furnished place, but we'll figure it out. Step one is getting everything inside. Step two is deciding what to keep. This little house by the beach will be ours. We'll make it work.
Aubrey hops out of Wayne's truck, hands on his hips, his smug grin already in place.
"Wow, what a curiously long time to have spent deciding on your house options while we waited around for an answer, Andrew," he says, raising his eyebrows dramatically.
Andy rolls his eyes, cheeks turning red. He smacks Aubrey's arm lightly, but Aubrey acts like he's been hit by a truck, staggering back and groaning for effect.
"Um, Andrew. Your neck is—"
"When are you talking to Eli again?" Andy cuts in, clearly trying to deflect from the hickeys I had left all over him an hour ago.
I'd gotten a little carried away. Okay, maybe more than a little. The marks aren't just on his neck... they're all over. No one needs to know that.
I bite back a grin.
Aubrey's face falls at the mention of Eli.
He straightens his shirt and heads for the truck bed. "Never," he yells back. "Neverwill I hang out with Eliagain.And I'm not rejoining the group chat. I'm done withthe whole thing. I'll talk to you all, but not him. I'm serious. I'm done with Eli."
"Theyboth like the tension, but don’t want to admit it," Andy says to me, deadpan.
Wayne laughs so hard he has to stop messing with the ratchet straps on the truck. Aubrey's face turns beet red, his expression like he's about to explode.
"Andrew," Aubrey warns, narrowing his eyes.
"You're probably right," I mumble back to Andy.
