What Her Dad Doesn't Know(16)

Once I finally feel comfortable with Andrew inside of me again, I start rocking against his body. I’m gripping onto his cock, riding him slow at first, then hard and fast. Andrew’s large hands hold onto my hips tight. It’s going to leave bruises, but I don’t care, because he’s using it as leverage to slam up into me. I’ve never been on top before. I’ve always been too nervous to display my body so completely in front of a guy. But Andrew makes me feel like a sex goddess, beautiful and natural and strong. He lifts a hand up to my bouncing breasts, cupping them and pinching the nipple lightly. I moan in sheer ecstasy.

Sweat beads across my skin as I move over Andrew, rocking my whole body against his. I’m moving faster and faster now, my breath becoming shallow as our bodies smack together. I want to drive him deep inside of me, riding him frantically as his cock hits that sweet spot again and again and I come. My back arches as pleasure rips through me, and I cry out his name. I’m seeing glittering stars in my vision, and I have to take deep breaths as Andrew holds onto me and fucks me, hard thrusts that surges my orgasm to the top again and again.

Finally he releases me, releasing his seed deep within me. I collapse down on top of that broad heaving chest of his, hearing the thudding drumbeat of his heart. I bury my nose against his neck, smelling the musky scent of our love making. Everything feels so good and right in the world. My pussy is overflowing, and the liquid trickles down to pool between us. I’m going to need Plan B and birth control for sure.

Andrew curls an arm around my back, holding me close. He whispers something soft in my ear, but I’m so tired that I miss it. My eyes close, and the next time I open them again, the sun has shifted. It’s no longer the golden glow of early morning.

“What time is it?” I ask sleepily.

“Almost noon,” Andrew replies. His voice is just as drowsy as mine, and his eyes are closed.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Sure did. You looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb you. Plus, it just feels right having you there on me. Like you were made for me.”

I feel a warm glow of happiness from his words, and I want to stay, but the practical side of me is rushing ahead, thinking about how I have class and essays and work. I’m already going to be late as it is, and that’s if I hop into the shower and skip going home to change.

“I have to go,” I say at last.

“I want to see you again.”

He’s serious. I blink and look back at him. His eyes are searching mine, and I can see the hope in them. I don’t know what we have, but if he wants to explore this, then so do I.

“Me too,” I say softly. “But I do have to go home. I still live with my parents remember? They’re going to know something’s up if I don’t go back. And I have school.”

Andrew shakes his head, his golden hair flopping in front of his eyes. I brush it out of his way, an intimate gesture that I couldn’t imagine doing just a day before.

“I forget that you’re so young still,” he says. “It doesn’t feel like it when we’re together.”

“Not that young,” I argue. I know he’s thinking about the age difference between us and if this was the right thing to do. “I’m old enough to vote and drink. That means I’m old enough to make my decisions about my own life.”

He still looks unconvinced and I wonder if he’s wrestling with the guilt of betraying his best friend. We got so caught up in the moment, but now the idea of leaving his apartment and returning to reality is bringing back the guilt. I don’t want to hurt my dad, and I know that he’d be shocked and angry by what Andrew’s done. But this isn’t a problem we have to solve right now.

“Anyways,” I say, propping my head on my arm, “I’ll be back soon. After work maybe? I only have the early evening shift. You can pick me up. Make sure that nothing happens to me.”

I smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit. But Andrew just sits up straighter and frowns.

“You’re not going back to that place, Noelle” he says.

“I have to Andrew. I need a job to pay for tuition.”

As much as it sucked, that job is the only way I could make school work. I’d be more careful this time, and maybe pick up some self defence moves too. I wasn’t going to let myself get caught off guard again. No way.

“Not anymore. You’ve been hired to be an intern at my company.”

“I have?” I say, surprised. “I haven’t even been interviewed.”

He puts a hand on his chest and gives me a playful smile.

“I interviewed you all night. And I think you’re fucking perfect for it. You can start today.”