The Fighter

Chapter 9

|Andy|

"Andy, we should go to the party."
"I couldn't give two shits. Doctor Who is on and I missed a few week because of fights."
"Andy–"
"I AM WATCHING DOCTOR WHO NO EXCEPTIONS." It had been three weeks since Simon had taken me to his training space. We seemed to understand each other better, and we'd been acting suspiciously like a couple.
"Are you really that insistent on watching Doctor Who?"
"Yes."
"Fine, go find a blanket." A ran up to my room and grabbed the biggest one possible. We caught up on the episodes I'd missed. The new episode was really intense and I was so in to it.
"Andy. Andy. Andy..." I ignored him for the time being, hoping he'd stop. I thought he did. Until I felt a set of very long and slightly cool fingers inside my trousers.
"Simon, what the–" I pushed his hand away, turning my focus back to the show.
"Andy, I've got a hard on."
"And that's my problem because?"
"You're my host, you make sure I'm comfortable."
"Go find some lotion and fix it then. 12 noooooo." He picked me up from the couch carrying me out of the room.
"Andy, you're the reason I've got this...situation. Help me."
"Ew, no."
"Andy."
"Allons-y!" I darted away, running back towards the other room. I jumped on the couch, curling up into the blanket.
"I keep forgetting how adorable you are." Simon got me to move long enough to get the blanket out from underneath me, then he sat down with me on his lap. After a while, he started running his hand up and down my leg.
"Andy, can you lay down for me?" I looked at him funny, but turned and laid down. He tugged my shorts down, surprising me a bit and causing me to jump a bit.
"What are you doing?"
"Andy, you're so innocent, and around the kind of people that are at those fights, they'll take advantage of you."
"So, wha-what are you going to do?" He slowly pulled my underwear down my legs and bent his head down to kiss up my inner thigh.
"Are you okay with this?"
"Well, um, I'd really rather not...you know..."
"Okay, we won't but...this is okay?" His tongue streaked across the folds of my feminine region, earning a shocked gasp from me. He had me almost in fits before he was done. My body was tight and he knew he had me exactly where he wanted me.
"Andy, I need you to cum at some point."
"I, uh..." He hummed against me and it felt like a hurricane erupting in my tummy. My hips bucked upwards, but Simon held them down.
"You did so well, baby." He sat back and pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. I could feel just how hard he was, but I didn't make any indications that I did. "I should finally get this out of the way. I want to date you, Andy. No more other girls. No more questioning what's going on."
"Okay."
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"What do you think it is?"
"I'm hoping it's a yes. I'm low enough to use my tongue again if it'll make you say yes."
"It already was a yes."
"Damn, you tasted good though, baby."
"I'm not sure if I should be happy or slightly disgusted." He leaned in to kiss me and I leaned back so he couldn't. "I'm not kissing you until you brush your teeth."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, there should be and extra toothbrush upstairs in my bathroom." He was gone a suspiciously long time, but I let it go. He came back with a huge grin on his face and he was carrying something behind his back.
"So, what are these for?" He dropped a box of condoms in my lap. I blushed and wanted to hide.
"My parents got them a while ago since they're gone all the time. I think they expected I'd do something since they're gone all the time."
"That would explain why the box hasn't been opened."
"Yeah."
"We could open it."
"Simon–"
"Not tonight, Andy. I know not tonight."