One Shot

Andy's out on the balcony smoking a cigarette, having not gotten ready for bed yet. There's a little table and two lounge chairs set up, one of which he's sitting at, and he has his head rested back on the glass door behind him.

I poke my head around the corner. "Hi," I say.

He sits up and smiles at me. "Hey, Baby Doll," he says. He opens his arms for me, so I come out and sit on his lap. It's a little chilly outside, but my goal is to get us inside.

Andy kisses me as he puts out his cigarette. "Did you have fun here?" he asks.

"Of course," I say, smiling. "Coming here was great. I got to hang out with you guys and see you win an award for a song you wrote and visit another country. This was amazing."

He smiles at me. "Good, baby," he says. "I'm glad you had fun. I had fun too. I got to share a lot of rad moments with you and the guys."

I nod and lean into him, awkwardly resting my head on his shoulder. I swallow my anxious excitement so I can say, "Maybe we should go inside."

"Are you cold?" he asks.

I sit up. "No, I just..." I look at him. He's just looking at me, waiting to hear what I have to say. "I just want to go inside."

I'm not sure if he catches on to what my idea is, but he raises an eyebrow like he does. I stand up and walk in with him. I pull him by his hand to bed, where I sit down before him. "Straight to bed, hmm?" he teases.

I make a bold statement. "But not to sleep."

This is when it clicks for him. His eyes light up with excitement but he tries to stay neutral-looking. Instead he leans in to kiss me, and I throw an arm around his neck and pull him closer.

He stays standing above me. I manage to get his thermal off and pull him closer so he's on the bed.

"Hey," he says, pulling away. "This isn't your absolute first time, right?"

"Right," I tell him.

He leans back in to kiss me. I can feel his hand on my waist and he pulls my shirt up and over my head. Once again, instead of grabbing me immediately he instead pulls me closer so we're chest-to-chest. I can feel his heart rate quickening against me, and I know mine is probably racing too.

Andy's lips move along my body. He murmurs,"God, you're fucking gorgeous," along my arm. He places kisses in spots not usually kissed on my body, which creates a completely different atmosphere. When I had sex with Adam, we knew it was sex. He would kiss my body, but they were very sexualized kisses. Sex was sex to us. And although I hate comparing Andy to Adam, Adam is all I know.

"Hey."

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I meet Andy's eyes again. "What?"

"You still with me?" he asks, his eyebrows raised in the cutest way.

I can't help but smile at him before I lean in and kiss him again. His lips pull away from mine and touch my breast. If I wasn't getting turned on before, this definitely starts me up. One of Andy's hands caresses my side, his thumb rubbing along my hip bone. He gently bites down and I moan into his hair. His arm wraps around my waist as he moves onto the other one, and his free hand holds the other.

"You smell good," Andy states, his head still down.

"Thanks," I reply, and I know that this kind of breaks the sex field around us, but he instantly fixes that when his hand moves down to the front of my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he says.
I kind of blush, although it isn't because of embarrassment. He's smiling against my collarbone before I pull away enough to look at him. With that same, boyish smile that I love he asks, "Is this all 'cause of me?"

"I mean, duh," I say, kind of teasing. I'm about to tell him about how he makes me hot out of the blue sometimes but he interrupts me by sending his hand down my panties. I'm on edge already because of how horny he's getting me, so when he starts touching me I'm putty in his hands. I moan his name into the air around me, feeling the muscles in his shoulders move and flex in my palms.

"I knew it," he murmurs against my throat. His fingers slip inside of me and make me moan again. Although the feeling is out of this world, I force myself through the haze enough to work on his belt and the front of his jeans. Seeing him hard adds something else to my experience and I'm suddenly a lot warmer. I reach into his pants and pull out his dick, stroking the best I can.

This is enough to get Andy to stop and start pulling down his pants. His zipper gets stuck on his belt, though, so he has to stand up to fix his pants. I get a chance to sit up and actually onto the bed as I watch him. The fix is quick, so I get to watch as he pushes his jeans down for me, and I bite my lip. He's so incredibly attractive. With his tattoos and piercings and demeanor, just looking at him like this makes me hot. He isn't at all shy either. His confidence about himself rolls off of him in waves, as it usually does. It just makes me happy.

With a quick ruffle of his hair, Andy joins me in my bed again, crawling over me and kissing me. This is as close as our bodies have ever gotten to each other. The only thing separating us, which frustrates me immensely, is my panties. He kisses me, though, in that way that's difficult to explain. It's like... It's like wanting to fuck more than anything but wanting to cuddle too. It's a needy but very loving kiss.

"I suppose we should get these off," he murmurs, his face hardly above mine.
By now, I'm too shaky to reply. I'm not particularly scared or nervous, I mean we've done all of this stuff before, but he's only the second guy I will have slept with. It's another strange sensation to describe.

