Chapter 26 – Andy
Chapter Twenty-Six
ANDY
In the end, Niki ends up talking me into staying at his place. Which is fine; he’s stayed over at mine a few times already. It’s only fair, and I know it will make him feel better to have eyes on me. He also stopped pushing me on my hand.
Pretty sure he thinks I got into it with one of the girls from the club, and I’m not correcting it. Niki might leave it alone then. I don’t need to be dragging him into any more of my crap. He’s already done so freaking much for me.
“Here, let me.” I bump Niki over with my hip. On the way over to his place, we stopped at a store and picked up a few things for dinner.
It's been a long time since I’ve had a home-cooked meal. I'm sure some will say this doesn't count because it's spaghetti sauce out of a jar, but I'll take it.
"Yes, ma'am." Niki smirks, stepping to the side so I can stir the sauce to mix it in with the hamburger meat.
"This is nice," I tell him. "Easy."
"It is," he agrees. Niki and I in the kitchen hanging out beats going to any fancy restaurant. People don't get how much the small things can mean to a person.
"Is your sister okay with you not being home tonight?"
Now I understand why he hasn't tried to slowly introduce me to his family. I'm over here hitting strip club owners and dropping my mom off at rehab. Niki's mom would probably tell him to stay away from me for sure.
I almost laughed when my landlord warned me to stay away from Niki. I’m the one that’s constantly dragging him into some drama. People should be telling him to stay away from me at this point.
"Bam is going to be there tonight." He gives a small shrug.
"You know that you don't have to stay with me. I'll be fine." I don’t want him to give up time with his family because he feels as though he has to babysit me.
"Maybe I won't be fine."
"Thank you." I reach out to grab his hand.
I know that I told him he didn't have to stay with me, but I'm still jarred from what happened with Rico.
There is no way I'm going back there. I'll have to pick up extra shifts at the diner to try to come up with the money. I know Niki told me that he would take care of it, but it’s not his responsibility. There is also a part of me that doesn’t want to become dependent on him.
He might not always be here. I hate that thought.
“You don’t need to thank me.” He tugs on my hand, pulling me to him. “You’re my girl, and I take care of you.” Niki says that with pride. I love hearing him say I’m his girl. I want to belong to Niki. To be his everything.
“But what do I do for you?”
“Exist.”
“Exist?” I snort a laugh.
“Yeah, it feels good just being with you.” I honestly think that’s the nicest compliment anyone has ever paid me.
“You’re so sweet, you know that?” I lift on my tiptoes to kiss him.
Niki sinks his fingers into my hair, deepening the kiss. It almost gets out of control, and dinner is a few kisses away from being forgotten, but the timer on the oven goes off.
“You’re the one that tastes sweet.” Niki grips my hips, moving me over to pull the bread out of the oven.
“Let me check the pasta.” I pull one of the noodles out from the boiling water and throw it at the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“It stuck, so it’s done.”
“If you say so.” He laughs before grabbing the pot to drain the water.
“It’s Italian art.” I grab it off the wall. We sit and eat dinner together and talk before Niki turns on the TV. I curl into his side and must doze off at some point. When I wake up, he’s carrying me to bed.
“Crashed out on me.”
“I sleep good when you’re near.” I let out a yawn when he sits me down on the bed. My body relaxes when he’s close. I know nothing can hurt me. Niki has made me feel safer than anyone ever has in my life.
“Good.” I grab his shirt as he starts to stand.
“Kiss me.” I barely get those words out, and his mouth is on mine. My back now pressed to the mattress, Niki comes down over me. When his mouth is on me, it’s pure peace and pleasure. Everything else falls away.
I stroke my tongue against his, deepening the kiss. When he breaks it, it’s only so he can start to place kisses down my neck, and I know where this is going. As much as I want his mouth between my thighs, it's my turn to give him pleasure.
"Hey." I give his short hair a tug, making Niki lift his head. I can see the hunger in his eyes.
It has my nipples hardening. I have never thought of myself as sexy, more like a plain Jane, blending in, which has worked well for me, but Niki makes me feel desired. It's not about getting some. You can do that with anyone. It's about the two of us being together.
“It’s my turn.” Niki’s brows lift. I push at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “Roll your giant ass bear self onto your back.” He lets out a laugh but does as I tell him, taking me with him. I let out a small squeal but end up straddling him on the bed. Niki folds his hands behind his head.
“I’m all yours, babe.” His smile is playful and relaxed. It’s challenging to get him there, but I always have a sense of victory when I do. I think I’m probably one of the few people that actually can, which gives me a sense of pride.
“Is that so?” I push his shirt up, running my fingers across his chest, up and down. Each time, I draw closer to the end of his sweatpants. I’m not trying to tease him; I’m working up the courage to get started. I’ve never done this before, so I’m not really sure of myself.
When I feel Niki’s thighs flex under my ass, I know he’s holding back. I rock against his cock; he lets out a groan, his eyes falling closed. I lean down and kiss the center of his chest, my fingers slipping into his sweatpants as I move down his body.
“Andy.” My name comes out strangled. I can tell he’s on edge.
"Don't stop me." I scoot backward, pulling down his pants in the process. His cock springs free. Dear God, it’s massive and so damn hard. I lick my lips when I see a drop of cum leaking from the tip.
The throb between my thighs grows at the thought that I did this to him. That he’s so damn turned on by me. I may not know what I’m doing, but I do know that I’m going to do whatever it takes to make this good for him.
I grip his cock in my hand, surprised by how soft and hard it is at the same time. I stroke him a few times, but I keep my eyes locked on his face, wanting to see his reaction.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
“Am I doing it right?” I stroke him faster.
“Everything you do is right.” I could say the same about him. Tentatively, I lean forward, circling my tongue around the head of his cock, sucking and licking it.
I go deeper, taking more of him into my mouth. Niki's ass tenses, and he slightly rocks his hips. "Jesus Christ, Andy."
That's all I need to keep moving forward. I relax my throat and take as much of him as I can. My lips tighten around him. I can't get all of him in my mouth, so I use my hand to jack the bottom of his cock as I continue to move up and down.
The taste of him drips from the head of his cock, and I suck it down. "Andy," he starts to warn, and I know he's about to come. I don't let him stop me; I continue to work him the best I can, needing to give him pleasure.
A deep, guttural groan leaves him as he explodes into my mouth. I drink all of him down, like his release is my prize, and honestly, it is.
"Hey," I protest when I'm gripped under my arms and pulled up Niki's body. His mouth takes mine as he rolls to pin me under him. "I didn't say I was done yet." I lick my lips.
"It's my turn."
I lie back, letting him love my body with his mouth. The rest of the world falls away, the same way it always does when I’m with him. I wish it could be this way forever.