Authors: Hazel Kelly
Chapter 53: Andi
Shane
and I were chilling on the couch when Izzy came down the hall looking fresh faced
with her overnight bag packed and ready. She sat down in the chair by the end
of the couch and looked back and forth between us.
"What?"
I asked, looking at Shane beside me and then back at her.
She
shrugged. "You guys are kind of cute together-”
I
smiled.
"If
I let myself forget who you are for a second."
I
rolled my eyes.
"You
better get used to it," Shane said.
Izzy
clasped her hands. "I'm trying. Trust me."
"When
do you have to be back at school?" I asked.
Izzy
glanced at the clock on the wall. "I'm giving a girl from one of my
classes a ride back at noon," she said. "She's meeting me back at the
frat house so I probably shouldn't keep her waiting."
"We
should leave now then," I said, rising to my feet.
Izzy
shook her head. "You guys are good. I'll say good bye here and text you
when I get home."
I
furrowed my brow. "Are you sure? We're happy to walk you-"
"Really,
it's fine. As amusing as it is for me to watch you guys try and keep your hands
to yourselves, I think I’ll leave you to it."
I
pursed my lips.
"I'm
too young to be an aunt, though, so please use protection."
I
cocked a hip. "Jeez, we're not that bad."
"Preferably
two types," she added.
"Well-"
Shane set his hands on his knees and stood up. "Now that you've spoken
your mind, I'd like to request that you never ever reference that aspect of our
relationship again. Otherwise, I'll consider it an invitation to speak freely
and in great detail about the exact-"
I
squeezed my eyes shut.
Izzy
clamped her hands down over her ears and starting humming “The Song That Never
Ends.”
I
laughed. "I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that we all
still turn into children around each other."
Izzy
craned her neck forward. "Further proof that we aren't ready to have them,
don't you think?"
Shane
raised a finger at her. "This is your final warning,
Iz
."
"Okay,
okay," she said, lifting her palms in concession. "The topic of
whatever you guys do behind closed doors is officially off the table."
Shane
folded his arms. "Good."
"Assuming
you lock said doors going forward."
I
felt my cheeks burn. "Sorry about that again."
"It's
fine," she said. "Two minutes earlier and I'd probably be in therapy right
now, but as long as we’ve all learned from the close call-"
"We
have," I said.
"Excellent."
She stood up. "In that case, I only have a few more requests."
I
raised my eyebrows.
"I
want you both to promise me three things," she said, pointing a finger
back and forth between us.
"Go
on," I said, stepping beside Shane so we were shoulder to shoulder.
"Promise
you won't hurt each other."
"I
promise," we said in unison.
She
bent over and pulled her shoes on without taking her eyes off us. "Promise
you'll never take each other for granted."
I
glanced at him. "You have my word."
"And
lastly-" She yanked her high ponytail with both hands so it tightened
against her head. "Promise that we’ll always be best friends first, above
all."
Shane
nodded. "You got it."
"Good,"
she said. "I think those things- along with my agreeing to remain ignorant
about the finer points of your relationship- will go a long way to making sure this
never gets weird."
"That's
very thoughtful of you," I said, pulling her into a hug.
She
squeezed me tight.
"It
really means a lot to me that you're okay with this."
"Me
too," Shane said, his arms closing around both of us.
We
stood there like that for a moment, and I swear I felt so cocooned by warmth
and love I thought tears might spill down my cheeks.
"Are
you sure we can't walk you back?" I asked when we'd all taken a step back.
"Positive,"
Izzy said. "I'll see you guys at Thanksgiving break."
"We'll
pick you up," Shane said, opening the door. "If your schedule gets
out at the same time."
"Sounds
good," she said. "Give my love to Steph."
Izzy
hugged Shane one more time and then disappeared down the hall.
As
soon as she was out of sight, I closed the door and turned towards Shane
.
"I'm glad that's over," I said, dropping my shoulders.
"Over?"
He raised his eyebrows and slipped his hands around my waist. "I'm pretty
sure this is only the beginning." He pulled me to him.
"Thank
you," I said, laying a hand on his chest.
“For
what?”
"For
whatever you said to her before she came over."
