'I've got that twenty you lent me,' Andie said to Ambrose, pushing the note across the table to him.
It had been Regal's idea to get a bite to eat together after training, he said he had a couple of hours spare, predictably he'd chosen the type of cafe where the waitresses looked down their noses at you for ordering something unhealthy even though it was on their goddamn menu. Usually Andie felt confident in such places with Regal but dressed down as she was she felt self-conscious and it didn't help matters much that Ambrose had been staring at her all morning and had chosen to sit opposite her again, just like he had yesterday. She kept her hands on the table at all times, even though she knew he wouldn't dare pull any shit in front of Regal, it was better to be over-cautious than sorry. Ambrose's smiled brightened when he laid eyes on the $20 bill. He then laughed softly, he looked far too amused to be receiving money he was owed.
'Thanks, I was going to write it off. I'd forgotten about it but I thought it'd be rude to remind you ...' Ambrose said.
A smirk that he was trying to stop crossing his face pulled at the corners of his mouth. He was a fucking arsehole but Andie kept that thought to herself and a friendly smile glued to her lips.
'I would not have minded one bit,' she replied.
Regal's eyes were sharp, but if he had understood the true meaning of that exchange he didn't let on and merely smiled genially at Andie when he felt her gaze Fall on him.
Andie had over ate at the cafe, Regal had assured her that everybody could treat themselves once in a while when she complained about feeling bloated afterwards but she was harsh on herself, evidently far harsher on herself than even Regal was. So she went to the gym in order to relieve herself of some of her guilt and put on a good sweat. She felt ten times sharper afterwards and left the gym forming plans in her mind about how she would spend the rest of her day. After her encounter with Ambrose yesterday, in her own home of all places, her perspective had shifted slightly. Still, despite how amazing he was in bed, and he was, she'd be lying if she denied his prowess, she thought about Regal. She'd nearly refused to take breakfast with him and Ambrose after practice, so strong was her longing for him that she wasn't sure she'd be able to sit beside him without unnecessarily touching him thus irking Ambrose even more. That whole breakfast had been a balancing act, she'd had to hide her true feelings for Regal not just because it would rub Ambrose up the wrong way but because Regal had showed no signs that he was remotely interested in giving her 'release' again.
Giving Ambrose that twenty back rather than quietly seething about that ultimate show of disrespect he had put on the day before had been the first step in taking back control of her body and feelings. Damn it, no matter how hot it had been at the time to be treated like his whore she could not let him come into her home again like that. No. She was set on going back to the UK just for a week, she should have gone home as soon as it had all started. She wouldn't be able to escape straight away but Regal was always fair, he'd let her go within the week, she was sure. So she walked through the lobby of the gym feeling in control for the first time in a long time; that was until she walked smack bang into Ambrose's hard chest.
'Oh fancy seeing you here!' he said brightly.
This was her gym, she should be surprised to see him there, not the other way round!
'Don't you usually work out by punching meat in a meat locker? This doesn't really look like the type of place you like to hang out ...' Andie said waspishly.
But she was right, it really wasn't and that was precisely why she had chosen this gym. Ambrose clearly liked what she was saying though and wasn't at all offended by her insinuating that he was a tramp who liked to hang around with the carcasses of dead animals, just because you know, he's weird.
He smiled and answered, 'I think somebody has watched Rocky too many times.'
'Reference intended,' Andie automatically responded and tried to barge past him but he deftly stepped in her way.
'Hey! Take it easy,' he said laughing in that lazy way he always laughed at her, like she was a big joke.
He loomed over her and lowered his head to speak into her ear, casting his long shadow made by the sun on the white walls in the softly lit lobby over her.
'You see that security guard? He's getting a bit suspicious ...' he said in a low voice.
Andie immediately looked over her shoulder feeling paranoid at his words. This wasn't Ambrose bullshitting though, the guard was looking at them ... she could make eye contact and have him come over to get Ambrose off her back but something within her always lapped up Ambrose's attention, despite the knowledge that bad will almost always lay behind his attentions, so her eyes swivelled back to his.
