Can't Stop Thinking of You
A/N: When she read Forgotten Language, Kadi219 told me that Sharon needed to take Flynn up on his offer. Because I have a very hard time saying no to her, here you have a second chapter. If you're looking for a plot, you might want to look elsewhere.
Disclaimer: Still not my sandbox, not my toys. Let's be honest, their rightful owner would never let them have this much fun.
"Most of all, I hate you because I think of you.
Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop."
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince
It had been almost two weeks since Andy had kissed her in the hallway of her building. Sharon thought that she had done a decent enough job of putting the incident out of her mind, at least for the most part. It had helped, of course, that she had spent much of that time at her parents' timeshare, skiing with her children and sitting by the fire with her very catholic parents. Once she had returned to work, she had found Lieutenant Flynn and his squad to be well-behaved and not in need of any attention from her. Either that or they simply managed not to get caught. Whatever the reason, Sharon was glad that she had been granted a few more days to distance herself from those very pleasant memories. Memories that, despite all her efforts to forget, still tended to sneak up on her late at night, when she was alone and had nothing to distract her.
"Hold the lift," she yelled as she sprinted down the hall to catch the elevator that was about to depart. Her meeting with Assistant Chief Pope had run longer than she had anticipated, leaving her eager to get home and forget about the man's droning voice over a hot bath and a large glass of wine or two. A hand shot out to hold the doors open, but she didn't pay any attention to its owner until she had stepped through and found a free spot next to them. When she looked up to thank them, it was all she could do not to visibly react. Of course, it would be Andy Flynn, of all people.
Sharon had always considered herself lucky that, despite having inherited her father's Irish skin, she hardly ever blushed, and she sent a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens as she stared at the closing lift doors, all too aware of the man beside her. He was close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his body and to smell the faint traces of his cologne. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her coat to keep them from fidgeting, she counted down the seconds until the lift would reach the lobby.
It was just her luck that Lieutenant Flynn was the only one who didn't get out on the third floor. When he stepped back into the lift after allowing everyone else to exit, she finally looked at him, smiling tentatively. With no one around to witness their exchange, Andy gave her one of his famous grins in return, trying and failing to keep his eyes from wandering. She should chastise him for the blatant act, but Sharon was no hypocrite. She enjoyed the thrill of his gaze gliding along her curves, almost moaning at the thought of his hands following in its wake. The air around them was thick with tension, the distance between them growing smaller. The scent of his aftershave grew more distinct, bringing back memories of those stolen moments in her hallway, of the feel of his hands on her body, his lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth.
It was the lift stopping on their floor that drew them out of their trance. Andy reluctantly stepped away from her and gestured for her to precede him when the doors opened. His hand brushed against her lower back, but was gone a second later, slipping into his pockets. His brief touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she fought the urge to lean into him when it was gone. They stepped out of the lobby and walked down the street towards the parking garage in companionable silence, their arms touching every other step, and their thoughts circling around the moment they had shared in the lift.
"So, how was your vacation?" Andy finally spoke, his voice slightly more raspy than usual.
Sharon hummed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she thought about the week she had spent in the snow. "It was good. We had a great time." She took a deep breath, glancing up at him out of the corner of her eye. "I hadn't seen my kids since Spring. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to them being so far away."
The sadness that had crept into her voice had Andy look down at her. He allowed his fingers to brush over the back of her hand, knowing all too well what it felt like to miss your children.
Sharon looked at him again, gently bumping her shoulder into his. "How about you? Were you able to see your children?"
Andy sighed. Talking about his kids would never be easy for him, the way it was for her or other parents. Maybe one day he would reach a point where thinking about them wouldn't come with an instant stab of guilt and the profound sadness that their relationship always seemed to be a struggle. "Nicole agreed to have lunch with me a few days after Christmas." This, at least, drew a smile from him. "She introduced me to her boyfriend. He's a bit older than her and has two little boys. Their mother died in a car crash a few years ago."
At his slightly disapproving frown, Sharon was unable to suppress a chuckle. "Is he nice?"
Andy's nod was grudging at best, and Sharon laughed at his dour expression. It was obvious how much it chafed for him to admit that he had liked the man who wanted to steal away his little girl.
As they entered the parking garage and made their way to the third floor, they spoke some more about their children, about Ricky's failed attempts at snowboarding that almost ended in hospital, and Charlie's stubborn refusal to allow his father to prove that he had changed. Listening to Andy talk about his children and how hard he was trying to make amends for all the ways in which he had messed up, Sharon could not help but feel bad for her own children, whose father never bothered to fix what he had broken. She wished that Charlie would one day realize how lucky he was.
When they walked up to the spot where Sharon had left her car, she gestured towards the silver sedan and slowed her pace. "This is me."
