Chapter 16 – Andie #2
In the picture, Sully was talking to me, and I had my head turned, laughing at him.
From the angle, it did look like we were about to kiss.
Fuck, someone had put them on social media.
Morgan must be friends with one of Sully’s friends.
I texted back immediately. The photo didn’t look good, but it was all innocent.
A: He’s just an old friend I haven’t seen in a while.
M: Yeah, an old friend, right. Does this one have benefits too?
Shit, he was pissed off, and really, I couldn’t blame him. I wouldn’t have been happy if I’d had the same picture but with Morgan and another girl. I gave up with the texting, it was taking too long, and tried to call him instead. His phone just rung and rung. I got another text from Morgan.
M: Don’t bother. I can’t answer, I’m out with the boys. Guess I’ll see you at work. Have fun with your friend.
I paced across the bathroom floor; I didn’t want to leave things like that.
I knew that Brooke had cheated on him and how hurt he was as Kate had told me she was worried about him just after I had moved back home.
I also knew he was feeling self-conscious and jealous, and it didn’t help that I couldn’t take that step and commit fully.
I wanted him, but didn’t want him, or not that I didn’t want him, I just didn’t want a relationship, I didn’t want that label again.
It always got torn away, just when I gave it my all.
Fuck, my head was spinning, it was complicated, but he was a good man—a great man—and I didn’t want to hurt him.
I didn’t want him going to bed that night thinking I had been with someone else.
I texted my car service. “Girls, I have to go. I’m sorry. I have to see Morgan,” I told Lauren and Betty.
“Yeah, you go get some.” Betty wiggled her eyebrows and laughed.
“You two are getting along well. I’m happy for you.” Lauren gave me a hug and a warm smile.
I let them think I was going home to bed him. “Can’t keep my hands off him. You two be safe. Use the car service when you need it. Text you tomorrow.”
The car was waiting for me when I left the pub.
Nerves ran through me all the way to Morgan’s local pub.
I fidgeted in my seat, wringing my hands together and tugging at the seatbelt which suddenly felt too tight around me.
I must have checked my phone over a dozen times on the way to the pub just to see if he had replied to me, but he hadn’t.
The closer we got to the pub the more my nerves grew, the butterflies in my stomach had turned into stampeding elephants. By the time I stepped out of the car, I was a nervous ball of energy. I needed to show him that I was with him. Only him. Even if all I could offer was friends with benefits.
I entered the pub and walked towards the bar area.
It was a quiet night with only a few older men dotted around, and then Morgan’s group in the corner.
Baz saw me first; he nudged Morgan, then nodded my way.
The whole group turned and looked at me.
Wolf whistles and catcalling emanated from the table.
I lifted my chin, squared my shoulders, and walked to Morgan.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his jaw tight and his eyes cold.
“Can we talk?” I bent down to speak in his ear.
“I’d rather not tonight. I just want a quiet drink with the boys. See you at work.” He turned away and picked up his pint.
I wasn’t going to be dismissed that easily. I walked to the bar, ordered myself a vodka and coke and another round for the men.
Drink in hand, I walked back to the table and sat in the seat next to Morgan that Baz, who had seen me coming back, had just vacated. “Hey boys, I’m Andie, drinks all round,” I called when the bartender came over with the trays. A round of cheers went up and each eagerly grabbed a drink.
“Let’s talk, please,” I said quietly to him, tugging on his arm.
He spun to look at me and leaned in close, his voice hard.
“Do you know how it felt, Andie? To see you with someone else? It hurt.” He growled.
His eyes blazed into mine and he swallowed hard and shook his head.
“Fuck you. Just go back to your friends,” he snarled, turning away from me, picking up his pint and taking a long pull of it.
I felt a stab of pain in my heart. He was hurt. I had hurt him. My chin quivered and a lump formed in my throat. How could I make it better? I ran my hand through my hair.
“For fuck’s sake, honestly, Sully is just an old friend… no benefits.”
“Andie, this is getting too hard…” He trailed off, looking away.
I didn’t know what to say. My chest ached, my mind raced as I tried to think of something, anything to say or do to make him believe I hadn’t been with Sully.
“Morg.” I placed my hand on his, desperate to touch him, but he swiped it away. Then looked back at me, his lips turned downwards.
“Look, I know you don’t need this shit and neither do I. I’m not sure I can do this anymore. I think you should get back to your friends. I don’t want to ruin your night. I need to use the toilet.” He squeezed my hand, which was now on my thigh, got up and strode towards the door.