'Let's go to my meat locker,' he said.
On occasion he could be funny and Andie did laugh. That careless comment took her back to the times they had been happy and at ease in each other's company, only a few weeks ago in fact, but it felt much longer ago. But those happy memories did nothing to relieve the tension she felt being backed into a corner by him again.
'Now I know you want to argue but we have an agreement don't we? ...' Ambrose said softly, maintaining piercing eye contact with her.
Did they? Not as far as Andie knew. He couldn't have been serious about her being his whore ...
'I said don't we slut?' Ambrose said raising his voice a notch but not enough to alert the guard that something was amiss.
Andie swallowed, trying to get rid of that dry feeling that had filled her mouth. She nodded her head rigidly.
Ambrose smiled in delight then hissed in her ear, 'move it..'
And so it was that Andie walked beside Ambrose, leaving the gym unaided, but not entirely of her own free will.
As they walked beside each other in silence to the parking lot, Andie occasionally spared Ambrose a glance. He walked confidently and looked straight ahead like he knew exactly where he was heading in his life, not just down this street. His surroundings suited him; his skin soaked up the sun and though he squinted against its bright rays, he looked good doing it. He looked comfortable in his own skin in a way that Andie never felt and she envied him that. She wished some of his confidence would rub off on her, she wished she could call this place her home, she wished she was comfortable in her own skin ... she wished she was home. Why was she doing this?
When they reached the parking lot she discovered that Ambrose had parked next to her car, that big hulking dirty truck looked ridiculous next to Andie's spick and span, cheap, but incredibly efficient little car. Again it irked her that he did not give a shit about appearances. She unlocked her car with her key and was about to jump into the driver's seat, it wasn't too late to back out, fuck him, he only made her feel low anyway ... but Ambrose grabbed her arm and pushed her against the side of her car.
'Soooo,' he said drawing out the 'o' between his pink lips and looking at her like she knew what he was about to ask and she did but there was no way she would suggest it first, 'my place or yours?'
Andie sighed, better luck next time.
'Mine,' she snapped.
'Excellent!' Ambrose remarked.
Having settled on the place she tried to pull away from Ambrose's grasp but he locked his fingers around her arm tighter.
'Wait ... we are going to fuck on that psychiatrists couch. Andie, I was getting so hard this morning thinking about bending you over that thing and destroying your tight little cunt ...' Ambrose's eyes glazed over; they always did when he was getting ridiculously horny.
Andie couldn't help blushing at him coming on to her so strongly, could he not wait for them to get to her apartment? She tried to recall if she had noticed wood during training. Nope, he must have been talking about before training ... maybe he'd touched himself in bed ... maybe in the locker room. It was too much to think of and Andie's pussy that was soon to be destroyed felt that way too ... Ambrose laughed at the change he saw in her; from uptight to turned on, but slightly freaked out. Just the effect he liked to have on her. He'd got the name of Andie's beloved Chaise Longue wrong though, it was a Le Corbusier Chaise Longue to be precise, granted, it was the type of couch you saw psychiatric patients reclining on in movies ... but he'd got the name wrong. No matter, she knew what he was talking about, and no, she would not object to having her pussy destroyed so long as it happened on her Le Corbusier Chaise Longue ... Ambrose began to rub a hand over his crotch and Andie could see the beginnings of his erection straining through the fabric of his jeans. He let out a sigh and grabbed Andie's useless hand.
'I don't know if I can wait ... give me a teaser of what's to come later,' he said huskily and put her hand right on his dick.
Andie took her hand off quickly as if she had been burnt and looked about her. God why did he have to do these things in public places? Thank Goodness the parking lot was empty ...
'I'm not wanking you off out here, what do you think I am?' Andie asked, offended.
It had been a stupid thing to say, if she thought about it she knew damn well what he thought she was. He'd told her enough times hadn't he?
'You're my whore!' he said, exasperation and anger with her seeping into his voice.
