Chapter Twenty-Four

C hapter Twenty-Four

A rna

I guess foreplay wasn't on the cards tonight.

These meetings were getting spicier and spicier and while I was confident I would later cringe at my voracious responses, right now, with the perfect amount of wine floating through my system, I was more than ready.

"You underestimate me, Gloss." I stated, walking through the warm water towards him. "Surely you're used to women doing whatever it is you want." His eyes flickered between my own but he didn't utter a word, so I continued. "You know you don't need to dare me. For you – I'll happily take my clothes off. Especially if it means you get to see Barbara again."

His brows creased in confusion while mine remained neutral.

"Who's Barbara?" He asked, leaning back against the headrest. I took an intentionally slow sip of my drink and stepped away until I felt the ledge of the seat brush the back of my legs. Glancing towards the side of the spa, I placed my glass down and stepped up onto the seat which lined the entire tub. The water bubbled just below my knees and my skin prickled at the slight breeze grazing my wet body.

Reaching up to where my hair rested in a messy top knot, I removed the tie and let it fall down my back. Andy watched me closely, his expression darkening, enticing me to follow through. Feeling tipsy from the wine and drunk on the gaze of someone so sexy focused on me, I slowly pulled the cord of my bikini top and flipped it over my head.

His eyes widened for the briefest moment before he masked his reaction as I spread my legs a little wider, took the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms and pulled. The garment fell easily, hitting the water with a small splash. No longer able to hold my gaze, Andy's eyes fell, drinking in my now naked body.

"This," I said, pointing just below my hips, "Is Barbara."

He took one final pull of his drink and put the empty bottle on the side, pushed off the seat and stalked towards me. The only thing sexier than a soaking wet Andy, was a soaking wet Andy with a devilish grin on his face with his arousal clearly trying to force its way through his shorts.

"That is disturbing." He spoke, humour in his tone as his hands cuffed my ankles. "But fuck me, you are an aphrodisiac in the purest of form. Now are you completing your dare, or…"

I turned quickly, his hands slipping from my ankles as I gave him my back. Bending forward, I positioned my hands flat on the edge of the spa as requested and glanced back over my shoulder.

"Truth or dare?" I asked, as he boldly grabbed my ankles again and slowly traced circles up the inside of my legs. I closed my eyes for the briefest moment as he edged further up my thighs with his fingertips.

"Hmmm," his lips were now pressed to the back of my legs, the vibration causing me to shudder. "Truth."

The truth startled me. I was certain he would pick dare and if so, the libidinous direction I was going to be sending his mouth was due north of where he currently resided. But now, I took a moment to contemplate what, given this opportunity, I wanted to know about him. Not for the article – but because I wanted to understand him more as a person.

"Why did you refuse the Urban feature if I wasn't the one to work with you?" He stopped kissing my skin and I felt his forehead pause against my calf. Turning back, I looked down and if I wasn't so focused on him, I'm not confident I would have heard his voice over the sounds of the water.

"I'm not sure, honestly." His shoulders, which were just visible above the water line, lifted then fell with his admission. I was fast becoming used to the self-assured, charismatic Andy. Hell, I was even familiar with angry, wary Andy, however, the vulnerable, uncertain man before me was new.

Turning around entirely, I sank back down into the water, the warmth engulfing my skin as I spread my legs a little and Andy instinctively filled the space. Digging his fingers into my hips, he gently brought me to him. Looking at his face, all sense of the guarded man from a minute ago was long gone, his eyes now sparkling with hunger. I wanted to push him, to bury myself inside his brain and understand him, but sensing now was not the time I matched his playful demeanour and buried my face into his neck, breathing in what was fast becoming a comforting scent mixed with chlorine. Reaching around his neck, I held on tight as he moved us into the middle of the spa, cupping my backside and resting me on his thighs.

"Fuck, you smell good, woman. Like apples and cinnamon."

"New shampoo. I'm surprised you noticed." He peppered light kisses along my jaw, and I tipped my head back allowing him easier access. He moved his hands up my bare back, bringing them around to graze over my neck and into my hair. I rubbed his shoulders, feeling the rigid muscles courtesy of the hours he put in at the gym, and sighed.

He breathed into my hair and hummed, the sound reverberating through me and straight to my core.

"I notice everything about you." He whispered as he caged my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. "From the second I first saw you, I noticed everything." Did he mean from the very beginning, all those months ago, when I was a hungover, disorganised mess scrambling to interview him? Or was I overthinking his words?

