Chapter 15 Andrew
Iwant so badly to kiss her right now when her mouth wraps around her straw. I can smell her peppermint lip gloss from here. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I swallow the big ball of meat from my Crunchwrap. Shit. No matter how hard I try, I can't hide my intrusive thoughts when they're written all over my face.
“Like you want to devour me…” Candi reluctantly sets her cup in the cup holder in the middle console. She fiddles with her fingers and pulls on the end of her skirt.
“Maybe I do.” What the hell did I just say? Damn, I sound like a crazy person. I could be... When I'm with her, I feel like I can do or say anything without consequences. She makes me feel like I'm fucking invincible. If that makes me crazy, just call me Sid Vicious.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” Even your nervous laugh is adorable. I can't answer her question, not verbally anyway. How do I find the words to say I want to taste every part of her? To run my fingers down her soft skin… to tangle my fingers in her long hair until I hear her soft mewls in my ear.
“Come here.” She continues to watch me closely as I slide my seat back, and her forest green eyes stay glued to mine as she straddles my lap. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” She winces under my hold when my palms stick to her thighs like they're Velcro.
My hands move as if they're possessed, moving up over her body before gliding through the strands of her hair on the nape of her neck.
Candi's eyes roll up as she involuntarily begins grinding on my dark denim jeans. I’m instantly hard beneath the heat of her.
“Look at me,” I don't know what I'm doing or where the words come from, but there is a dark part of me that's taking over. A side that only she can bring out.
“Are you afraid of me?” I ask in a low tone before finding her neck with my lips.
“No. Should I be?” She asks in a hushed tone, finding the words through her rapid breath.
“No.” I take in another deep inhale and marvel at her amazing body as she continues to move her hips on my lap.
The hem of her skirt rides up dangerously high.
“I would never do anything to hurt you. Do you trust me?” My hands untangle from her thick tendrils of hair and find their way under her sweater.
The addictive way her body trembles on top of me is something I'll never forget. I’ll never get used to.
“Of course, I trust you.” She sits up as well as she can without the top of her head hitting the tan fabric on the roof of the car.
“What about when I put my hands here?” Her bra clasp is like a vortex, pulling my fingers closer to the metal hooks.
“Yes,” her teasing smirk ushers me to keep going.
“What if I…” the hooks loosen as her straps almost fall off her shoulders. “Just unhook this…”
“Andy…”
“What? My hand slipped.”
“Nice. I'm sure it did.”
“I want to see all of you…” I don't miss the way she bites her lip, or how easy it is for me to remove her sweater. “Wow,” I want to say more, but my mind goes blank on all other phrases. Slowly, she moves her straps down her arms; I'm caught in her trance.
“You're fucking perfect.”
“No one is perfect…”
“Whoever told you that is a damn liar. I mean, look at you! You're like a fucking dream come true!”
“Andy…”
“I love it when you say my name… it should be its own song. Damn, that would be one hell of a hit…”
“I-I can't sing. I mean, I do, but it's when I'm alone, and no one is watching.”
“I want to hear it…”
“No, you don't. Trust me.”
“Oh, if it's anything like you sounded last night, I do.”
“Very funny…”
“Funny? I'm funny…? I'll take that. I would more than happily make you laugh. When you laugh… damn. It makes all of my insides feel like they’re ice cream…”
“Haha… what? That's ridiculous.”
“I'm serious. You can't tell what that does to me?” She shakes her head, still wearing only her smile and her skirt that's bunched up around her hips. “But what I really want to do is to make you sing for me…”
“I'm not singing, Andy…”
“Really? I think I can make you sing…”
“H-how are you going to do that?”
“...Oh, you know… just by putting my lips here…” My mouth finds its way onto her naked chest. “Or maybe… here…” She takes in a deep breath as I run my tongue over her peaking nipple. I hold onto her curves while bringing her closer.
“Andy…”
“Oh, there it is. I told you I could get you to sing. Do you want to sing some more for me?” Without words, she answers with a single nod.
“I thought you might. It's okay, baby. I can sing the harmonies.” I move my hand under the smallest band of elastic I've ever seen, and pull her thin g-string down her hips and stop at her thighs.
“Take me out, baby.” My words are filled with heat and lust for her round breasts.
Her hands move quickly through the buckle and the silver button that once fastened my jeans.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and she brings me out of the open space.
She moves her hand up and down the shaft, antagonizingly slowly at first, then picks up her pace.
“Damn, Candi.” I want her, every last bit.
“As much as I love it when you do that, I don't want your hand…”
“You feel so good.” Her head tilts back, and she positions herself on my dick. “Fuck, Andy.” Please, don't stop. Say my name again.
“Oh, fuck. Keep singing for me, Candi. Keep going, baby!” I grip my hands tighter around her hips, making her movements faster.
“Yes! Andy!” She places her hands on either side of the headrest. “I'm so close.” I never want this to end.
“That's it, baby. Use me to make yourself come.” Her pussy feels so tight, so warm, and so fucking good. “I don't think I'm going to last much longer…” I try my best to last as long as I can, but my release chases hers as soon as I feel her dripping on my sensitive skin.
Her body goes lax, and our fast breaths go in sync.
She melds with my body, and we sit still connected for what seems like minutes.
I wish I could hold her all night, but if I don't get her home soon, there's a chance I may never get this time again.
That is, unless I don't sneak back into her room.
“As much as I don't want this night to end, I should probably get you home.” She quietly quivers on my lap, and I do my best not to kiss her again.
“I-I think I'm falling in love with you.” Did I just say that out loud?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck, I hope she didn't hear me.
God, but what if she did? Will she even talk to me again?
“Oh, shit! I didn't realize how late it was. My parents are going to kill me!” She didn't say anything about what I said. Maybe she didn't hear it. Fuck, I hope I didn't ruin everything between us.
Everything still feels so tender when she sits up and climbs off my lap. We both dress in awkward silence, minus the sounds of zippers and metal buckles; we only give each other quick glances. Yep… I definitely fucked up.
The drive to her house is just as quiet, aside from the loud voices screaming in my head.
Fuck! Did I really just tell her I loved her?
What the hell is wrong with you, Andrew?
! She's never going to talk to you after this.
God, please say something. Make me feel like I didn't fuck everything up and that we still have a chance.
“So…” I begin, turning out of the darkened wooded area. “First date…”
“Uh, yeah. It was unlike any date I've ever been on.” That's good…right?
“Right… same here.”
“You've been on other dates? I-I thought you said you weren't interested in anyone else.” Are you… jealous? I guess I didn't fuck up as badly as I thought I did.
“I'm not. This was my first date…”
“Your first date?”
“Yes. You think it's pathetic, right? I just never wanted anyone else, like I wanted you.”
“It's not pathetic. It's sweet.”
“So, I'm funny and sweet. Is that enough to win a second date with the girl of my dreams?”
“I don't know. Maybe you'll just have to stick around to find out.”
“That, I can definitely do.”