Chapter 23 - Andie
Chapter Twenty-Three - Andie
“Oh shit!” Looking at my phone I see multiple missed messages from Spencer.
The screen lights up repeatedly from the missed calls, and texts.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I’m struggling to change into a dress as I hop around on one foot, sliding a shoe on while holding the other between my teeth.
Silently hoping he didn’t leave yet. It was such a long day I came home to take a bath and listen to my audiobook, and I completely lost track of time.
“Pleeeease pleeease still be there.” Punching in his number while swinging open the door to leave, I’m startled when I find Spencer standing there.
Our eyes lock and while I fully anticipate him being angry, that’s not the feeling I have as we stare at each other.
There’s no fury, no irritation, instead he looks relieved with a hint of something else.
Something I can’t put my finger on till he cuts me off mid-sentence.
“Oh my god! Spencer, I’m so sorry I lost—” Lust—the word is lust. Pulled close to him with no warning signs, he grips the back of my neck.
“Doesn’t matter, I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay.”
And then lust fuses his mouth to mine, showing me instead of telling me how truly worried he was.
His force knocks the air from my lungs, replacing it with pure want. No, not want, need. I need him. Immediately, his tongue finds mine, connecting with a hot and demanding hunt for more. Tasting faintly of bourbon and desire, I manage to catch that scent of sandalwood that sends my mind spiraling.
Taken aback by the aggressive need Spencer is demonstrating, it becomes apparent that escaping from his embrace is impossible. Not because he wouldn’t release me, but because I don’t want him to ever let me go. I give into his touch as it heats me to my very core.
Engulfing each other in a kiss that leaves my belly aching and my mind acting on impulse alone, my hands grip his shirt with a strength I didn’t know I was capable of.
The buttons strain against my fingers as we stumble backwards through my open doorway and into the hotel room, continuing until we reach the kitchen counter.
With the grip I have slipping. I let go long enough to slide my hands up his body, feeling the ripple of each ab, as I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck—no thoughts, all instinct.
He lifts my body with ease, lowering me onto the counter.
The cold granite hits my bare ass and thighs, making me squeal, and Spencer rips his lips from mine.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing, sorry the granite’s cold.” I’m stumbling through my words, but that is exactly what this man does to me. I can’t think straight around him. All judgment I have is clouded, and I’m thinking more with my sexual needs than what’s socially appropriate.
The whole world comes to a screeching halt as I forget all my fears and worries till it’s just us.
We’re the only two that matter right now, and all I can see, feel, and all I want is this gorgeous man standing in front of me, ready to fully claim me as his own.
I’m responding to him like a dog to a bell for feeding time—it’s instant, automatic, and completely out of my control.
He’s looking in my eyes like he’s searching for the hidden meaning of my comment.
That is, until he runs his hand up my dress, creating this inferno within my body.
His fingertips travel the curve of my thigh, each point of contact sparking like a live wire against my sensitive skin.
Lighting up every pleasure sensor I have.
His length presses hard against me leaving little to the imagination of what he’s working with, and it has my inner walls clenching with anticipation.
Fueled with the knowledge he wants me as desperately as I want him, I use a sexual confidence I don’t remember having before and reach between my legs, layering my fingers on top of his to guide them across my slit.
I want him to know that I’m already soaked for him.
Never have I been this wet, this primed and ready for someone so quickly. The vibrations from my body humming with need before he’s even truly touched me in the sensual way my body is craving.
Dawning on him that commando is the choice tonight, his smile grows. “You’re not wearing any panties?” Biting my lip and shaking my head, his pupils dilate as his breath grows heavier. Heat radiates from his body as his control visibly slips.
There was no time to change completely, plus panty lines with dresses are a no-go so I opted for none. I wasn’t exactly planning for his hands to discover this particular wardrobe choice on our first intentional date, but at this point it’s a welcomed bonus.
“My sweet, beautiful Andie, you have no idea how much I want this.” Deepening his kiss with a level of primal passion that causes my body to react, pressing closer, desperate to feel more of him.
The need is apparent, the craving to have him inside of me has the wait becoming unbearable.
I find myself pressing against him hoping for some sort of relief from the ache that’s pulsing between my legs.
My hesitation flares for a split second and I find myself pulling away, “Spencer I—” I only get a few words in before his lips are right back on mine. Silencing any judgement running through my mind. Without a single word from him I can tell where this is leading. And I’m more than happy to follow.
Fuck it.
All control is gone. That disappeared the minute I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips. Lifting me off the counter he carries me into my bedroom, and I realize I’m mere minutes away from getting exactly what I want. Or better yet what my body is screaming for.
“Do you want this? Tell me you want this.” His whispers in my ear have me undone, as I feel myself already dripping down the sides of my legs. The shivers running down my spine from the heat of his voice go straight to my core.
“Yes! God, yes.” Clawing at his shirt to fully expose the beauty of him, I see him pause. My gut wrenches. He fucking paused, did he change his mind? Does he not want me?
“Spencer? Why’d you stop? What is it?”
“Shit I didn’t plan for this to happen. I don’t have any protection. I’m sorry we need to stop.” No hesitation from me, I want this. I need this—I need him, and now.