He
leaned his face down and rested his forehead against mine. "You don't need
to thank me. But if you insist, I have a few good ideas for how you might
try."
I
tilted my head back and pressed my lips to his.
"And
don't forget the blueberry bagels," he said, leaning his hips against
mine. "There must be a reward I can collect for remembering those."
A
coil of warmth tightened inside me. "I’ll do just about anything for those
blueberry bagels."
"Careful
now. I'll hold you to that."
"Did
you see Steph this morning?" I asked. "Do you know if she's gone out
or-"
"She's
going to be sleeping all day."
I
furrowed my brow. "Really? Did she say that?"
"She
did, yeah. When she got home this morning."
"This
morning?"
"Around
the time I arrived," he said. "In a little red dress that- if I
recall correctly- looked really good on the chair in my room."
"Damn,"
I said, running a hand through my hair. "She must've had the night of her
life."
"Let's
go have the day of ours," he said, lifting me by the waist.
I wrapped
my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips.
"Before
I collect my thank
yous
right here on your welcome
mat."
I
smiled into his neck as he carried me to my room and locked the door behind us
without setting me down.
Then
he sat on the edge of the bed and held my waist so I could lean back and look
at him, my body temperature rising as I felt him swell beneath me.
"God
there are so many ways I want you," I whispered. "I don't even know
where to start."
"Then
let me," he said, laying me on my back. He lowered himself over me and
opened my mouth with his, swirling his tongue around mine.
My
feet dangled off the edge of the bed, and I felt like I was floating as he slid
his big hands up under my loose tank top and dropped his lips to my neck.
I
grabbed the bottom of his shirt and dragged it up so I could admire the way his
muscles moved over me, and he stopped touching my body just long enough to pull
it off over his head.
A
moment later, I felt his warm breath on my chest, and my nipples puckered for
his attention.
By
the time his thick fingers found the zipper on my pants, my insides were
already flooded with anticipation.
I
lifted my head just in time to see him sink to his knees at the side of the bed,
dragging my shorts and underwear down with him.
And
when he draped my thighs over his shoulders and licked my wet heat, I dropped
my head back and dug my fingers into the comforter beneath me.
Her
body was going crazy for me.
Each
curl of my tongue seemed to work her into a deeper frenzy, and from time to
time, I'd feel her thighs come together around my head, locking my face between
them as she writhed with pleasure.
And
she tasted like candy- like those big bags she used to get at the movie theatre
that always cost a fortune because even the most disciplined moviegoer gets
greedy in their presence.
And
in this case, I was no different.
I
couldn't get enough, and I was determined to give her one of those slow build
orgasms, one that would sneak up on her for ages until she felt like she'd been
dangling over the brink for an eternity.
Then
I'd let her come forever, right down my throat while I savored the taste of her
on my tongue.
I
swear the only thing I wanted more than making her full of me was to be full of
her pleasure.
And
as her hot little hips squirmed against my face, I became increasingly
confident that we were both going to get exactly what we wanted.
"Oh
god Shane," she breathed. "I'm going to come."
I
suppressed my smile and kept licking her swollen bud. She'd been telling me she
was going to come for five minutes and from the amount of silk dripping down my
throat, she'd already started.
She
groaned and tilted her hips up, as if her body was trying to give her a break.
But
I had other plans.
"It's
too much," she said. "I can't stop coming."
I
sank my fingers into her hips and held her still.
"Shane-"
my name was a whispered secret on her lips.
And
then her body shook like someone had a given her a shock, and she let out a
moan that never seemed to end.
I
fucked her orgasm with my tongue, splashing against her desire as she pulsed.
When
her clenching began to slow, I reached down, undid my pants, and stood straight
up so her legs stayed flat against my chest.
"I
want in on this," I said, guiding the tip of my aching dick to her wet
slit.
She
inhaled sharply through parted lips, and I sank inside her tight heat.
She
moaned as I drove against her center, causing vibrations in my dick that
traveled up to the back of my neck.
"You
feel so good," she said, looking at me through half closed eyes.
I
grabbed her ankles and tried to control my speed, but between fucking her and
having her taste on my lips, I was so worked up a firehose couldn’t have held
me off.
