One Shot

My concentration is broken as I hear the balcony door creak a little bit. Andy's long ass arms are around me a moment later, which I put out my cigarette and smile for. He leans in and kisses my cheek as we sway a little bit.

"Our house," Andy sings again.

I just giggle and look up at him. He kisses my forehead before he says, "It's fucking gorgeous out here."

"Couldn't have asked for a better view even if I could've," I tease.

He chuckles as I spin around enough to face him but just enough to still look at L.A. We stare out at it for a while before he speaks again. "Nights like these have always been my favourite part of living in Los Angeles," he says. "No matter how hot it gets, it always cools down. No matter how dark life seems to be, you always have the consistent glow of the city. It's always been my constant..." He clears his throat. "At least it was until the day I met you."

I look up at him. The illumination of the skyline glows on his face and makes his eyes appear warmer than their usual cool blue. He smiles a content smile at me, moving his lips just enough to provoke a glint from his lip ring. Switching directions in the conversation, he says, "This house is bigger than what I ever thought I'd be in."

I smile at the thought. "It's smaller than my parent's old house. And I've probably told you before, but I always imagined living in a house kind of like this. I'm just excited that I've gotten to make myself a home with someone. It's fucking incredible to me."

Andy shifts beside me and chuckles once. He turns me completely to face him and pushes me against the balcony. "Speaking of fucking," he says, raising an eyebrow in a goofy way of being seductive. I giggle at him. He leans in and kisses me once, twice. "I think it's time we christen the house."

"I thought we weren't religious," I tease.
"Well, tonight you're looking so divine that it's beyond human creation," he says, "and if you're beyond that, something had to make you. So, for tonight, I'll pretend to understand." He leans in and kisses me again before I can say anything, not that I could to that heart-melting statement. We mold into each other, my arms rising to wrap around his neck and his around my waist. One of his hands, though, runs through the hair at the back of my neck and pulls my head back so he can lean into my neck.

"Babe," I say, his warm breath already having an effect on me.
He pulls me into his body with his hands and kisses me again before starting to walk backwards. He moves towards the balcony doors and stumbles a bit, not knowing exactly where the door is from the house being so new, but he finds it after a moment and pulls us inside.

Andy pulls his shirt off first and throws it towards the end of the bed. His hand runs along my side and clenches my shirt as he sits me down on the bed. My fingers grip onto his hair and slightly tug. His hand clenches tighter and he quickly pulls it up and over my head. He moves my legs so they're together and sits under them so we're closer. His lips move down and into my neck and my body stretches at the warm and intense feeling. His breath and lips are warm yet they make me shiver. His hand moves to my breast over my bra and gently squeezes, teasing me with his precise knowledge of what he's doing to me. His fingers lazily move to unclip the bra behind me as his teeth find the hinge of my jaw. I moan into the lovely air around us.
My bra slips off my shoulders and arms a moment later. His hand moves to cup my breast again and his fingertips find my nipple, gently caressing my arousal. His mouth finally moves from the curve of my neck to my breast and he leans over me, taking his time in his appreciation. His left hand gently holds the other breast while his right runs along my bandaged side. He mutters that he can't wait until it's healed and he can see it but moves to my other breast quickly. He moves his hand to rub outside of my shorts and palms me, so my restless hands have to return the favor. I let my hand slip past the hem of his sweatpants and into his boxers. I pull at the hem until they're at his knees and when they are he kicks them to his ankles and off his feet. It's easier to move my hands along his hips now. His sharp breath falls onto my breast and his teeth clench, bringing pain and pleasure with it.

Andy seemingly can't wait much longer and stands so he can pull my shorts off. I sit up so he can and when they're off my ankles I scoot back to the center of the bed. He follows me and crawls back onto the bed, meeting my lips again. When he moves to my throat I grip onto his hair and onto him. I can feel his pulse in his temples. His left hand is tightly grasping my waist while his right keeps him up. His breath is hot and erratic against my neck and makes me feel so needy.

Once again, Andy's hand moves to the junction between my thighs. Just his hand brushing against it makes me shiver. He always does this to me.

He pushes my thighs apart before returning completely, then he pushes his two fingers together and starts rubbing circles over my clit. I moan into the air above us.

"I love that I do this to you, honey," he murmurs against me.

Oh, it's what I dreaded. When I hear speak to me like this I melt into a puddle of need. Everything he does makes me need him. Jesus fucking Christ.

I push him over and onto his back. Seeing his relatively recently finished sleeve and messy hair makes me attack his mouth with my own, and his lips return the same eagerness mine show. I grab his erection in my hand and stroke, trying to keep it steady but my hand doesn't keep the rhythm. His hand wraps around mine, guiding mine to pleasure him, but it also seems kinda of romantic in a way. Kinda like holding hands, but obviously not really.