Andy kisses my forehead before sitting back. He grabs the waistband of my panties and starts to pull them down. I lift my hips when needed and when they're off Andy simply tosses them to the pile of clothes by the bed. He looks at me for a second, which he didn't exactly do before, and it's a little nerve-wracking.

"Mm, c'mere," he says, his voice low and velvet-y. He lays down on his stomach and pulls me down a little, then he wraps his arms under my thighs. This could get me shaking.

To think of it, Adam hardly ever went down on me. The times he did go down on me were mediocre, usually, and I had to fake my orgasms sometimes. I don't take this personally because we were the only people we'd ever had sex with before, so he didn't really have any idea of what he should be doing. In a way that's sweet because all of his experience is with one girl, which is the girl he loved. Andy would have more experience, right?

Oh fuck, he has more experience!

When I look down at Andy, his eyebrow is raised. "You okay?" he asks.

"Whatever you just did was amazing," I say.

He chuckles. "Trust me, that's only the start."

Oh my God. As Andy starts I can already feel a building sensation in the pit of my stomach. I try to blame this on how turned on I was earlier, but I know it's because I've never gotten eaten out like this before. He knows what he's doing with himself. He's not just there trying to figure out what feels good. He knows what feels good.

I can usually contain my moans. I kinda had to learn how so when Adam was over we could do this without getting caught, not that what we did would make me want to scream out. Tonight, though, it's a little harder. I don't want to scream now, but my vocal cords aren't exactly quiet tonight.

"Oh fuck, Andy," I moan. He did that thing again. I don't even know what the fuck he's doing but it's amazing. I grab onto his hair but also run my fingers through it.

Andy knows where I'm at. He slides his hand up from my waist to my breast and massages it as he does that thing that feels good. It's kind of like... Like nuzzling. Like what a cat does with your hand, only he's doing it with his tongue. My hands are gripping onto the sheets as that feeling in my stomach grows and grows. There's such an intense build-up leading to this that I've never had before. It's more heightened but also bigger, if that makes sense. I can feel my body pushing more and more from me as he keeps going. As his hand squeezes I moan my loudest, and after him doing that thing one more time I lose it. I'm coming, my hips having left my control and my vocal cords announcing the action. He does the same as before, rubbing small circles over my clit with his thumb just to keep me going until I'm done. When I am, I'm breathing heavy again.

After my hips fall back to the bed, Andy sits back up. "Looks like someone's never been eaten out before," he says.

"I have been," I say, "just not like that."

He laughs. "Glad I could show you how it's supposed to be done." As he leans over me again, he holds my waist in one hand and kisses me.

I make the sudden realization that this is it. We're about to actually have sex for the first time together. Unless of course he wants me to return the favor, which I'd gladly do, but even still it would just be us prolonging the inevitable.

Oh my God, we're actually about to have sex. What if I'm not good at it? I'd like to think I am but I've only had sex with one other boy before, and we lost our virginities to each other so neither of us knew if it was good or bad. I mean I've read things and watched other things and picked up a few tricks, but what if Andy and his experience with other girls makes him disappointed in me?
Our lips naturally pull away from each other and we kind of just look at each other for a moment. His hair is disheveled and there's a little bead of sweat above his eyebrow from the heat of this room without the fan on and his eyes are loving above everything. "Are you ready?" he asks.
I bite my lip. "Yeah."

He kisses my forehead again. He sits up to grab his wallet from the nightstand, which I question until I realize he's going for a condom. I grab his arm. "You don't need that," I say. He gives me this look like Uh, yeah I do until I say, "I've been on birth control for, like, five years remember? We don't need to use a condom if you don't want to." I don't want to, I mean it feels better without one, but if he wants to that's his decision.

My heart starts racing as he forgets the foil packet on the nightstand and sits up again. This is it. This is the moment the night has been leading up to.

I can vaguely remember the first time Adam and I ever had sex. It was awkward and not at all very sexy. There was this whole debacle with breaking my hymen and although we were in love and definitely fixed it through practice, it probably wasn't the best thing to think about in a situation like this.

Andy pulls my legs apart a little further and holds them that way with his hands. He looks me in the eye and kisses me one more time. The head of his dick pushes against my clit and gets me back into the vibe. I get incredibly turned on by the way Andy looks— his strong shoulders and long arms, the way his body slims down and the way his hips look, the v-lines showing prominently. I push my nervous thoughts away and feign confidence; I mean fake it until you make it.

And then, slowly and suddenly all at once, Andy is pushing himself in.
Both of us gasp at the feeling. I'm probably pretty tight from the lack of sexy times in the last six months and he's huge so he feels way different than Adam. He doesn't even go in all the way before pulling out. He pushes in again, going all the way this time. Man, he can go fucking deep. I softly moan when he's completely in. I can feel him get slightly more excited if possible, and the look on his face says he wants to start. I bite my lip up at him in a way to agree.

