Escaping Grace

Andy pushed me back against his hotel room door, his lips locked with mine. I shouldn't be doing this, but my better judgement had started vacation twenty minutes ago.
His teeth tugged on my lower lip, and I pulled on his jacket, pressing up against him. He groaned, and his hands slipped under my shirt.
"We're in the hallway!" I gasped, pulling away from him.
Muttering, He fumbled for his card to the door, and after a few tries got it open. The door fell open behind me, and we tumbled into the room.
He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to the bed. He was ready to go before my back hit the matress.
His lips crushed mine, and he pulled at my clothes.
"Wait --- what if Ashley comes in?" I tore my lips from his.
"I'll tell him to fuck off."
"Andy, I'm serious. I don't want him coming in and seeing me naked."
Andy paused, and then grabbed his phone out of his pocket, typing quikly before tossing it onto one of the night stands.
"There," he muttered, turning to look down at me. His eyes blazed down at me, full of lust. God, he was so breathtaking.
I pulled his lips back down to mine, his hair brushing my face. I jerked on his jeans, aggravated they were still on. He rolled until I was son top, and he pulled my shirt over my head with a jerk.
"You're in a hurry tonight," I murmured, jerking his jeans down over his hips. I slid my hands under his shirt, and quickly followed with my lips.
"I'm always in a hurry," he breathed, kicking his jeans off into the floor. He threw his shirt off, and I chuckled as he turned, pinning me beneath him.
He quickly pulled the rest of my clothes off, and I squirmed, my hips aching to meet his.
"Fuck." Andy suddenly burst, and I frowned. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he said hastily, tossing his wallet to the ground. He reached and drug a bag over to him, frantically going through it.
"Andy," I started, rising to my elbows.
"Calm down, we're good," he rose triumphantly from the bag, and I rolled my eyes. If he had been out of condoms this would have been a real downer.
He pushed me back, pinning my wrists beside my head. He leaned down, nuzzling my throat, and his breath tickled my ear. "Did you doubt me?"
"Of course not," I gasped as he suddenly pushed inside me without warning. He kept my wrists pinned, and I felt a rush of excitement. I tightened my legs around him as I felt that familiar build up, and I moaned.
"God, Leah," Andy gasped, and he let go of my wrists to grab my hips. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his lips to mine, my tongue teasing his.
He increased his pace, and I raised my hips, meeting him halfway, his fingers digging into my skin.
I felt my throat tighten, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. He had the stamina of a stallion, and his heat was burning me up.
He buried his face into my throat, nipping at my shoulder, and I couldn't stop a groan tearing from my lips. I dug my nails into his shoulder, Feeling heat rush through my body.
"A-Andy!" I was so close, oh God.
He crushed his lips against mine, and he gave one more powerful thrust before I lost it, my back arching against him. He groaned, and followed my example, burying himself inside me.
We lay there a few moments, panting, and then he rolled onto his back. He caught my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, and I rolled over on my side to look at him.
I loved looking at his tattoos, and I reached a hand over, tracing my finger over them.
"What were you saying to your friend at the door of the club earlier?" Andy suddenly asked, and I paused tracing a moment.
"Alexei is my cousin, I was just catching up," I shrugged, and raised a brow. "Are you jealous or something, Mr. Biersack?" I chuckled, and leaned over to kiss him.
He grinned, and slipped his arms around me, pulling me on his chest. "Well," he brushed my hair out of my eyes, "I feel like I do have some claims."
I rolled my eyes, and then scooted down so I could lay my head on his chest. He reached, pulling the sheet up over us, and then pressed a kiss into my hair.
I closed my eyes with a smile.
"What did you text Ashley, anyway?" I asked, suddenly curious.
"I told him to find a new room for the night."
"The night! Isn't that a little ---?"
"Presumptuous?" he chuckled.
I raised a brow.
"Miss Leah, I have plans," he murmured, his hand trailing up my back. I stiffened, and sat up hastily before he felt any of my scars.
"Well, Mr. Andrew, why don't you tell me about your plans?" I gave him a inviting grin.
His eyes darkened, and he raised a hand to my face, caressing my cheek. "
I do believe I will."

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