Chapter 22 – Andy
Chapter Twenty-Two
ANDY
When I first saw Niki, I could never have imagined that he would be in my apartment, sitting on my couch and tenderly kissing my hand. He’s a good man, even if he doesn’t see it. I do. He hasn’t been in my life long, but he’s already made such a difference. I no longer feel alone.
Before I let myself get into my head, I pull one of my legs from off his lap and shift to straddle him. It’s taken me a bit to push my shyness away, but I want more.
“Babe?” Niki's eyes widen in surprise.
“Is this a problem?”
He audibly swallows, sitting up straighter, his hands going to my hips. I’d changed into an oversized shirt and a pair of loose shorts. It's far from alluring, but the way Niki is acting is making me feel hella sexy.
"It could be."
I scoot my ass farther up his thighs, stopping when my sex hits the hard outline of his cock.
I'm already growing wet. Shamelessly so. It's his fault, really. The other day we had a small makeout session, and I came all over him. I was so wet that I left a damp spot on his pants. I was mortified at the time, but now I don’t care. I’m tired of hiding from the way he makes me feel.
"Why would it be a problem?" I lick my lips, my eyes dropping to his mouth. He has full lips, the kind women pay for.
"You going to run off to the bathroom again?" His fingers grip my hips flex slightly, letting me know he doesn't want me to go anywhere.
"I got shy." I shrug. "This is new to me."
His fingers stroke across my back, and the roughness of his fingertips makes goosebumps break out on my skin. Niki's touch is like him, rough but gently sweet if it wants to be.
“New to me, too,” Niki reminds me. That was hard to believe at first, but the more I get to know him, I can see that. He puts everything into the people he cares about, and for some crazy reason, he cares about me. “Talk to me.”
“About being shy?” I tilt my head down, that shyness already creeping in.
“Yeah. If we talk about it, then it might relax you. Besides, we should be comfortable together.”
“Niki.” I laugh. “You have to be the most rational teen boy in the world when it comes to this.” Even in this, he’s putting me first, making sure that I’m ready. This is why I feel so comfortable with him.
“I just want to make sure you’re with me.”
“I’m with you.” I scoot closer, his cock pressing harder against me. Right where I need it. If I rocked my hips, it would give me the friction my body is begging for. I place my hands on his chest. "Can I see some of you?"
"My shirt?"
I nod.
In one quick move, it's off and tossed away, leaving a feast for my eyes.
"Now there is no way I can take mine off, holy hell." I knew Niki was built. You can see that with his shirt on, but without it on, damn.
The tattoos that lead up his arm contour across part of his shoulder and down the hard lines of his body. My fingers trace them.
"I promise. You without a shirt is a million times better." His hands splay out along my back and under it. "No bra." He lets out a small groan.
Be bold, I tell myself. I want this, and I can’t let shyness try and take it from me. The world already takes so much. I don’t give myself a chance to second-guess. I pull it off over my head, tossing it away, the same as he did.
Niki’s expression turns dark, his breathing deeper. “Andy.” The way he says my name has my nipples hardening. There is almost a warning there. I think the sight of Niki in this moment would send others running from the room. He appears ready to strike.
“I want you,” I say.
His hand goes to the back of my head, making me meet his lips halfway. Our mouths connect, and we both let go, everything else fading away, leaving only the two of us and all the things we feel for each other and don't fully grasp.
Our teeth clack together as we both thrust our tongues into the other's mouth. Both of us are trying to kiss each other deeply. When Niki lifts his head, I gasp for a breath, realizing I'm now flat on the couch.
Niki doesn't need to catch his breath. If he does, he shows no signs. His mouth keeps moving down my neck, licking and sucking. My body is eating up every single second of his attention.
"You're so soft." One of his big hands engulfs my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple.
"You're so hard." I buck my hips, wanting to rub against him, but he is on his knees between my thighs, not letting me. "Niki—"
"Let me taste it this time." He lifts his head, those dark eyes of his meeting mine. They aren't eyes that belong to a teenager. I want to give him softness, to show him another side of himself.
"You can taste anything you want." I let my thighs open more in invitation. He drops his forehead between my breasts, taking a deep breath.
“You can’t say that shit.” There is a hitch to his words.
“But I mean it.” I thrust my hips up again. “You do this to me. I’m so wet for you.” I admit what I was so shy about earlier. His head snaps up; this time there is pure hunger in his gaze.
“I’m going to worship this body.” Niki’s hands push my breasts together, his mouth going to my nipple, giving one attention before the other. “Worship you.” He keeps going, his fingers slipping into the top of my shorts, hooking into my panties to pull them both down, leaving me naked.
Niki drops back, sitting on his heels between my spread thighs.
“I, uh—” I lick my lips.
“Don’t be shy. You have a body that deserves to be worshipped.
” I can’t help but smile at that. I don’t think he’s giving me a small white lie.
That’s not Niki. “Only I have seen this.” His fingers travel down my hips, going farther until they reach the folds of my sex.
"Only I will ever see this." I don't have time to think about his words or the promise that they hold.
His fingers slip through the folds, grazing my clit. "Niki." I buck. "Don't tease me."
"I want to savor this." His eyes are now trained between my thighs. He splays his fingers, opening me up, my clit begging for his attention. The ache there turns to a throb that pulses through my whole body. I’ve never felt this desperate for anything in my entire life. Every second feels like an eternity.
“Please.”
He grunts like a hungry wolf as he shifts us, dropping his knees to the floor so he can settle more between my thighs, further opening me up to him.
There is no hesitation when his lips hit my sex. His fingers hold me open as he latches on to my clit. He sucks, his tongue stroking back and forth. The pleasure his mouth is providing is indescribable. The orgasm hits me, and I cry out his name, sinking my fingers into his hair.
My body jerks, the sensation becoming too much. I shake my head no, not sure I can handle more. He grips the back of my thighs, lifting them, burying his face as deep as he can in me.
"Niki!" I scream out his name this time. My whole body is locking up. The orgasm moves through me, lighting up places I didn't know were inside of me. It’s overwhelming and perfect at the same time.
My eyes flutter open when he presses his mouth to mine. I taste my release on him. "Thank you." A small laugh bubbles free.
"I think it's me that is supposed to say that."
"No." He shakes his head, kissing me again. I wrap my arms around him, never wanting to let go.