juju. . .

You busy your hands washing the leftover dishes from the breakfast rush; since Smurf died and you started dating Andrew, you’ve been the only female energy in a home full of testosterone, and even though Andrew meticulously cleans whenever he gets a chance, he’s been busier than usual this week and hasn’t gotten to obsess to the extent he normally does. You rinse off the last bowl in the sink, and your heart jumps as you hear the gate creak open and see Deran’s familiar green Scout pull into the driveway with Andrew in the passenger seat. Both men climb out of the vehicle, sprint past the pool, and clamber inside, soaked by the rain. Deran’s blonde hair is plastered to his face and Andrew’s dark curls weigh heavily on his head. You already have towels ready for them. 

“Thanks, Y/N,” Deran says as he squeezes his wet locks into the towel. “It’s total shit out there.” 

“Yeah, I saw. I was worried,” you answer as your gaze moves to Andrew. He looks very concerned and is deep in thought, water dripping in a pool around his shoes on the kitchen floor. 

“Yo. Pope!” Deran holds a towel toward his brother, but Andrew just stares, the puddle steadily growing at his feet. He’s somewhere else again. You smile ruefully at Deran and take the towel from him, approaching Andrew with the quiet caution you would a deer in the woods. When you’re in his direct eyeline, you stroke his damp cheek. 

“Andrew? You’re soaked…” You wait for him to snap back to the present, and suddenly his eyes refocus on your face, and he sees you standing in front of him. A gentle realization sparks in his darkened eyes where there was only emptiness a second ago. 

“Oh…Y/N…” He meets your gaze and focuses on you, then realizes the mess he’s making in the kitchen. “Dammit!” He grabs the towel and begins drying off but soon understands it’s an exercise in futility; he’s totally soaked from head to toe. 

“I gotta shower. Deran, when J comes back, get him to clean this up. I don’t wanna see this shit all over the kitchen when I get out.” 

“Yeah, alright.” Deran knows better than to argue with Pope and heads to the garage to grab the mop himself in case J is late again.

Andrew removes his heavy shoes and folds his damp socks on top of them in perfect squares. He tosses the used towel over his shoulder and grabs your hand, leading you down the hall to his bedroom. The rain is still pounding on the roof creating the sound of a million tiny drummers echoing throughout the dark house. 

Once both of you are inside his room, Andrew turns on the bedside lamp and shuts the door. You can tell he’s agitated, and being overstimulated in heavy, wet clothing isn’t helping. You sit on the bed facing him as he begins to remove his pants silently. 

“Andrew…is something wrong? I mean besides the weather,” you tentatively speak hoping his mood will soften with you like it usually does. He doesn’t answer but peels his black jeans off his legs leaving the hair slicked against his stocky calves. He unbuttons his plaid shirt, and removes it too, handing it to you to fold. You do so with a long sigh; it bugs you when he doesn’t answer. He is standing now only in his dark green undershirt and his loose boxers, and even they are wet to the point that you can see the faint shadow of his penis resting against his right thigh. His thick, muscular torso is outlined under the damp t-shirt, and you can’t help but smile. He is beautiful. 

Andrew meets your eyes right as you do. “What?” 

“It’s just…I love you, Andrew. I wish you would trust me with whatever’s bothering you. It’s the job?” 

He takes a beat and finally answers, “Yeah. The weather might really fuck things up for us if it keeps up. And J is…I don’t know what J is. But something’s off with him…I’m worried…” He trails off in thought. You stand up and amble over to him, cup his chin in your hand and look into his eyes. You love his eyes. They have a faint brown around the pupil, but his irises always change color with what he's wearing or with his mood. Today they’re a dark, angry green like the sky before a tornado. 

“You’re brilliant, my love” you assure him. “I know you planned this down to the last detail, and J’s always been J…it’s nothing new. I think the rain is supposed to let up soon too. Why don’t you take a hot shower, relax, and I’ll take care of your clothes, okay?” 