When I pull away and sit up, he sits up with me and rests on his hands. I move down to his erection, which is now pleased by solely me. I look up at him before placing a kiss on the head. His whole body is responsive and I can feel his thighs tighten. "Baby Doll," he coos.

I lower my mouth onto his cock. He gathers my hair behind me to keep it out of my face as I start a rhythm that's just enough teasing to get the best moans from him. It's not all in the rhythm, though, so every so often I pull my mouth away completely and use only my hand or I lick along the length or certain veins. The noises he makes like this are almost as good as the ones he makes when we're actually fucking. Nothing will compare to those.

Having any kind of sex with Andy is so much better than what I knew sex to be. I know that I'm getting better just because he actually knows what he's doing so I don't have to multitask. He always knows what the next action should bring and he knows exactly what I like. He also knows what he likes so there isn't a lot of guessing on my part. All of this has lead to so much of a better sex life. Not to mention that he's more skilled and his body is much different than what I was used to.

It takes a few minutes before Andy is stopping me. "Not yet, not yet," he mutters as he pulls my face up. He chastely kisses me as he lays me down on my back with my head on the pillows, and when I am he brings his hand to me once again.

I moan as his two fingers push into me, and as he slowly moves them back and forth I cry out even louder. "Let me hear more," he rasps out. He moves in between my legs and kisses below my navel, heating the skin there before moving his mouth to my center.

God his mouth is hot. His tongue isn't rough, but it's just rugged enough that I feel it when it's on me. He knows how to please me with it without me telling him, and that makes all of this even better.

Every inch of skin surrounding him feels like the end of a live wire. Even the slightest brushes against it triggers a noise in my throat, be it breath or moan or otherwise. He wraps his arms around my legs as he gets into it.

I grip onto his hair. "Andy," I moan out.

"What do you do to me?" he murmurs before really getting into it.

"Fuck." My thighs start to shake. It never takes very long for Andy to get me to the brink. He knows how to get me there in the smoothest and best way possible. The difference between us getting each other to that point is that he goes all the way while I wait until we're together. He's prone to pushing my limit of how far I can go.

He slides his fingers back into me and moves them at the perfect pace, getting me there smoothly. His name escapes my lips again and my fingers tighten in his hair, and then my reactions boil over and my hips join them. My throat allows moans and gasps while he slowly draws it to a close, trying not to push me so early. The nerve endings in my body are sparking at his touch. His arms around my legs help to control my hips and after a moment I'm spent.
Andy moves back up on the bed and kisses me, although mine responds slower due to the energy used in my orgasm. His pelvis is pushing against mine and I shudder, the feeling almost overwhelming. He forces himself to wait for a moment, knowing how much I can take in a night, and instead kisses my face. His lips find my forehead, my temple, the curve of my eyebrow, my eyelid, my nose, my cheek, my jaw, and- when I turn my head- my lips. I hold his face in my hands for the few moments we're together.

When he pulls away, he's looking at me and not through me. He's seeing if I'm ready to continue, and I just look at him. I look at his light azure eyes and strong nose and high cheek bones. I look at the lip ring I'm used to by now and the way his hairline angles outwards just above his temples and slims down for his thin sideburns.

"What're you looking at?" he asks.

"You," I answer, smiling.

He shakes his head and smiles back. He leans against me again, and I move my head in the slightest nod, so he pushes forward. Our eyes watch each other's until he's fully hilted.

Andy's rhythm starts slow, easing into the motions. I can see his shoulders are tensed and how labored his breathing is. His next thrust is harsher, and I moan with him. He starts moving faster, returning to the pace we had earlier in the night. I sit up and onto my elbows so I'm able to kiss him, and although it's not the cleanest it adds something. I grip onto his hair again as he thrusts, and the way he sounds when I pull a little makes me even hotter than the friction between us. My moans definitely beat his in volume, but there's still no comparison.

His arm slides under me and pulls my torso closer to his. "Oh, fuck me," I whimper.

"That's the idea," he jokes.

I start laughing. I can't help it. I laugh into his shoulder as he slows and chuckles too. When I pull away to look at him he's smiling at me and he leans in to give me a small kiss.

"There's never a dull moment with you," he says before laying me back down. He lowers himself instead of bringing me to him and moves in a more dragging, slower pace. I can't help the moan that leaves my body and the sound I get in return makes my body warmer. There isn't a word to describe the friction of his skin against my oh-so-sensitive tissue.

He's still just far away enough that I can see his eyes move and the faces he makes. While they move from my face to my breasts to the bed and to himself occasionally, the faces he makes in particular moments of pleasure or the way his mouth looks when he makes a noise is so hot to me. I can never get enough of him.

I can feel his hips getting tired, but I'm so close to another orgasm. I start to send my hand in between our bodies to aid it but he smacks it away and instead starts thrusting harsher, the strokes sure and slow and heavy. It only takes a few of these before I crumble in front of him again, breaking down in a series of heavy breaths and moans. My whole body feels like it's broken into tiny fragments. My eyes shut tight in its intensity.

