Fifty shades of Beaumont // Randy

Chapter 14

'I'm going to take you from behind, Andy.'

Chapter 14: round two
Andy's point of view
{smut warning}

"I'd like to do that again." I whisper and Rye gazes at me through hooded eyes.

"Would you now, Mr. Fowler." He murmurs dryly. He leans down and kisses me very gently at the corner of my mouth. "Demanding little thing aren't you? Turn on your front."

I blink at him before I turn over. He runs his hand down my back to my behind.

"You really have the most beautiful skin." He murmurs. He shifts so that one of his legs pushed between mine, and he's half lying across my back. I can feel the buttons on his shirt pressing into me as he kisses my bare shoulder.

"Why are you wearing your shirt?" I ask. He stills. After a beat, he shuffeld out of his shirt, and he lies back down on me. I feel his warm skin on mine. Hmm... it feels heavenly.

"So you want me to fuck you again." He whispers in my ear, and he begins to place feather light kisses around my ear and down my neck. His hand moves down, skimming my waist over my hip, and down my thigh to the back of my knee. He pushed my knee up higher, and my breath hitches. He shifts so he's between my legs, pressed against my back, and his hand travel up my thigh to my behind. He caresses my cheek slowly, and then trails his fingers down between my legs.

"I'm going to take you from behind, Andy." He murmurs. And with his other hand he grabs my hair and pulls gently, holding me in place. I cannot move my head. I am pinioned beneath him, helpless.

"You are mine." He whispers. "Only mine. Don't forget it." His voice is intoxicating, his words heady, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my ass. His breath is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.

"You smell divine." He nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me. My hips start to circle at his touch, being impatient.

"Keep still." He orders, his voice soft but urgent. He slowly inserts his thumb inside me, rotating it round and round - the effect is mind blowing - all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.

"You like this?" He asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out, in, out. I close my eyes trying to keep my breathing under control. I moan again.

"You are so responsive. Oh Andy, I like that. I like that a lot." He whispers, I want to stiffen my legs but I can't move. He's pinnig me down, keeping up a constant, slow rhythm. I moan and he moves suddenly.

"Open your mouth." He commands and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly.

"See how you taste." He breathes against my ear. "Suck me, baby." His thumb pressed against my tongue, and my mouth closes round him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on his thumb. Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy hell is it erotic.

"I want to fuck your mouth, Andy, and I will soon." His voice is hoarse, raw, his breathing more disjointed.

Fuck my mouth? I moan and I bite down on him. He gasps, and he pulls my hair tighter, painfully so I release him.

"Naughty, sweet boy." He whispers, and then reaches over to my ass. "Stay still, don't move." He orders as he releases my hair.

I'm breathing hard, my blood pumping through my body. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. He's poised and ready to take me once more.

"We're going to go real slow this time, Andy." He breathes. And slowly he eases into me. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time. I groan again. And he deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and than eases his way back in. He repeats this motion again and again. It's driving me insane — his teasing, deliberatly slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.