Andrew sighs and nods his head. You pull his forehead to yours and stare into his uncertain eyes. Your noses touch and you feel the tension start to leave his body as he melts into you. You even manage to get a reluctant smile out of him as he puts his lips to yours in a tender kiss. He breaks away after a few seconds and walks into the bathroom to turn on the shower. You watch as he sheds his underwear and his t-shirt, and you can’t help but marvel at his perfect, plump ass with a birthmark in the shape of a tiny Australia on his right cheek. The muscles in his back ripple at the slightest movement, and with a wistful sigh you wish you could join him in the shower instead of having to deal with the laundry. 

You gather Andrew’s wet clothes and some dirty ones from the hamper and run to deposit them in the washing machine. You see Deran mopping up the mess in the kitchen, and Craig is there now, leaning on the counter drinking a beer. J still isn’t home. You wonder if that’s why Andrew is really upset; in fact, you didn’t want to add to his paranoia, but even you have noticed that J has been acting strange lately. 

You dart inside to avoid the rain and inch down the hallway back towards Andrew’s room, Craig and Deran’s voices trailing faintly behind you from the kitchen. When you walk into the bedroom, you hear the water turn off, and you close the door behind you. The rain is still falling in sheets outside, and it casts a dark shadow in the room. The only light is a faint glow from the bedside lamp. You turn toward the bathroom and see Andrew emerge with a blue towel wrapped around his waist. Steam emanates from his hot, damp skin. His broad chest glistens in the back light from the bathroom.

“Hey, handsome. Feel better?” you ask as he flips the bathroom light off and saunters into the room clutching the towel at his waist. He moves sideways to the door and turns the lock. 

“Well, there is one thing we have to do before J gets here. We won’t have time before the job in the morning.” He stares at you, and he darkens as he takes his hand from the door and starts to walk toward you.

“Anything. You know I’m here for you no matter what,” you answer, your eyes following the deep lines in his abdomen that lead to his groin. You swear you see his dick twitch ever so slightly under the towel. You raise your eyes back up to meet his disarming stare.

“I need you, Y/N. Right now. You’re good luck for me.” He pauses, uncertain of his next words.  “It sounds dumb, but the last few jobs went down perfect after you and me…” He begins to inch closer to you, his strong hands still grasping the towel. 

“After we…what? Fucked?” You giggle at the implication that fucking you before a job is some sort of good luck charm. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you kept track…you and your rituals all the time.” You smile, and Andrew bristles, backing away.

“It’s not funny, Y/N! I told you; I feel off about this job, and…I…I need you, okay? I’m serious!” His strong brow furrows and his lips form a tight line on his freckled face. He clenches his free fist at his side, and his grip tightens more fiercely on his towel. You realize he is serious, and you shake your head, annoyed at yourself for not understanding that Andrew is always serious. You also know it’s nearly impossible for him to admit feeling anything, so it means a lot when he’s vulnerable with you. Still, you love these things about him: his darkness, his brooding nature, his ferocious loyalty, how you can't quite figure him out. You made up your mind to belong to him the minute you saw him at the boxing match all those months ago. 

“I’m sorry, Andrew. I wasn’t laughing at you. I just…didn’t know you were serious, but I do now. And besides, I’m yours whenever and wherever you want me. You never have to ask.” Your eyes plead with him. He blinks several times, takes one, long breath, and softens again with an exhale. He walks back to where you’re sitting on the bed and hovers over you, his hungry eyes boring into your soul. His face is half-shrouded in shadow. He says nothing more, but you feel the energy in the room shift, and you know his focus is entirely on you and nothing else. 

You can clearly see the outline of his cock fighting against the towel, and the veins in his arms and hands bulge like sinewy ropes. You smile up at him, guide your own hand to where Andrew’s is resting on his hip, and help the blue towel drop to the floor. It slides over his dick and his strong thighs and lands at his feet. His cock springs upward, and it’s now wonderfully flush with your mouth. You admire its long, thick, pink perfection. Before you can think, you take the tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around its velvety smoothness. Andrew gasps through his teeth and tugs at your hair. You feel him getting harder between your lips and you feverishly grab his thick ass with both hands and pull his length deeper into your mouth. He’s so big that you gag as his tip grazes the back of your throat, and your eyes water, one tear trickling down your cheek. Andrew brings a hand from your hair to your flushed face and wipes the tear away with his thumb. He stares with a fiery intensity into your eyes and bites his lower lip, slowly and rhythmically thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth as you knead his perfect ass with your hands. Your tongue moves along his shaft feeling the dense veins along its length, and with every thrust, your mouth gathers warm, thick saliva. You move one hand from his ass to cup his silky, full balls and massage them in your palm. Soon, you begin to taste the biting saltiness of his pre-cum, and with an aching moan, Andrew pulls his cock from your mouth. He grasps your arms and stands you up so you’re face-to-face.  