He grabbed her hand again, not so coaxingly this time and with his free hand unzipped his jeans.
'I'm going to extract fucking interesting on that loan bitch! Now touch my cock, put your dirty, grubby hand around my dick ...' he ranted but suddenly stopped, like he'd changed his mind.
Andie would have done it, not wanting to bring his wrath down on her but he zipped up again and she could see that behind his crazy eyes his mind was whirring. His eyes snapped to hers again and he snarled.
'On second thoughts, I can wait. You aren't that special ...' he said.
Andie stood against the side of her car staring dumbly at him.
'Drive!' he snapped.
He opened her car door and grabbed the back of her neck to shove her into it.
Dean reclined on Andie's Chaise Longue, stretching out his long body and clasping his hands behind his head.
'I've always wanted to try one of these,' he said conversationally and closed his eyes in meditation.
Andie didn't answer but she was glad he was in a better mood. That in the parking lot had been close, who would have known refusing to indulge a man's exhibitionist urges would make him so mad? She thought she'd become used to Ambrose's unpredictability but there was no getting used to it. She sat down on her couch not sure what to do with Ambrose while sex was off the agenda ... she looked at him warily and he opened his eyes to look right back at her. He twitched one side of his mouth into a smile and sat up so that his back was pressed straight against the headrest and he beckoned Andie to come to him a flick of his hand.
'Come over here,' he said.
Andie rose to her feet slowly. So not only was this guy lying all over her expensive Chaise Longue, which nobody got to use apart from her, well nobody ever came to hers so they couldn't, but that was besides the point ... nobody could use it apart from her. He was also giving her orders in her own home! But at least he had the decency to remove his grubby trainers before putting his feet up, though Andie didn't much like the thought of his smelly socks touching it either. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the situation but she obeyed his order. She had wanted sex, she had decided she would give in to his bullying back at the gym, might as well give in to him now too ... As she approached he flipped his legs around so that he sat with his tight ass perched on the edge of the Chaise Longue.
'Over here,' he said, pointing to the floor.
Andie hadn't knelt for him in a while and so it felt incredibly sexy to be in this position again, a dog brought to heel at its masters feet ... He chuckled at the sight of Andie down, well and truly beneath him.
'In case you hadn't noticed ... I'm not in a good mood today', he said to Andie, shaking his head and looking into her guarded eyes.
'I woke up feeling all pent up that I didn't have you there to jerk me off, but I made myself cum anyway, it was shame I didn't have your face to cum in though, I had to make do with tissues ...' he said and pulled a mock frustrated face.
Andie listened to him, not entirely sure she knew where he was going with this ...
'But things got a bit better when I went to training, I always love our little training sessions,' he said in a soft and seductive voice, he then idly stroked Andie's face.
Andie breathed in and briefly closed her eyes, absorbing the feel of his fingers trailing over her cheek, so gentle ... But any moment he might slap her for not paying attention so she snapped her eyes open again, ever mindful of his mood swings.
'Then Regal came up with that marvellous idea to go out for breakfast ... that was nice, my day had improved a lot. But then you gave me that twenty back, what were you trying to do Andie? Embarrass me? Teach me a lesson?' he asked calmly.
So that was his true purpose today. Honest to God she was sick of these games.
'No,' she muttered resentfully.
He slapped her across the face, hard.
'What was that?' he asked sharply.
Andie's cheek stung unpleasantly.
'I said, I meant ... nothing,' Andie settled on weakly.
'Yes, you meant nothing, that's right,' Ambrose said approvingly.
Andie fought back the urge to rub the sting from her cheek ... and to slap him back.
'And I'm still pretty pissed that you got fingered by Regal!' he said sharply.
Andie blinked but didn't respond; she'd kneel in silence while he ranted if that's what he wanted to do.
'He's a smarmy prick ... you know, I don't know if I hate him or love him even more now!' He barked with laughter like a man possessed at that contradiction.