His lips crashed onto mine silencing the questions bouncing around my head as his tongue countered my own. I locked my legs tighter, pulling myself into him as firmly as I possibly could. He was everywhere against my naked form, setting my already warm skin aglow.

But it wasn't enough. I tingled with need. A throb pulsing in all the best places.

Easily lifting me through the water, he sat himself back onto the seat and brought me across his lap, so I was straddling him.

I could feel how hard he was as I slid against him, shuddering as he grazed my most sensitive spot. I moaned at the feel of his cock and the thought that it was me who made him respond this way. This delicious football captain wanted me and holy shit if I didn't want him too. Maybe all those stilted, subpar dates were the universe telling me there was something good coming. That this guy, who was the antipode to bad dates, who was like a glass of water in the desert of my pathetic excuse for a love life, was on his way to find me.

Not to mention, it was hard to believe that someone could be this intelligent and elicit such a bone deep carnal response. In terms of sexual attraction, Andy was the undisputed champion, and I was suddenly desperate to feel him inside me.

Now.

Breaking the kiss, I looked at him, my hunger brazenly urging me forth.

"If you don't fuck me, I'm going to die." It was not lost on me that I felt no shame in telling him this when I had never been vocal with men before. It was also apparent that despite my confidence and precocious behaviour, he already had the potential to hurt me. An uneasy thought.

However, in this moment, there was nothing more important than feeling his skin on mine. I lifted myself higher onto my knees and grabbed at his shorts with a feverish intensity. Raising his hips, he manoeuvred them down his legs, and I lowered my eyes but the bubbles prevented me from getting a clear look. I hopped off him and used my index finger to beckon for him to meet me on his feet so I could shamelessly see him as I wanted.

"Jesus, woman." His eyes leered down my body in a lascivious manner, fuelling my already excessive self-assurance. For a brief second, I wasn't sure if he was going to follow and just before I caved, he flew at me, the water spilling over the edges from the sudden force of his movements. My breath left my chest in a puff as he lifted me out of the water and placed me on the edge of the spa. I gripped the sides to steady myself so I didn't fall backwards and before I realised his purpose, his face was between my legs and his name was leaving my mouth.

"Holy shit, Andy." I grabbed the back of his head with one hand, spreading my legs as wide as I possibly could. His prehensile tongue felt ethereal as he took my clit into his mouth and sucked, his hand moving up to spread me further.

"Oh my god." I threw my head back and closed my eyes, focused entirely on the pleasure which started and ended where he devoured me. My nipples pebbled as he snaked a hand up and over my stomach, taking one of my breasts in his hand and squeezing.

"This fucking pussy is all I can think about." His titillating words danced across my skin and swirled with the all too familiar feeling – a direct result of the way his tongue mapped my most sensitive part.

"Andy, if you don't stop I'm going to come already."

"Good. I have been starving for you my whole life. Now, come on my face." He pressed a finger inside me, quickly followed by another and took hold of my nipple with his other hand. My hips were moving of their own accord, desperate for the all-consuming feelings building deep in my core. I wanted to look at him, navigate his body with my eyes and appreciate the catalyst for the way my heart raced, but the bubbles still camouflaged my view. I'd never found pleasure without a visual, without the clear view of an attractive man, but this was beyond that. His touch was heat. It was simultaneously light and heavy – weighted everywhere. Just as I wondered how good it was going to feel to have him buried inside me, the familiar explosion ripped through me as I shattered against his tongue.

"Andy!" I screamed, certain the populous of Sydney would have heard my pleasure-soaked plea. He continued to lap at me as I shuddered through the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life.

Grabbing hold of his face, I pulled him away a little, my now too sensitive skin pulsing under his touch. When he looked up at me with a mischievous grin which lit his entire face, I felt my heart pinch.

"Mr. Gloss, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced."

"Come here." He commanded and his order sent goose bumps coursing over my skin and down my spine. Pushing off the edge of the spa, I lowered myself into the water, while the soft sounds of Lewis Capaldi entwined with the jets of the jacuzzi. We faced each other as the seconds ticked by, both of us lost in our thoughts. A post-climactic pleasure surging within as I searched his face for any insight into where his mind was.

