“I’m just fucking with you, I’m happy for you guys. Feels like it’s been a long road, but I’m happy for you, man.” He says as he grabs his bass out of the bottom bunk.
“Thanks man,” I say with a nod. “She’s it for me, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know,” he replies with a smile. We both take our instruments to the table where Bristol is sitting. Her hands are moving in rhythm when we sit down, and she’s rereading the lyrics again.
“Ready?” I ask, and they both nod. I take the couch, and Boston takes the seat across from her. Boston spins the pad of paper around for him to read, and I sit back and watch as he reads the lyrics over and over again. His eyes get a little more misty with each pass, and I know the feeling. The lyrics are like a punch to the heart, with a side ass whooping of memories. He exhales loudly, clearly frustrated that he’s getting emotional. Boston isn’t really one to show much emotion, especially in front of other people, but the lyrics hit home in a way that it’s impossible not to feel them in your soul.
“Okay.” He says finally. “I’m ready if you are.”
Chapter 31 Bristol
It’s well after three in the morning by the time we wrap up the song, I’m exhausted and emotionally drained from singing the heart shattering lyrics over and over trying to perfect them. Andrew holds my hand as we walk down the small hallway leading to the back bedroom of the bus, and even though my mind is exhausted, my body is on fire. I’ve watched him sing for the past few hours, and every drop in voice has sent a zing to my insides. I’m surprised there wasn’t a wet spot where I was sitting after he basically growled the last part of the song. Watching him perform has always been a turn on for me, but tonight, I’m a needy mess, a soup sandwich of want.
“I’ve got my earplugs, don’t forget the condoms, kids.” Boston laughs as we make it to the small door.
“Worry about your earplugs,” Andrew says with a wink as he pushes us through the door. He closes the door behind him, and I can hear Boston’s laugh from the other side. As soon as the door clicks shut, I throw my shirt over my head, the nnnnncomes next, and within seconds, I’m completely naked standing in front of him.
“Someone’sanxious[1].” He smirks, taking his time to remove his belt. My patience is running thin enough right now that I could scream when he finally undoes the top button of his jeans. He reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt from his back, and my god, why is that so sexy? He could easily take it off like a normal person, but instead, he reaches behind him, and I bite my lip as another small gush of wetness hits my folds.
“Tell me what you want,” he says from the other side of the bed. He stands in a pair of black boxer briefs, and his body is on full display. I can see the outline of his hard cock against the fabric and moisture pools in my mouth. A line of dark hair sits below his navel, guiding my eyes to where they should be headed. His tattoos cover most of his upper body, and I can’t wait to inspect the ones he’s gotten since I’ve been gone, but right now, I need him inside me more than I need my next breath. Which sounds dramatic, I know, but I’m panting as I watch him run his thumb across the waistband of his briefs.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He growls, his focus shifting from my body to my face and then back to my exposed body.
I lift my knee and climb up onto the bed, the height of the bed helping the height difference between us. I walk on my knees towards him with a seductive smile on my lips. I know what I want, but I want to hear what he wants because right now he could ask for anything he wanted, and I’d give it to him. When I get close enough to touch him, I run my hand up his chest to the side of his neck. My touch causes goosebumps to scatter across his skin, and I love that I have such a visceral effect on him. With my palm on his neck, I pull him forward and press my cheek to his, his skin is warm against mine, and I revel in the contact for a moment.
“Tell me what you want. Anything you want.” I whisper into the shell of his ear, and a shiver runs down his spine.
“I want to wear your thighs as earmuffs while I eat your pussy until you don’t even know your name.” He whispers back, and this time, I shiver from his words. “And then, I want to push my cock into your tight wet slit so deep that you’ll feel me in your lungs, baby. I swear to god I won’t stop until your whole body is a shaking, quivering mess. You’re probably going to cry, but that’s okay, I’ll lick your tears.” His words send another pool of wetness between my legs, and I can feel my juices coating my thighs.