“Please don’t, I’m clean I promise and I’m on birth control so . . . please don’t stop.”
“Are you sure? If you aren’t sure, we can stop.”
I love that he’s so concerned with consent and safety, total gentleman points, but if he keeps being noble right now, I might actually combust.
“I’m sure, for the love of god, I’m so fucking sure.”
Without another word, he tosses me on the bed, laying me out like a feast he’s been dying to devour. His shirt comes off, displaying his deliciously sculpted muscles and a small patch of hair trailing down his V-shaped body that disappears below his pants.
My focus is solely on him removing his belt. My eyes track the movement of his fingers as he undoes the button and lets his pants fall to the ground. I know he sees me lick my lips while taking in every inch of him. My temperature soars with the need to have him fill me with his cock.
The scent of him mixing with sweat and desperation for my touch—it’s intoxicating. I cling to every memory, sight, smell, and touch to keep this replaying on a loop long after we finish.
His hands roam my body as he crawls in between my legs.
The brush of his chest against mine has a desperate moan escaping my mouth.
The sound surprises me with its frantic need.
He continues tracing patterns across my skin, each movement making every cell in my body feel alive, and I never want this to end.
Exploring his way down my body at a torturous pace, he gently taps my clit, creating an unbearable ache. I have to shift my hips, hoping to keep contact and pressure on that spot, while small whimpers and begging fill the room.
“You’re dripping for me, baby. God damn—you look so fucking good.” He growls against my neck, his voice rough with restraint. “So fucking perfect.”
Another moan comes out when he slides a finger inside me. “Spencer, I need—I need you now . . . please.”
“Not yet, Sweetheart. I want to watch you fall apart on my fingers first.” Grinding my hips to keep friction is pointless, he won’t relent to my pleas.
Instead, he teases me further, adding another finger and curling them upwards on that perfect spot, his pace quickening until I’m crying out his name, my orgasm ripping through me.
“Look at the mess you made Sweetheart,” he says as I pant, trying to catch my breath and calm my body that is trembling from the aftershock. Blinking, I come back to reality from the high, watching him slowly move his fingers in and out, enjoying his handiwork.
“I’m not done with you yet. I want to feel you come around my cock this time.” My eyes widen leaving my mouth gapping open from his words.
What the hell? Again? It might kill me. But what a hell of a way to go.
“Oh, I’m sure your mouth would look so good wrapped around my cock, but it will have to wait.
Tonight’s for you.” He winks at me, making me realize I’m lying there with my mouth wide open from shock.
I quickly close it, but he has no idea his words are leaving me more unhinged than before, ready for him to take me.
Disappointment washes over me when he removes his fingers from my pussy to grip the base of his cock.
He coats it with my arousal, slowly stroking it, while taking in the sight of me.
Lining up to slide inside me, that first thrust he takes hits a wall of pleasure.
Months without sex will do that, and Spencer must sense how good it feels since his eyes close, savoring the feel of each drive into me.
The second and third thrusts have me beginning my out-of-body experience from sexual pleasure.
Each time, he’s getting harder and deeper, sending me closer to the free fall of another orgasmic bliss.
“Fuck, Andie, you feel so good.”
Yep, I’m standing right there on the edge, just a little more and I will gladly welcome the fall.
“Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop, fuck Spence,” I plead as my head falls back, allowing me to lose myself with him.
Escaping all problems. I only have to enjoy this single moment.
His lips meet mine, making the sensation of him inside of me intensify.
His speed quickens as his cock somehow hardens more, trying to reach his own peak.
So close, he’s so close I can feel it, and I want every last drop of him. He reaches down with one hand to rub little circles on my clit as we continue to meet each other thrust for thrust.
I’m fucked . . . Entering into a relationship with caution is entirely out of the question, there is no going back now.
The moment I feel the pressure against me, followed by that little pinch of my swollen bud, I shatter completely. “Oh—oh my god. right there,” I cry out as my orgasm tears through me, consuming every last drop of energy I have.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my body bowing off the bed, legs shaking from the intensity.
I’m using everything I have to keep from completely collapsing, my pussy clenching so hard it has a vice grip around him allowing me to feel every ridge of his cock while he continues to reach his peak.
“Oh god Spencer! Yes!” I scream for him, too far gone to care who might hear as I completely drench his cock in my juices with his release following.
Leaving both of us completely spent and exhausted.
“Fuck Andie, that was incredible,” he says as he slides beside me on the bed. Not ready to let this end, I find myself curling up with my head on his arm. My fingers drift up and down his stomach, and I savor the way his muscles twitch under my touch.
When my breathing finally returns to normal, a small panic rises with the thought of what this means.
I just slept with someone who isn’t Cody.
I should feel guilty, shouldn’t I? But lying here with Spencer, lying in his arms, it feels .
. . right. Like my heart is at peace, and something a bit scarier lies deep within me, something like hope.
Maybe my heart isn’t as permanently broken as I thought.
We stay there, lost in the moment, until we drift to sleep from pure exhaustion, our limbs tangled together as if our bodies are reluctant to part even in sleep.