Longing (Andley & Cinxx)

To say I steered clear of Andy for a week would be a understatement; I had one of the guys with me at all times, accept for when I was in the bathroom. Right now, I was focusing on washing my hair, seeing as we just had a awesome show, getting the sweat and shit out of it. I hummed in content, scrubbing my scalp gently.

Washing it out, it stuck to my shoulders and neck, and I looked down at the barely noticeable bump in my stomach. It was just crowned by my outlaw tattoo. Nervously, I had told the fans, with the encouragement of Jake and Ella. I even posted a picture of it, right before I got into the shower. I was awaiting there reaction.

The warm water felt amazing, except when it hit my nipples. They were unbelievably sensitive and sore, along with my entire upper torso, but oddly enough it felt good. A bit too good...

I reached down, and began to run my hand over my dick, and began to pump myself. It made a slick noise, and I moaned. I eventually reached for my make up bag, which, I embarrassingly had lube in. I slicked up my fingers, and stuck two inside instantly. Scissoring them, I moaned louder, searching for my prostate. I began to fuck myself, and had the thought to possibly buy a vibrator or dildo or something. I added another finger, having to bite my arm to keep from screaming as I jabbed into my prostate.

I think CC was the only one here, and he was dead to the world.

I brushed a hand over my tender nipples, groaning at the pleasurable pain it gave me. "Oh, Fuck!" I whimpered, trying to stay quiet. So absorbed in pleasuring myself, I didn't notice the bathroom door opening. I did when they knocked something over. I jumped, pulling out my fingers, pulling the curtain back, it just covering my crotch.

Andy was searching through the bag we had in there, and his eyes flickered over to me. "I'm just getting a sharpie." He said, though he kept his eyes on me as he searched the bag. He must've found it, and pulled his hand back, black sharpie in hand.

I noticed straining against his leather pants, and quickly pulled the curtain. The door closed, and I resumed jerking off, moaning as I came. It went down the drain, thankfully, and I scrubbed down my body.

I dressed in a loose shirt, and basketball shorts, pulling my hair into a low ponytail. Sitting on the couch, I curled up, head resting on the arm of the plain couch. I just stared at the wall, and jumped as someone sat next to me, and I could see out of the corner of my eye it was Andy. I just moved my legs closer to me. I had to be around him, anyways, so might as well start now. As much as the last encounter wasn't bad, it still terrified me he might hurt the child. It was all about the child.

I slept for the child.

I ate small meals during dinner for the child.

I protected the child.

Nothing could separate my bond to it, and it was a bit weird, but I guess it was normal. I silently hoped it looked more like me then Andy, seeing as the father didn't want it. I felt bad calling it it. I couldn't wait to find out the gender. CC was taking me to see a doctor today, wait. I checked the time, jumping up. "Fuck! CC!" I shouted, and when he didn't respond, I went to get him from the room, and dragged him out. "Its almost time for the appointment."

He nodded, grabbing his shoes and keys.

"Let's go."

Notes

Is anyone else annoyed at how horrible my writing is?