I move to the center of the bed, and my head hits the pillow behind me as I lay back. I place my arms behind my head and watch as Andrew stalks towards me like a lion getting ready to devour a gazelle. His eyes are fixed on me as he lays down like a sniper. He grabs both my thighs and rests them on his shoulders. He inhales through his nose as his face hovers over my center, and I want to cover my eyes as self consciousness riddles through me.
“You smell fucking delicious.” He rasps, his breath hitting my exposed sex causes a shiver to run through me.
“My breath made you quiver, can you imagine what my tongue is going to do?” He asks as he places open mouth kisses along my inner thighs. I move my arm over my face as the anticipation creeps up. He bites my thigh lightly, and I move my arm away from my face.
“Eyes on me, baby, always on me.” I nod because, what else am I supposed to do? “Good girl.” He says and runs his tongue along my folds. Using his index finger and thumb, he spreads my lips and swirls his tongue against my clit, over and over again. My breathing hitches as he continues his assault against the bundle of nerves. My nipples tighten almost painfully, and my lower stomach muscles start to tighten as I get closer to the edge. My hands find my breasts as I try to calm some of the sensation. It’s too much, feeling what he’s doing to me and watching what he’s doing to me is a heady combination. His tongue changes course and is now making wave-like motions against me. It feels so good I have no idea how long I’ll be able to hang on.
Two of his fingers find my entrance and with his palm up, he moves them inside me in a come here motion. He strokes my inner walls with his fingers while his tongue does devious things to my clit, and I have to watch him do it. My thighs start to shake, an indicator of my impending orgasm, and my entire body tightens as euphoria rolls through me from my head to my toes. My thighs close around his head on their own accord, I can’t stop them. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me as Andrew continues to move his tongue and fingers in tandem, pulling me further into the abyss.
Three orgasms later, I’m a wet noodle against the bed, my body is covered in sweat, and my poor lady bits are overstimulated to the point that I had to push Andrew’s face away. I’ve been trying to catch my breath for over a minute, and my body shakes uncontrollably as the aftershocks wreck me.
“Told you.” He smirks from above me, his chin and cheeks are covered in my arousal, and the visual is absolutely stunning. I want to snap a picture of him like this, aroused and needy with proof of my satisfaction smeared across his face. “Ready?” He asks as his fist works his hard cock, a small bead of precum forms against the ball at the tip as his hand moves up and down. I nod because words are hard right now. My inability to talk makes him chuckle under his breath as runs the tip through my folds. The piercing grazes my clit and sends an jolt through my already sensitive sex. Without warning, he thrusts all the way into me, my channel burns from the stretch as he bottoms out.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He hisses through his teeth. His eyes close briefly as he gives my body a moment to acclimate to his size. When he pulls almost all the way out with only the tip still inside me, he looks down at where our bodies meet before he thrusts forward again, filling me completely.
“Ooooooh shit.” I moan, the sound loud enough to echo off the thin walls of the bedroom. He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened peak, and when his teeth bite down softly, I’m a goner. His thrusts become quicker, his hips pistoning in and out of me, and I climb higher and higher towards release.
“Right there! Don’t stop.” I shout as he throws my leg over his shoulder. The change in position allows him to push deeper inside of me, and with one last delicious scrape of his piercing, I fall apart. My entire body tenses, and my body pulses with more shakes.
“Jesus,” he says as his thrusts become erratic. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, and I welcome the show. Andrew’s orgasm face is easily the hottest expression I’ve ever seen, so when his mouth opens and his eyes flutter closed, I tense my muscles effectively tightening my walls around him. Bliss takes over his face as his cock twitches inside me. Taking his face with both of my hands, I pull him into my lips. I kiss him hard as his orgasm pulls him further into euphoria.
When we finally break the kiss and a long shiver leaves his body, I smile up at him.
“I love you.” I say, the words leaving me before I even had a moment to think about it, but I mean it. I love him with everything I have.
His face softens, and an almost shocked look crosses his face. I’m sure he’s shocked that I said it first.
“I love you too.” He says, his lips meeting mine again, and I smile against them. “Forever, babe.”