Andy slows himself again, making sure he doesn't overdo it. He waits until my body stops shaking before kissing my breasts to keep me warm. I know that he could come at anytime and that he's only continuing this for my sake. I decide to show some initiative.

I sit up to the point of him falling out. He gets the idea and switches positions with me, and when my body feels like it's mostly pieced back together I align my hips with his. He finds his way to my opening, and once there I slide down onto him. His eyes close at the feeling. In this position, many things can happen. Mainly, he can be all the way inside me. I can control our movements this way as well. One downside, though, is it's a little more difficult for me to move all the way up and all the way down. Neither of us seem to mind this, however.

I raise myself up so I'm vertical. I can tell he's looking at me but I choose to ignore his ever observant gaze. Instead I focus on moving over him. I do my best to raise as high as I can and settle as low as I can. It seems to be working so I keep going. Watching him is almost as great as hearing him. I get to watch the little quirks he has. An obvious one is when I get so low that he's enveloped entirely and his eyes shut. Another is when his eyebrows furrow together because he's getting close before he wants to. One of my favorites is when he twitches his jaw, just slightly, but I think it means he wants to kiss me. The theory has seemed to work the times I've tried it.

I feel his hand on my waist, helping me move at our pace. His thumb is running along my hipbone as best he can and it feels loving in the sex-charged atmosphere we're in. He lightly runs his fingers along the skin of my burn scars.

"C'mere," he mumbles, bringing my chest down to his. He sits up onto one elbow so I'm leaning over his shoulder, and before he starts thrusting upwards and into me he rests his hand on my ass. I'm still so sensitive after that last orgasm that this one is already so close, especially because of how his demeanor has changed. I can tell now that's he fucking me the way he wants to fuck me. My moans ghost over his skin and into the mattress and sheets below. It doesn't take very long for the third time my body reacts to his so take course. The way we feel together is something else entirely and I can't help but feel spent. It's the best and worst part about sex with him.

He stops entirely after this one, knowing how much this tolls my body. I get off of him and onto my stomach beside him, and he turns and hugs my body to his. I can still feel his erection against me and pray he'll let me finish him with my hand or something. I'm exhausted.
After a few moments of rest, I feel him sit up again. I begin to protest, "Oh, Andy," I murmur. "I don't know if I can do this again."

"Please, Baby Doll," he begs against my shoulder. "I know you can. You've taken this much of me before. I promise this time I'll come."

I'm spent, my body aching and my lips sore and my mind needing sleep, but I know he'll stand by his word.

"You don't even have to move," he tells me. He pushes himself against me to show it. "Please."
I nod, although I'm not sure how clearly that's shown. I push my ass up a little so it's easier for him and he accepts it, driving himself straight in. He thrusts faster now, trying to reach his end a little quicker because of me. He helps hold my stomach up and talks to me, telling me I'm a goddess and how much he loves me and how amazing I am for taking all of him. Even exhausted, we still feel perfect and I moan with him. With a few minutes of mild encouragement from me, I feel his whole body tense. As tired as I am, I'm not missing this.

Quickly, I turn my whole body around. He shoves himself back inside me when I have and looking at me finishes the job. I watch as his face opens up, his mouth dangling and his eyebrows high and his eyes shut. I feel his warmth escape him and I know that now he'll rest with me.

When his high has been completely ridden out, his shaky lips find my forehead. He pulls out of me slowly and collapses to the bed beside me, and I don't even have one second before he pulls me in, not that I need it. I lay against his chest, although it rises and falls unsteadily, but I don't mind it at all. I try to catch my breath with him.

After a few moments, we lay in silence. Our breathing has calmed and our bodies have cooled. Without the blankets, we use ourselves for warmth.

"Thank you," Andy says quietly. "I know you were tired, but you--"

"Don't worry about it," I say. "You made me come, like, four times. Like I wasn't going to be tired? Of course I'd let you finish."

He smiles against my hair and I can feel it. "I'd say our house is definitely christened."

"Yeah," I laugh, "and God and our neighbors know it is too."

Notes

Alright, so, I know that I've been fucking terrible about updating. This wasn't even what I was going to post originally, this is another re-upload of a scene I wrote in an old shitty story. That being said, I know I promised more updates, and I'm going to try my best. This week has been a little difficult, because my brother moved back unexpectedly, my grandfather has been in an out of the hospital, my anxiety (and therefore depression) levels have spiked just because, and overall I've been a little bit of a mess and all over the place. However, I just cleaned my room, which always puts me back on track. It helps me kinda sort myself out, y'know?

Anyway, don't expect updates every day or anything, but I'll try to be better about leaving you guys hanging. Please accept this for now, as I'm currently finishing the one I was originally going to post. Thank you guys for your patience; it means a lot to me.

~Niki X,,,,,,x

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