Her
hips were off the bed as I pounded her, the slap of my balls the only sound in
the room besides her panting.
Meanwhile,
as I stared at her gorgeous body on the bed, I forgot how to breathe.
I
kept thrusting into her, though, looking between her parted lips, her bouncing
tits, and my slick cock disappearing inside her.
"Don't
stop," she pleaded.
I lost
the feeling in my legs.
She
craned her head up to watch for a second, and I swear I got even harder.
I
bent over and slid my hands under her lower back, lifting her just enough that
I could slide her farther onto the bed. Then I rolled onto my side and pinned
one of her legs under my top arm.
She
looked at me, her eyes searching mine.
The
pressure in my dick was so great I started to worry I might pass out before I
released my charge inside her.
Andi
lifted a hand and laid it against my jaw, her shiny eyes still on me.
I
came that second, deep and hard, watching her face as I pumped her hot center
full of everything I had.
And
when my aching need was finally relieved- my craving for release finally
satisfied- I stopped moving and tried to catch my breath.
She
dropped her eyes and dragged a finger across my bottom lip. "I didn't know
I could come that long."
One
side of my mouth curled up, making me aware of how serious and focused my
expression must've been before.
She
squeezed her raised leg around me and pulled me close. "Don't pull out
yet," she whispered. "I can still feel you throbbing."
"Your
wish is my command."
She
laughed. "I could get used to this."
"Me
too." I ran a hand over her smooth thigh, pulled her against me, and
admired the pink flush on her cheeks.
"What?"
she asked.
"Nothing."
She
furrowed her brow. "You just made a face. I saw it."
"No
I didn't."
She
craned her neck up. "Shane."
I sighed.
"Tell
me."
"I
just… I’ve never felt like this about someone, and I don't know what the fuck
I'm doing."
Little
creases sprang up around her eyes.
"Which
is an odd sensation for me. I guess I feel out of my depth."
"Probably
because you're so deep inside me."
"An
interesting theory," I said. "But if that were the case, the feeling
would go away when I eventually pull out of you, and something tells me that
isn't going to happen."
She
grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it where we could both lay
our heads on it.
"Can
I tell you something?" she asked.
"Of
course."
"I
don't know what the fuck I'm doing either," she said, her voice soft.
"All I know is that I've never been happier and that I can't concentrate
on anything."
I
was relieved it wasn’t just me.
"I've
been keeping your picture in a drawer."
I
raised my eyebrows. "What?"
"Because
I can't breathe when I feel your eyes on me."
"Breathing
is overrated."
Half
her mouth curled into a smile. "So I'm beginning to realize."
"I
guess we'll have to figure it out together," I said. "Like we've
figured out everything else."
"Like
foursquare and snowmen and slow dancing and the egg drop and college
apps?"
I
nodded. "Exactly. I'm sure this relationship thing will be no different.
Someday we'll wonder what we were ever worried about."
She
licked her lips. "Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure."
"In
fourth grade, were you going easy on me in tetherball?"
I
smiled. "Of course not. You had mad skills."
"You
are so full of it."
"Actually,"
I said, glancing down at where we were joined. "I'm pretty sure you're the
one that's full of it."
"Touché,"
she said. "In which case, how do you feel about making this
official?"
"You're
seriously asking me now? When we're conjoined?"
"Would
you rather I release you first and-"
"No,"
I said, pulling her close. "It's fine. Of course it's official. Whatever.
I don't need labels. I just need you."
She
smiled.
"Though
I suppose the peace of mind might make it easier for me to concentrate. Craving
you has been doing my head in."
"I
know the feeling," she said. "Like I said, your picture's been in a
drawer."
I
lifted my head towards the shelf over her desk. "That one?"
"I
only put it back up so Izzy wouldn't suspect anything."
"That
was a great day," I said, laying my head back down.
"They've
all been great," she said, her eyes sparkling.
I
rocked my hips against her again, my dick nearly ready to spring back into
action. "Let's see if we can make this one our best yet."
She
laughed and gave me a kiss. "I can't think of anything I'd rather
do."