'But I do admire him. I'm pretty sure I know how I feel about you though, Andie, you're like all women, like every one of them ... I did think I saw something in you though. But I was wrong. You are all the same. You're either a sweet, pure virgin or a dirty, fucking whore ... of course you're the latter, how could you not be?'
He continued to rant, he wasn't even looking at her anymore; he was talking to thin air. She wasn't sure what had upset him so much, but she didn't think it was really her and that's what made he be kind to him then.
'You don't mean that Dean', Andie said softly.
She was taking a risk butting into one of his rants but this was the closest she'd felt to him in a while, possibly the closest she had ever felt to him ... he'd never opened up to her before, it that's what you could call it. Dean rested his clear blue eyes back on her but he did not respond to her words. She took his right hand that had slapped her and pressed her lips to it. She kissed every finger, it was impulsive, he'd liked kissing her on the mouth ... that had clearly been special to him and maybe he'd like this. Maybe this was the way to manage him and she hadn't realised it until now ... He watched her kiss every one of his fingers, the palm of his hand, the back of it.
'Why are you so angry at the world?' Andie asked when she could see that he had relaxed under the feel of her soft mouth on his hand.
It was obviously a question he did not like because he narrowed his eyes suspiciously and pulled his hand away.
'I said I wanted to fuck on your Psychiatrists couch, I didn't say I wanted therapy,' he said acidly.
Andie felt stung by his rejection of her efforts.
'Hey you were the one who started talking about how butt hurt you are about what happened with Regal and how much you hate women!' she burst out in a hot headed temper before rationality could persuade her to do otherwise.
Ambrose pulled her hair tightly in retaliation and lowered his face to hers so that she could feel his breath on her face and hear his voice loud in her ears.
'Don't take that tone with me,' he said through gritted teeth.
He straightened his position on the couch and pulled up Andie by her hair as he did so. She screwed her eyes up in pain but refused to whimper.
'You're an empty vessel waiting to be filled up with my knowledge and wisdom ... waiting to be filled up by my cum!' He laughed.
He called that ranting knowledge and wisdom? If Andie had the guts she would have laughed right back in his face. But she didn't, she had lost them.
'You just need to kneel there and listen and wait ... you're gonna wait for me to fill up your cunt ... isn't that right?'
Andie struggled against the firm grip he had on her hair and declined to answer but he pulled on her hair harder and slapped her cheek again with his other hand. Not as hard as before but hard enough.
'Isn't that right?' he repeated.
Andie still struggled, still refused to answer.
Ambrose took a deep calming breath.
'Alright,' he said to her silence and stood up with his hand still wrapped in Andie's hair.
He lay back down on the Chaise Longue and attempted to unfasten and pull down his jeans with the one free hand. He snarled that he wasn't doing it fast enough for his liking, let go of her hair and roughly shoved her to the floor at the same time. He finished what he had begun and kicked off his jeans quickly. Grabbing the opportunity that Ambrose had so carelessly presented her with, Andie scrambled to her feet and turned to walk away, she wasn't sure where to, but it was her apartment and if she didn't want anything more to do with his fuckery she would stop it somehow ... But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
'Oh no, no, no!' he chastened her.
His tugging at her wrist forced Andie to buckle her knees and be dragged to the floor again.
'Get on this fucking couch!' he said through gritted teeth, pulling her to him by her wrist.
Andie tripped and stumbled on the Chaise Longue that he insisted on calling a couch, making it easier for him to pull her between his legs so that she was knelt between his knees and facing him.
'I'm going to lie here and you are going to suck my cock, then I'm going to cum in your face, have you got that bitch?' he asked like a massive douchebag.
Andie scowled at the way he was throwing insults at her but she squeaked like a frightened kitten when he raised his hand to strike her again. She nodded her understanding.
'Good, now get to work cum whore,' he said in disgust although he was smiling ...
She looked down at his meat standing up between his legs and lowered her mouth over it. As soon as she wrapped her lips around his warm, pulsing cock he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed. His cock touched the back of her throat and he held her head down. Andie choked having been held down on his cock for too long now. She had to drive her fist into his bare thigh to make him let her up for air. She gasped loudly when he pulled her head up.