With his hands still holding my legs apart, Andy starts moving at his own pace. He starts at a good pace, not one too fast, one that's getting both of us worked up. He feels much different than Adam did but in such a good way. I mean, it's one thing because Andy's bigger, but the way he moves. He thrusts like he knows exactly where to go, knowing exactly how to make me enjoy this experience too.

"God, Baby Doll," Andy murmurs. He lets go of my legs to put his hands in front of him, bringing his face closer to mine.
I moan with him, this feeling better than anything has before, and grab onto his hair and shoulder. "Fuck, Andy," I moan for him.

"God, you're fuckin' perfect." He ends his statement with a harsh thrust. "Let me go faster."

"Please," I moan.

Indeed he begins going faster. I can't help but moan louder than before. The sensations I feel are building up with every thrust and pushing more sounds from my vocal cords. Before much longer I'm moaning, "God, fuck me harder, Andy." He quickly obliges and long, harsh thrusts that leave me begging for breath. This alternates for several minutes as both of us exchange curses and professions of pleasure and love. It's honestly the best I've ever physically felt.

As Andy slows down again, I stop him. This is my roller coaster to ride after all. We switch spots. When I settle onto his dick, it's even further than before and I feel even better if possible. I start riding him, grinding on him when my hips feel it's necessary. I've lost control of them too. They're having a field day instead. Andy removes my hands on his chest and pulls them down to the bed so I'm lower. When he does this he kisses me and grabs my breast. I grind on him to be easier on me and he moans into my lips. "Baby Doll," he murmurs.

"You like that?" I ask, trying to be sexy.

Andy stops me from moving and starts thrusting upwards, showing me how much he liked that. I'm moaning loudly now, unable to stop myself. "Fuck," I moan, nearly shouting. I sit up to start moving again, but that's still relatively slow compared to Andy's pace. He seems to like it better though and instead just holds my breast as I ride him. We're both moaning now, Andy being pretty straight-forward with how he feels as I move up and down on him. I can feel him as I move, and I have to work harder to get up further than I did with Adam.

It's as I'm grinding on Andy again that he stops me. "Hang on, baby," he says, holding my hips. This is kind of code for get off during sex, so I get off. He pulls me onto my side and scoots up behind me, basically spooning me.

I had tried a lot of things with Adam, but we'd never tried this. It's not that it's too complicated or scary or anything, I just think that Adam didn't like it because he didn't go as far in this position. With Andy, though, as he pushes in there is no problem with that. I get to lean into Andy's body as his strong hand hold one of my legs up and the other curls under me to hold onto my breast.

"Shit. This'll make me come," Andy murmurs.

I know what this means. I rev up my moaning a little, trying to inflate his ego and aide his orgasm. He pushes my leg back down again and fucks me hard, doing exactly what he wants. This makes me hotter though. I've never been fucked like this before. That feeling in the pit of my stomach is tensing again.

"Talk to me," Andy moans.

As in talk dirty? I didn't know he was into that. I was never an expert, but I'm pretty sure I can do this.

"You like fuckin' your girl?" I start. "I want you to come, baby."

"Fuck," he groans. He goes harder, making me moan louder.

"God, come so hard you see stars," I say. "I want you so bad."

This is when Andy goes into overdrive. He's going as hard as he can go while going as fast as he can, and both of those sensations are driving me crazy. My moans are nearly loud enough for the neighbors to hear and are no longer coherent. Behind me I can hear his voice getting rougher, the curses and moans getting raspy. He hits this spot as he does this that makes me moan in a weird, kinda' dirtier way and this sound pushes Andy over the edge. His hands tighten on my thighs and he moans into my hair. His thrusts become sloppier, more rugged and intense. It's this feeling doubled with the sensation of him coming inside me that flips me over the edge again. My muscles tighten and my moans peak for another few moments, riding out mine as Andy finishes his. He stops moving as I start descending off of Cloud Nine and back down to Earth.

Andy pulls out of me slowly, his hands still gripping onto my leg and breast. When he's out he immediately pulls me into him, and I turn so I'm facing him. We remain quiet for the next several minutes, our breathing the only sound and movement.

Notes

Sooooo this is an old scene I wrote as a part of a story I have on Wattpad. Sorry that this isn't the best; like I said I wrote this probably a year ago before I was a better writer and was still embarrassed by words like "cock" and "breasts" (which, like, why?). I'm graduating on Wednesday so I haven't been able to actually write lately, with cramming for finals and taking finals and final projects. Forgive me. Friday I should be back to normal, and I'll be writing way more than ever! So please bare with me (it's worth it I promise <3).

~Niki X,,,,,,x