“Y/N…I love you,” he says, his blazing eyes dangerous and unrelenting. He pulls you to him, and with his powerful hands gripping your arms, he slams his mouth onto yours, parting your lips with his tongue. You taste Andrew’s sweetness as he swirls his tongue around your wet mouth, sucking your thick saliva into his. You exchange feverish kisses, and you move your hand upward to his head to grasp his dark red curls with your fingers. You undulate together like a wave for a minute, pressing your bodies into each other and inhaling each other’s breath and spit in a frenzy. Andrew finally stops kissing you only to pull your black sundress over your head. The rain trickles down the window, and all you can hear is the pattering of the water and Andrew’s heavy breathing in between your own heart beats. 

Andrew blinks and stares at your breasts spilling over the top of your push-up bra. He brings his head to your chest to gently suck at the exposed flesh as he moves his hand behind your back to unclasp your bra. He does so in one, swift motion and your breasts fall carelessly to your chest. Andrew cups both with his hands and begins to massage their plush fullness. He gives you a frantic kiss, lingering on your bottom lip before he leans down and takes your right nipple into his mouth. It stands erect, welcoming Andrew’s needy tongue. With his left hand, he squeezes your other nipple between his index finger and thumb. You moan with an ache and grasp his gorgeous hair in your fists, smelling the sharp, woody scent of his shampoo. After a few minutes of ecstasy, Andrew moves his mouth to your left nipple and nibbles gently as his right hand crawls downward. His brick-like forearm presses into your soft tummy as his hand finds the elastic of your panties. He slips his hand inside, and his thick fingers slide over your wetness, finding your clit and gliding his thumb over its throbbing core. His mouth moves from your nipple to your neck as he nuzzles into your clavicle while frantically rubbing your clit. You feel his engorged cock laying against your thigh and want nothing more than to have him inside of you. 

Andrew senses your desperation and violently tugs your panties to the floor with one hand while keeping the other on your clit. Before tossing them aside, he brings your thong to his nose and inhales your scent like an animal hunting its prey. With a low growl, he throws them down and pushes you onto the bed. He lowers his body over you, and with his hand still between your legs, he begins to move his fingers from your clit to your entrance. You’re so wet and poised for him now that Andrew slides two fingers into your pussy with ease. 

He nuzzles your neck as he feverishly fucks your aching pussy with his hand, sliding his fingers in and out between ragged breaths. You take his earlobe into your mouth and suckle, inhaling the scent of his clean skin. Andrew moans, and you feel his thick cock hard against your thigh. 

“Andrew, God…please fuck me,” you whisper in his ear, grazing his neck with your lips. Andrew responds with another short moan, and withdraws his fingers from your wetness. He looks down at you, and breathing hard through his nose, he languidly licks each finger that was inside you, savoring every drop of your arousal. 

“No. I want to taste more first,” he replies, lowering his head to the foot of the bed where you lay spread-eagled, your pussy throbbing at the thought of Andrew’s trained tongue. You caress his freckled shoulders, and your nipples harden in the cool air. You feel Andrew’s hot breath at your entrance, and he runs his cheek against the silkiness of your inner thigh before finally sinking his face into your pussy. He begins to lick and swirl his tongue, desperately lapping at your wet cunt. You cry out in pleasure as you feel Andrew’s skillful tongue sucking at your clit, bringing you closer to climax. You reach down to claw at his carefree curls and massage his scalp with your fingertips. Your touch arouses Andrew further, and he frantically drives his tongue into the folds of your cunt as he grips your legs on either side of his head. You know he intends to taste every inch of you. You press your pussy into his face with a frenetic intensity that makes Andrew moan loudly. You hear a muffled, “Come, Y/N. Fucking cum.” He continues to lick and suck expertly, and you know you’re close to an intense orgasm. 