“Morgan,” I called out, my voice full of emotion.
“Yeah?” He looked hurt and defeated. His eyes looked tired and dull, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Before I could think about it further, I stood up, stalked to him, gripped the front of his shirt and kissed him like he was the air I needed to breathe.
He hesitated but soon swept his arms around me, bending me backwards as he deepened the kiss.
His hands squeezed my arse, running up my back and ribs, and back to my arse.
My pussy fluttered and my panties became damp.
I moaned into his mouth. At first, his table fell silent but then it erupted with hollering and whistling all round.
“What are you doing? You said you wanted to keep it between us?” He pulled back just a little, chuckling at the boys, but the beaming smile on his face warmed my heart.
“I needed you to know, to believe. I may not be ready for a full relationship, but I am yours, nobody else’s. I don’t care who knows that I’m with you anymore, I just don’t want the relationship title. I don’t want to lose you.” I sucked on his lower lip.
“Yeah?” His fingers dug into my hips, and he pressed another kiss to my swollen lips.
“Yes, I told you this earlier; I’m with you.” I kissed him again, I needed more of it, of him.
“Okay, I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’m headed home. Come back to mine tonight?” I desperately wanted to reach down and grab his cock, but I was aware that all eyes remained on us.
“I can come with you now?” His voice had turned husky.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, moving to cup my arse. I felt his semi-hard cock pressed against me. His eyes lingered on my lips.
“No, you stay out with the boys. Text me when you’re ready and I’ll send the car for you.”
I didn’t want to cut his night with the boys short. He deserved time with them. I waved to the boys and walked towards the exit.
Morgan grabbed my hand. “Hey, I can’t later. I have Charlie early in the morning.”
“Oh, okay, yeah. Talk to you tomorrow.” I left the pub with damp panties, a pounding heartbeat and my whole body was hot and tingly but feeling better for having spoken to him.
I lay in bed thinking about him. I wanted him in my bed, I wanted to wake up the next morning, open my eyes and see him next to me. I wished I could just give in, but the fear ran too deep. My eyes were closing just as my phone vibrated.
M: Hey, baby, I’m home now.
He added a selfie of him in bed, bare chest, and one arm over his head.
He looked so hot, muscles for days, the marks where I had been sucking his skin still visible, a small smirk on his lips, and come fuck me eyes. I replied instantly.
A: Looking good there, M.
I got up and positioned myself in front of my full-length mirror and took a picture of me in a light pink, satin babydoll with matching panties. Holding up a small piece of the front so he could see said matching panties. I got back into bed, checked the photo, and hit send.
He replied within seconds.
M: Look what you’re doing to me.
There was a picture of his boxers standing up on their own.
I needed to hear his voice, to see him. Without thinking, I pressed the video call button.
“Hey, baby.” His voice sounded raw and gritty. His eyes shone, and a playful smile graced his lips.
“Do you know what I would be doing to you if I were with you now?” I purred down the phone.
My body trembled with desire, my skin feeling sensitive to the touch. My pussy ached to be filled, and I pushed down my panties.
“Tell me,” he growled.
“Well, I’d start by kissing and sucking your neck the way you like it, whilst my hand worked on your boxers.” I slipped my hand inside my panties, my core pulsed, and I gasped out loud when my hand grazed my clit.
“Fuck yeah, are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah, I wish you were here.”
I plunged two fingers inside myself, coating them in my juices before moving them back to my clit. I changed the camera’s angle so he could watch me pleasure myself.
Morgan changed his phone angle, and I watched as he fisted his cock hard and fast, the head glistened with pre-cum.
“Oh fuck, more please,” I moaned into the phone.
“Tell me what else you’d be doing if we were together.” His breaths were short and fast.
I told him how I would take his cock into my mouth, deep throating him, sucking hard on the tip whilst my hand worked on his shaft. “Keep going, baby, I’m nearly there.”
“Just when you’re getting close, I’d crawl up your body and slide down onto your cock, riding you hard and fast. I love it when your cock fills me.
” My moans grew louder and more feral. I was so close; I upped the pace of my fingers.
“I’m coming, Morgan, fuck. Please don’t stop,” I moaned into the phone.
“Andie, baby, yes… yes,” he moaned. I watched as jets of cum landed on his stomach and chest, “Fuck, Andie… I needed that.”
“Me too. Can’t wait to see you.”