'That's enough,' he said looking at her red, oxygen deprived face without pity after allowing her to gasp a few times and pushed her back down on his cock again.
Again and again he repeated this process; it couldn't have been a good blow job Andie thought. She wasn't even trying to pleasure him, she couldn't, but still he was hard and still she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter at being treated so appallingly...
When he tired of Andie's mouth he pressed his palm against the side of her face, pushed her away and took his cock in his own hand. He stroked it, tightening his fist around his dick and pulling it up and down slowly ... Andie straightened up on the Chaise Longue. She liked seeing him stroke his cock, it was mesmerising...
'Look at you; watching me stroke my dick. You love it, you dirty, dirty girl,' he said smugly and smiled even more smugly.
Andie wrenched her gaze away from the sight and made herself look at his face instead.
'Do you think your mouth is clean now? Have I washed out that taste of Regal?' he asked, still slowly stroking his big, long, beautiful cock ...
Andie balked at the accusation.
'I've never sucked his cock!' she exclaimed.
'Shut up!' he snapped angrily.
'I don't want to ever smell, let alone taste another man on you ...'
He suddenly stopped talking having decided he would not continue that rant. Andie could see he was thinking up more debauchery.
'Stand up!' he ordered.
She did so shakily in anticipating of his next command. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and removed the last that remained of his clothing, his socks. He stood up too and towered over her. His face, neck and chest was flushed a pretty shade of red against his tanned skin and he had a mad look in his eyes that matched his delightfully mussed up hair. He took that dick back in his hand again, constantly wanting to beat off.
'Take off your clothes,' he said.
Andie didn't need telling twice, watching him pleasure himself was driving her crazy with lust. When she got down to just her knickers she pulled them down revealing the wet patch in them which made Ambrose grunt a noise of approval.
'Now lie down,' was the next order.
She knew he meant on the Chaise Longue so she lay on it ... the ridiculous thought that she didn't want to get her wetness on it suddenly went through her mind but god damn he was right, the thought of fucking on this was hot. As soon as she stretched her body out on it he walked over to her and straddled her, but he wasn't facing her, he straddled her so that she got a face full of his ass. He settled in that position for a moment before saying anything, Andie could hear the sound of his breathing getting steadier, it seemed he was temporarily coming down from his height of sexual arousal.
'Look at my ass Andie,' he demanded in a controlled voice.
'I'm looking ...' she said.
She was certainly looking. His ass had really improved recently. All that hard work in the gym had paid off; she liked to think she had something to do with that, would he have just sat on his ass all day during his time off if Regal hadn't introduced them? Or if she didn't exist would Regal be taking some other girl under his wing, most likely and she'd be beneath Ambrose right now, not her, it was a sobering thought...
'Do you like it?' he asked.
She looked again. Yes, she liked what she saw. What was there not to like about a round, plump, yet tight, male ass?
'Yes ...' she purred.
'You do?' he said.
'Of course,' Andie murmured and brought a hand up to trail over his right cheek then squeezed his firm buttock lightly.
'Then kiss it,' Ambrose suggested.
Andie smiled. If he wanted to embarrass her, she could only assume that's what he wanted after forcing her to give him an incredibly uncomfortable blow job, then he could go right on and try. Kissing his ass was no big deal when it looked that good and they had done all manner of things together, she pressed her lips to the spot she had just squeezed. Then she covered his cheeks with kisses, feeling the warm soft cushioning yield under her hard kisses and spring back up again until he laughed.
'No ... I meant my asshole you dumb whore,' he snorted.
She was irritated that he'd just let her totally get into kissing his ass when it did nothing for him and that influenced her response.
'No way,' she refused, 'come on Dean, I'm wet, you're hard, you've taught me a lesson ... fuck me ... please?'
Her voice raised at the end into a question when her words were met with nothing but his soft laughter.