“Shit, Andrew, I’m gonna come,” You moan as you feel his nose on your slit and his tongue swirling over your clit with one final movement, and you let out a shuddering sigh as a wave of ecstasy washes over your raw and writhing body. Your legs shake and you exhale heavily, your rapid breathing beginning to slow. Andrew kisses your thighs again, licking the wetness streaming down both, and slowly moves upward. He glides his lips over your stomach and sucks at your breasts starting with your left nipple and finishing with your right. Now, his face is directly over yours, and you take in his handsome, lazy smile as you feel his engorged cock resting at your entrance. You bring your hand to his cheek and caress him. 

“Andrew. I wanna be your good luck charm. Fuck me. Please fuck me.” 

With his chiseled chest heaving on top of you, Andrew stares down at your eager face, studying every inch of it. He says nothing and does nothing for a few moments, and thunder claps outside, shaking the house. You feel the heavy weight of Andrew’s body on top of you, and your clit responds to his swollen cock resting against your pussy. He breathes heavily through his nose, the blue vein in his forehead bulging, and brings his mouth to yours for a lingering kiss, rolling his tongue against yours. He pulls away and brushes a sweaty piece of hair from your forehead. 

“Y/N, you’re mine. Mine.” His intensity pierces you to the bed like a knife, and a silent spark of electricity flows through you both. You feel your pussy throbbing with need, and you spread your legs wider and grind your hips against Andrew, encouraging him to enter you. He notices, and his ferocity gives way to a mischievous grin. He reaches down, grabs his cock and strokes the tip, teasing your entrance for a few minutes. Your breath quickens, and finally, with one frenzied thrust, Andrew pushes his thick cock deep inside you as your pussy stretches around him. You both let out a moan of euphoria and Andrew drives deeper into you. You lose your breath as he thrusts in and out of you, increasing his speed gradually. You start to feel the pleasure build, and as you moan his name, Andrew reaches for your clit and rubs furiously adding to your ecstasy. You move your hips in tandem with his, and he lets his weight fall heavily on you after several minutes as he continues to thrust, so you can run your hands through his hair and smell his musk. You offer your lips to him for more kisses, and he covers your mouth with his. You both moan into each other, reaching a fever pitch. You feel his body tense, and you know that, soon you can let go with him.

“Y/N…fuck…fuck…I’m…com..” Andrew loses his words as he throws back his head, and with one final thrust, you feel his thick cock throb like a heartbeat inside of you, filling you up with his hot, sticky cum. You let go with him, feeling a rush of warmth wash over you again, rendering you completely helpless in a pool of pure pleasure. 

Andrew collapses on top of you and you both heave synchronous breaths. You lay together, running each other’s hands over your spent, naked bodies. You stroke the coarse hair on his arms and kiss his neck as he lay on top of you, catching his breath. You inhale the smell of his skin which is now covered in a thin layer of damp sweat. He finally withdrawals his dick from inside you, and you feel some of his cum seep out with it. Andrew looks down and swirls his finger in your entrance, and you see the translucent liquid on the tip as he brings it from your pussy to your mouth. 

“Taste me.” 

You part your lips and Andrew pushes his finger inside your mouth. You eagerly swirl the grainy, tangy liquid around your tongue and clean Andrew’s finger completely before swallowing. He smiles, kisses your forehead, and rolls off the bed. He comes back moments later with a damp towel, spreads your legs and wipes any excess cum and wetness from your body. He tosses the towel in the hamper and falls next to you on the bed, raising his arm and pulling you close into him. As he strokes your hair, you nuzzle your nose into his armpit, inhaling his sweat. 

“I think the rain stopped,” you say, massaging his chest lightly, “I told you it would.” 

He looks down at you and smiles so widely this time that you can see the dimple etched in his cheek, and you notice a brightness in his eyes that isn’t there often; even his eye color has lightened again. 

“Told you you were my good luck charm,” he says, kissing your forehead again. You both hear the sound of the sliding glass door in the kitchen, and you know J has finally arrived home. 

“And J’s back too. See? Everything is gonna be fine.” 

Andrew blinks and moves to get up, and his face suddenly darkens again. You see the same uncertainty that was etched across it earlier that day. 

“Yeah…” 

You rub Andrew’s back to reassure him, and you both rise from the bed to get dressed and join the guys in the kitchen for dinner.