One Shots

A Creature Is Stirring II

Andy arches a brow at me, his lips forming an impish grin. "Is that so?" he asks. He grabs my hand before leading me to the stairs.

We start to climb up. His thumb is rubbing circles on my knuckles and the action is comforting. He glances at me before murmuring, "You're gonna' have to be quiet."

The nervous tension I'd felt from getting caught has dissipated, but his words cause a similar stirring deep in my belly. I know what he said is true, but hearing it aloud somehow makes it naughtier. I'm sure he's probably thinking about not waking his parents downstairs, but I'm thinking about all the things he's gonna' do that'll make it hard to be quiet.

When we step into our room, he shuts the door behind us. The lamp on his nightstand is on, reminding me that we didn't turn the one downstairs off, but his arm wrapping around my waist is more than enough to dispel the thought. We walk together towards the four-poster bed before he pulls me around to face him. I wrap my arms around his neck. Wordlessly, he leans into my awaiting lips and kisses me again. His eyes are already shut when our mouths meet.

Andy feels like he's all over me, despite the fact that one of his hands is stationed on my hip. His other is pulling me to him, pressing me hard against his chest and barely allowing the room to breathe, not that I'd ask for it. His whole body is warm but I feel it most against his chest, and I can't help but touch it. His muscles feel tight under his skin. He shivers at my cool touch, but when he does he kisses me harder. My fingers slip across his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. His hand grabs mine and unsubtly places it against his erection, but I smile.

He's only half-hard, but that'll resolve itself in mere moments. As I stroke him outside of his pajamas, he pulls me harder against him so my pelvis rubs against his. His sex drive never ceases to surprise me, even after all these years. I feel him getting harder in my hand, his phallus growing some in length as it stiffens. When he opens my mouth with his and forces his tongue in, I push past the band of his pajama bottoms. He's warm here, too.

A groan falls from Andy's lips, and I smile at the sound. He can't focus on kissing me anymore, instead clinging to me as if I'd float away. His eyes are shut tight when I look at him, his eyebrows low. I lean into his neck, placing a few kisses before finding that spot beneath his ear he loves me to suck on. His fingers on my hip dig in.

"Baby," he groans.

"Hmm?" I hum against the column of his throat.

"Get on your knees," he commands softly.

I don't need to be told twice. I pull away from his throat but he catches my mouth with his again, his breathing labored. His lips are forceful, claiming mine like they'd never kissed a man before him. When we pull away our eyes meet. His are half shut, from being tired or horny I can't tell, but either way it's one of the hottest visions I've ever seen. I hold eye contact as I drop to my knees in front of him. He braces himself against one of the posts of our bed as I start to pull his pajama bottoms off. His erection falls forward, spry as ever. I take it in my hand again, feeling how warm and thick it is. Andy's eyes shut again but only for a moment. He forces them open to watch me; he always wants a show.

"C'mon," he pleas.

I can't help but smile as I stroke a few more times, but I oblige him quickly and take him into my mouth. His body responds by lurching forward, trying to force himself down my throat. I almost let him, but I've always been better at being a tease. Instead I move with him, keeping only the crown of his erection in my mouth, and he curses in response. I stroke while doing so, loving the game I play. He's already tired of it, though.

Andy's hand is on the back of my head and he forces me down. I nearly choke, smiling when I feel him at the back of my throat. He lets me back up for air, loosening his grip, but I don't use the opportunity. Instead I go back down, trying to gag again. He isn't expecting my reaction and his hips buck, this time successfully making me choke. I pull away, stroking with my hands as a tear falls from the corner of my eye. His fingers tangle in my hair and he makes me look up at him. He's panting already, his hair messily falling around his face and his eyes hard to see in the soft light.