Strum

Strum: Quatre

Quatre

"Andrew, you're so cute," I giggled, running my fingertip down his chest.

"You need to have some water and rest a little, baby girl."

"It turns me on when you call me that."

Andrew bent down a little bit and slid an arm behind my thighs and his other arm on my back, lifting me up into his arms. He carefully sat down on the sand, still holding me in his arms and smiled at me. "You're beautiful," he whispers.

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks and mentally face palmed myself when I realised I was blushing. But I was drunk. I didn't give a fuck. I slid one hand down to his pants.

"Do you want me?" I questioned, placing my lips against his neck.

"Morgan, you're extremely drunk," he chuckles, sliding my hand away.

"So what? Let loose, right?" I started sucking on his neck and felt something hard press against the side of my thigh.

Ding.

"M-Morgan," he whispers, his voice a little more high pitched than usual. "Stop."

"But I want you, Andrew, I want your body," I smiled against his neck and pulled his shirt away from his shoulder, placing kisses all along it. I quickly looked up at Andrew and noticed that his eyes were half closed.

"We barely know each other," he reminded me.

"Good thing I'd like to get to know you a lot more then," I slurred. I slid my hand back down to his pants and lightly ran my hand over his boner.

"Oh fuck," he whispered, resisting his urge to moan.

"What are you two up to?" Laurel called out, running towards us, hand in hand with Daz as usual.

I giggled and quickly squeezed Andrew's boner, running my hand back up his chest. "Fucking hell Morgan," he whispers, clearing his throat. "Just sitting here," he replies casually.

"Yeah, just," I snickered, burying my face into his shirt.

"She's really wasted," Andrew chuckled nervously. I could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed.

"Lies!" I mumbled.

"Lets take her home. She only lives up the street," Laurel watched me cautiously and frowned a little. I looked back at her and smiled.

"Alright," Andrew agreed. He lifted me back into his arms and quickly started walking ahead of Daz and Laurel, probably afraid of them seeing him hard.

"Which one is her house?" Daz asked.

"The yellow one," Laurel said. I pointed at my house and Andrew started walking up the pathway. Laurel lifted the doormat and pulled the spare key out from under it and unlocked the door.

"Stay with me tonight," I looked up at Andrew and tugged on his shirt.

"Morgan, Andrew has to go back home with Daz," my best friend smirked. I stuck the middle finger up at her and Andrew placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Where's your room baby girl?"

"Down the hallway," I said, pointing at my bedroom door. He walked down the dark hallway and opened the door to my bedroom, placing me on my bed.

"I'll stay here with you tonight, only because I'm scared you'll do something stupid."

"You don't think I can look after myself?" I raised my eyebrows at him. He looked at my body and bit his lip.