Page 42 of Beachy Sweetheart
Andy darts his tongue over my crown and my back arches off the bed. More! He mouths along my length before taking me wholly in his mouth. A hand goes to my sac, massaging. My legs spread. More. Please, more!
I fist the sheets, but Andy moves one of my hands to the top of his head. His hair’s so soft beneath my fingertips. He sucks and slurps. Curling my toes. I thrash my head. It’s too much, so good. The orgasm rockets up my spine before I realize what’s happening.
“Fuck. I’m—” I squeeze his hair and shoot down his throat.
Andy swallows every drop, even licking his lips until he’s satisfied they’re clean of my spend.
“Sorry for—so fast.” I throw a hand over my eyes as I catch my breath.
“Don’t be.” He kisses my thigh. “Did you enjoy?—”
“I loved it.” Tears run down my face while I stare at the ceiling. “Sorry.”
He kisses my other thigh. “Why are you sorry? What’s there to be sorry about?”
“I’m crying? That kind of kills the mood, doesn’t it? But—” A sob rips from me. “Nothing has really changed. This isn’t some magical spell. I’m still ace. I don’t know how often I’ll want to?—”
He crawls up the bed and pulls me into his arms. “That doesn’t matter to me. I promise. If you never want to do anything else ever again, that’s fine. But if you want to continue to test out things, I’m good with that too. I’m not going anywhere.” He cringes. “Well, I do need to go back to work soon, but that’s different. And I don’t care that you’re ace. I loveyou.”
I cling to him, sobbing into his arms. “I love you so much. I don’t know how to express how happy you make me. You make me feel…real.”
“Oh, sweetheart.”
We lay like this in his bed for who knows how long. He whispers the sweetest words in my ears. He makes me feel seen, heard, loved. I don’t want to let him go.
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ANDY
We both criedwhen I had to leave to go back to work. I left the last possible minute, leaving an hour before I needed to be in on Monday. It’s Wednesday now and my heart already hurts.
Trevor: I miss you.
He sends me a selfie of him in his dungarees he wears for housekeeping. His hair’s pushed back in a sweatband and he has his headphones around his neck.
Andy: Miss you too, sweetheart.
My office isn’t too exciting, but I send him a selfie of me back.
“Ugh, what have I done?” Kevin says when he plops into the seat across from me. “Now you’re happy and miserable at the same time.”
I chuckle. “We’re going to be okay. He’s coming over when he gets off work. I can’t wait to show him my guest room that I plan to turn into his Little playroom. I think he’ll love it.”
“Okay, I don’t feel so bad anymore. But you’ve looked all pitiful the last few days, and I was concerned.”
“No, we’re good. So good.”
“I’m glad. The two of you were so sweet at the beach. But if he breaks your heart?—”
“He won’t.” I shake my head. And I won’t break his.
Kevin leaves and I catch up on a thousand and one emails.
There’sa soft knock on my door, and I look up.
“Sweetheart.” I push to my feet and walk around my desk.
Trevor jumps into my arms. “I missed you so, so much.”