"Back to the truth – it was meant to be. That's why I couldn't be interviewed by anyone else. It was meant to be you." He swiped his thumb across my lip in a move which felt subconscious. His honesty was jarring and after the moment we just shared I was mindful of that more than anything else. I searched for his non-existent smile or a sarcastic lilt in his eye, but sincerity was all I could see.

Did that mean he felt the indescribable pull too? The unspoken connection we appeared to share.

Too overwhelmed to speak, I met his mouth with my own, kissing him with everything I didn't know how to articulate. He responded instantly, pulling me back onto his lap and I quivered when I felt him still hard against my tender flesh.

He kissed down my neck in between heavy breaths, "What are you doing to me?" He whispered before sucking my lower lip into his mouth and I wondered the same. This heady insatiable need to have someone surely wasn't a given. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. The faint taste of beer lingered on his tongue and mixed with the bubbly remnants from my own as we tethered ourselves at the mouth. It was a glorious concoction, and I was suddenly ravenous. I couldn't recall a time where I spent this long kissing someone, but with Andy, I didn't think it would ever be enough.

Shifting my body back, I dipped my hand beneath the water and loosely took him in my grasp. His eyes widened hungrily before they drifted shut and he allowed his head to fall back.

His olive skin glistened against the chiaroscuro lighting, and he let out a low groan as I ran my hand down to the base of his hard cock.

Pausing at the tip, I used my thumb to trace a circle before moving back down. He blindly reached for me as I positioned him at my entrance, my hand still rising and falling gently.

"Fuck, give me a sec." He grumbled and I stubbornly raised my hips, refusing to move too far away. He lifted me easily and placed me on the ledge before I heard the faint rip of foil. When he spun around, he grabbed my hips and yanked me back onto his lap lining himself with my centre. It felt as though he was staring into my soul, a silent question in his eyes, and when I nodded he pulled me down and joined our bodies as one.

"Oh, Christ." I groaned, leaning into his neck as I adjusted to the full sensation. He stilled, obviously realising I needed a second and I felt his chest rising and falling against my own.

"Sorry, it's been a while." I apologised.

"God, you feel like nothing I've ever felt." He bit out, his teeth gritted. Bringing his hands up to frame my face, he kissed me so tenderly that the change of pace threw me. Pulling away, he rested his forehead against mine and I slowly began moving up and down. Anything to maintain both the physical and emotional feeling growing between us.

"I could come already." He ground out, still through clenched teeth.

"Don't." I panted into his mouth and I felt his lips twitch into a smile against my mouth. I basked in the warmth of the water along with the comforting pressure of his body and in that second I was certain I could die a happy woman. His hands held my hips and I moved slowly until any remnants of the initial discomfort were replaced with pure lust.

Reaching for the edge on either side of his head, I took hold and thrust against him at the perfect angle. He let me set the pace, watching me from beneath his hooded gaze.

"Oh my god, you feel soooooo good." I breathed, overwhelmed by the way having him inside me, while in his spa, was everything I never knew I needed. He feverishly kissed along my jaw before reaching up to take hold of my breasts. He licked at my nipple as I continued to ride him as if my life depended on it.

"These tits are fucking perfection." He said, gently tugging one of my nipples between his teeth sending a throb to my clit.

"Oh, that's hot." I confessed, thrusting my chest closer to his mouth. I continued controlling the tempo as his hands roamed. My whole body was on fire, skin tingling through to my bones as the pleasure intensified with every thrust. When he collared my neck, the dominance was intoxicating and sent me soaring over the precipice. Screaming unintelligibly as I reached my second climax of the night, he finally took control.

Grasping my hips harder, his thrusts became ferocious.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Arna." His gravelly voice vibrated against my ears, prolonging my climax.

Just as the sensation became too much, his face fell against my chest and my name left his lips in a muffled cry as Andy became lost to his own release.

We were both breathing hard, neither of us moving to untangle ourselves from what could only be described as desperate sex, and I could feel him twitching inside me courtesy of the last of his pleasure.

He raised his head and brought my chin down, pressing three consecutive kisses on my mouth. I ran my hands along the sides of his hair, watching the water droplets fly into the night as I took in his features.

"Next time, I'm going to bend you over that ledge and fuck you so hard you can't walk straight."

"Has anyone ever told you how romantic you are?" I replied and Andy barked a husky laugh. His post-sex voice reigniting my libido.

Before I greedily initiated anything else, I reached for him, whispering against his mouth.

"Truth or dare?"