Page 38 of Beachy Sweetheart
Andy pulls me down. The kiss is frantic compared to usual, and I drown in it. His hands roam my body, but never delving to places I might find uncomfortable. He smells of sweat and sunscreen, carnival food, sweet sugary treats. I want to devour him. He kisses along my jaw, my throat. I can’t help the moan. I don’t notice my actions, sliding my cock against him, feeling so good, until Andy’s hands squeeze my hips.
Andy breathes heavily. He’s hard against me. “Sweetheart.” He swallows.
My cheeks burn, and I climb off him. “Sorry.”
“No. No. Don’t be sorry. I didn’t want you doing something you didn’t mean to.”
I nod, covering my face with my hands. “It felt good.” And Andy feels safe. I didn’t even have a second thought about not rubbing against him like a cat begging for pets.
“It did. But we probably don’t want to get off the Ferris wheel with hard-ons.” It’s his turn to be red.
“We do not.” I agree.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I bob my head. “I’ve never…” I wave my hand between us. “Never gotthatinto making out before. I’ve gotten hard before, but never…” It’s kind of a big deal to me, but I don’t want to freak Andy out.
“Would you like to explore things?” Andy swallows again. “No pressure, I promise.”
“No,” I whisper. “Not tonight. But some day, yes.”
He kisses the side of my head and pulls me closer to him. “I’m good with that.”
I thread my hand in his as our gondola makes it to the top of the wheel. Fireworks erupt across the ocean.
“I forgot they did fireworks every couple of weeks during the summer!”
Andy watches me as I watch the colors burst over the horizon. He makes me calm when my brain wants to panic. He doesn’t make me feel like something is wired wrong. He lets me exist as I am without questioning me if I know myself or not.
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I snapa picture of Trevor enjoying the fireworks and send it to Kevin.
Andy: He’s perfect.
Kevin: Awe, he looks like a sweet guy.
Andy: I think I love him.
Andy: No, I know I love him.
Kevin: Have you told him?
No.
“Trevor?”
“Yeah?” Slowly Trevor turns to look at me, the sweetest grin on his face.
My heart pounds. Maybe it’s too soon, but I’m sure I fell for him the instant he sat in my lap at the club.
I hold out my hand and cup his cheek. He leans into me with a happy little hum.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
His eyes go wide and he sucks in a breath. “Really? Even though?—”