'Earn it. Show me what you are willing to do to feel my cock inside of you, show me how much you want my cum dripping from your face ...' he said.
Andie looked at his asshole that she could see nestled between his cheeks, his talk was making her drip, she could feel it. She'd never enjoyed a man's body so much, there was nothing she wouldn't do to feel his cock inside of her ... So she put her hands on his cheeks, spread them slightly to give her a better view of the area that needed attention then went for it.
'Mmm, yes ... you really do like it don't you?' he teased when he felt her pursed, soft lips.
He wasn't wrong, she kinda liked the feel of that hard bunched up little muscle on her lips ...
'Now taste it, lick it,' he ordered.
Andie chose to ignore the request; she was hesitant to do that.
'DO IT!' he yelled making her twitch anxiously beneath him when he did not feel her obey.
'Clean my dirty asshole,' he insisted.
'No ... I've never done it!' she protested.
She never had, it had never crossed her mind to try it.
'Good, even better. You're gonna love licking mine. I don't care if you don't, but I know you will ... Now I won't tell you again, do it, or I'll fuck YOUR tight asshole,' he threatened.
Andie had tried that and she didn't enjoy it.
'Do you like being fucked in the ass? Do you want me stretch your tight, tight hole?' he continued with the dirty talk.
'Ohhh man, I might just do it now!'
At that Andie did as she was told, she wasn't going to let him go there.
'Oh I guess not, good girl,' he praised her when he felt her tongue.
It was humiliating, no doubt about that. But it tasted so damn good; it was like tasting his cock, it just tasted of him. She dragged her tongue enthusiastically over his asshole, down the sensitive skin between his cock and balls ...
'Oh fuck, I didn't know it'd feel this good!' he cried.
She'd been rewarded with his uncontrolled moans of pleasure the entire time she had been lavishing attention on his hole. Unable to hold back anymore he leaned back, pressing his ass on her face ... For a moment Andie could see nothing and had the full weight of him pressing down on her face, cutting off her airways, she flailed beneath him and he quickly raised up.
'Where shall I cum?' he groaned.
'In my face!' Andie gasped, still recovering from suffocating under his ass ... that would have been one hell of a way to go.
'That's right,' Ambrose panted in response and quickly switched positions so that he was straddling Andie, facing her.
He stared into Andie's eyes intensely while frantically jerking off, she opened her mouth slightly to catch some of that seed ... with a cry he shot his hot load in her face. A little clung to the edges of her mouth which Andie immediately licked off, desperate for a taste, the rest painted a messy splash on her cheeks and across her nose.
Ambrose's shoulders slumped; he had found his release. Andie did not linger on the Chaise Longue opposite him for long; she felt a need to have a steaming hot shower.
Andie left Ambrose to his own devices in her living room, she didn't much care what he did now it was all over. Feeling much, much cleaner she returned to her living room to find that he hadn't moved from the Chaise Longue. He got to his feet when he saw her and walked the rest of the distance to her. He put his hand on Andie's flushed cheek.
'I had no idea you tonguing my asshole would feel that good. I admit, I just wanted to humiliate you, degrade you ... but I liked it a lot ...' he said.
He flicked his eyes over her face, then he let them rest on her lips and he drew even closer, tilting her face upwards to his. Andie let him press his mouth against hers only once before avoiding his kiss.
'You know where my mouth has just been ...' she said in half hearted protest but he didn't listen and kissed her again.
Andie parted her lips to allow his tongue to slide over hers. This was nice; his hands cupping her face, his lips softly kissing hers and their tongues tasting each other's mouths, it felt like something normal lovers would do. She was considering telling him that she'd be going away soon, it sort of tugged on her heart strings to think of being separated from him when he was like this but she decided against telling him. What she needed was a break from both him and Regal. She broke the kiss first.
'I need to ring my Mum,' was her excuse to get rid of him.
He took the hint graciously and left Andie alone in her apartment to her own thoughts. That had been one hell of a ride ... but he had too many issues. She couldn't wait to go home.