Hey Red

It had been months since I'd seen Andrew. He was still asleep when I left the morning after that tragic date, if you can call it that. The last thing I expected was for Queenie to call me with another booking for Janine Cody's son.

This time, the gate was already open when I walked into the backyard to see Andrew. He looked like a completely different person than before. He had put on about 15 pounds of muscle and jacked.

"Holy shit...I'd hate to be that guy." My voice startled him. He spun quickly, staring at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked panting.

"What do you think?" I walked towards him and could see how bad his face looked. I reached up carefully to touch his face.

"Jesus, Andrew. You look beat to hell. What happened?" I winced when he flinched.

"I've been fighting." He said simply.

"Yeah, I gathered that. Why?" I asked, looking him over.

"Why do you care what I do in my free time?" He snarled.

"I mean it's your life, I guess I just don't see the point of beating the shit out of people for funsies." I shrugged.

"I doubt you, and I have the same definition of fun. I beat people up for money, you fuck people for money." He started hitting the bag again.

"Hey!" I shouted. He stopped hitting the bag.

"Don't be fucking rude. I'm here because I was called here!" I defended.

"Well I didn't call you so..." I stared at him for a moment before throwing my hands up. I started back towards the driveway and almost made it to the gate before I felt his gloved hands grip my forearms from behind.

"Wait....just...I didn't...mean that." I looked over my shoulder at him. His gaze was downcast like he was a hit dog full of shame.

"Apologize." I demanded, keeping my tone firm.

"I'm sorry. Please don't leave." Andrew's voice was softer but still full of grit as he allowed himself to beg. I took his chin into my hand and lifted until he looked at me. That's when I noticed his pupils. He looked out of it, like the car was moving but he wasn't driving.

"Are you on something??" I leaned in closer and he blinked.

"Probably. Sometimes Smurf drugs my food...thinks it's the best way to keep me under control." He started peeling his sweaty gloves off.

"Are you serious? That's kind of horrifying. Why not just cook for yourself?" I tilted his head down to look at his eyes.

"Wouldn't matter. She'd find a way." He looked defeated. He looked at me a little like the last time I was here.

"You...want a drink or something?" Andrew asked nervously.

"No thanks, I don't really drink." I said politely so he would know I appreciated the offer. He seemed surprised by my response.

"C-can...can you stay? I just need to shower really quick-" He asked timidly. I stopped him.

"I'm here for at least a couple of hours. Go shower, I can wait." I smiled, sitting down next to the pool and tossing my jacket on the patio chair. He walked inside and spent about 15 minutes washing up before he came back out in clean shorts, his hair still wet, curls dripping. I got up and looked him over again.

"There he is. You look much better now. A little clearer." I touched his face and he blushed slightly.

"Can we do what we did last time?" Andrew asked, clearing his throat.

"You want me to hold you again? Yeah, I can do that." I kicked my heels off and followed him inside. However, this time he took me into a different room.

"T-this is my room." Andrew fidgeted with his hands as I looked around.

"Minimal. I like it." I smiled, sitting on the bed. I held my hand out to him and he joined me on the bed.

"Y-you left last time...when I fell asleep..." He said it like he was both disappointed and annoyed.

"That's part of the job, sweetheart. I'm not supposed to stick around." I touched his cheek. He leaned into the touch. I stood up and unzipped my dress, walking around his bed and pulling the blanket back, patting the spot next to me. He got up and crawled towards me, letting me spoon him in the middle of his bed.

"I've got you, Andrew. I'm right here." I tried to soothe his worries about waking up alone, and he responded by holding onto my arms tightly. I held him like this for hours. I knew he hadn't dozed off because he kept drawing circles onto my forearms with his fingertips

Andrew turned over to face me and I looked at him. His eyes looked me over, my face, my lips. He let his hand touch my hair as we lay next to one another. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

"What would it take for you to stay?" His voice was low, but it still held strength.

"Andrew-" He leaned in and kissed my collarbone.

"I already told you, I'm not supposed to-" His lips suckled down the middle of my chest, his hands now pulling down my lacy bra to grip my breasts.

"Stay..." His lips latched to my nipple, my hands finding his soft curls and tangling my fingers into them. His pleas were so gentle, so tame but his movements were the opposite. His lips moved with desperation, his hands roughly yanking my panties off.

"I-I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to do the seducing." He didn't respond. He moved until his mouth was on my cunt, lapping and spreading my open.

"F-fuck." I tightened the grip I had in his hair as he threw my thighs over his shoulders, burying his head between my legs.

"Stay." He mumbled against my clit, sucking and nibbling like his life depended on it.

"Oh fuck Andrew." The warm buzzing in my lower belly was becoming too intense to ignore. The last thing I expected when I met him was that he would eat pussy this well, but dammit if I wasn't getting lost in how fucking good it felt.

"D-don't stop. Fuck I'm so close." I pulled on his hair, bucking my hips into his face, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I could feel the bruises. When my orgasm hits, I can feel his eyes on me as he doesn't slow down for even a second.

"Andrew!" I moaned his name so desperately, it only encouraged him further, lifting my body partly off the bed as he kept eating me out, staring down at me. He wasn't trying to show off in the slightest. This was how a man like Andrew Cody begged, pleaded for what he wanted.

"Okay! I'll..I'll stay." I cried out, feeling the wrenching in my lower back start to fall back to the mattress slowly as he carefully laid me back down, the entirety of his jaw glistening. He licked whatever he could from my thighs, my hip, until he reached my belly. I took his chin in my hands, watching as he closed his eyes to savor the feeling of being touched with such care.

I brought him up to meet my gaze, but instead of letting me kiss him, he rested his head on my bare chest. I held him tightly, stroking his curls as he settled, half atop my body, the other half holding onto me for dear life.