Turning towards him, she stared at his purple tie for a moment, fascinated by the fact that it was almost the same shade as her silk blouse. Without conscious thought, she reached out and let her fingers run along the soft fabric, gently tugging on it where it vanished underneath his vest. Following the slight pull, Andy stepped closer, his hands landing on her hips as he gazed down at her. When their eyes met, Sharon took a shuddering breath, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. She watched his eyes darken as they fixed on her mouth, and she realized even before he moved closer, that he was about to kiss her. Her stomach flipped in anticipation, desire pooling in her core as she recalled the passion that they had previously unleashed. She felt his breath against her, his lips almost touching hers, and her eyes drifted shut.
It was a sweet kiss, almost chaste, compared to the one they had shared before. It was a question, one that Sharon wanted to answer with a resounding yes. She was reluctant to pull back, but the last thing they needed was someone seeing them make out and feeding the rumor mill with the news.
"Not here," she husked against his lips, her hands resting against his chest, seeking contact, but keeping him at a slight distance at the same time.
She smiled as he visibly deflated, disappointment shining in his eyes and drawing down the corners of his mouth.
"Not here," she reiterated, waiting for him to catch on. When he finally did, his face split into a cocky grin, his eyes sparkling.
"Any other suggestions," he asked, eyebrow raised in question.
Sharon gave his tie another playful tug, shrugging slightly. "I only live fifteen minutes away."
Clasping her hands in his, Andy drew her closer, leaning down until his nose was buried in her hair and his lips brushed against her ear. "I remember," he whispered, sending another shiver down her spine as his breath ghosted over her sensitive skin. She hummed, leaning her head to the side to encourage his exploration.
The sound of distant footsteps startled them into stepping apart. Sharon hastily straightened her hair and brushed her hands down her blazer and skirt, making sure nothing looked out of place, while Andy cast a nervous gaze around the parking structure to determine if they had been discovered. He let out a relieved breath when he didn't see anyone close by, causing Sharon to roll her eyes at their carelessness. She couldn't help but smile, though. The situation was a little ridiculous, and the fact that there was a smudge of lipstick at the corner of Andy's mouth did not help, either. Reaching up, she rubbed her thumb over the spot until it was gone, her smile broadening even more at his puzzled look.
"So, should we get out of here?" she asked once she was done, trying to avoid the slight awkwardness that was beginning to descend on them.
Andy nodded, gesturing towards his car, that was parked a little farther down the row. "Uhm, should I follow you?"
For a second, Sharon considered asking him to ride with her, but it would only complicate matters later if he didn't have his car. When she nodded, Andy leaned down to place a lingering kiss against her lips. "I'll see you in a few," he rumbled as he pulled back, giving her one last smoldering look before he turned and walked away.
Drawing a shuddering breath, Sharon watched his retreating back for a few seconds before she fished her keys out of her purse and got into her car. She tried not to focus on what she was about to do, knowing that she might talk herself out of her impulsive decision. It had been several years since she had last gotten around to being intimate with a man. Jack hadn't been in the picture for over a decade. Since then, she had dated occasionally, but between work and raising her children, it had never been a priority. It had usually been someone she knew, a friend of a friend or a closer acquaintance, and there had always been at least a couple of dates before she invited anyone into her bed. This was new, and she would be lying if she claimed that it didn't make her nervous, especially considering that Andy was a coworker.
Years ago, she would not have trusted him to kiss her, let alone sleep with her, and not brag about it at work afterwards. He was still a hothead and tended to speak and act before putting too much thought into it, and he still could be a bit of an ass sometimes, but he had changed. He was a good man, a reliable man, one with whom she felt safe enough to allow him into her home and her bed.
And dear Lord, he was a handsome man. Her steps faltered briefly as she walked the short distance from her car to the guest parking spot in her building's garage. He casually leaned against the back of his car, his hands in the pockets of his pants. She swallowed hard as she studied him with his relaxed pose, his salt and pepper hair, those chocolate brown eyes that were fixed on her approaching form, crinkling at the corners from that knee-weakening grin that was aimed at her. And he knew how to dress as well. She had always appreciated his impeccable sense of style, but the black pinstripe three-piece suit was one of her favorites. She couldn't wait to see what it would look like on her bedroom floor.
Andy Flynn didn't get nervous around women. He was a player, laying on the charm thick and heavy until they surrendered and then walking away when he got what he wanted. And yet, there he was, leaning against his car for support as he watched Sharon Raydor walk towards him, his stomach fluttering uncomfortably, and his mouth dry. She was stunning. He had always thought so, had made a point of studying her in great detail over the years. There had been many fantasies featuring her, fueled by her strutting into crime scenes, walking out of their squad room, or leaning over her desk as she read him the riot act. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to be allowed to explore some of those fantasies with her.
And yet, there she was, walking towards him in her black pencil skirt and shimmering, purple blouse, her purse and jacket slung over one arm, the clicking of her heels echoing through the garage. Her hair looked darker in the dim lighting, hiding the golden highlights that always captured his interest. Licking his lips, Andy drank in the sight of her long, lean legs, the sway of her hips and the way her eyes were fixed on him. Simply watching her approach him, so full of confidence and ready to take charge, had him struggle to control his body. He was used to taking the lead when it came to women, but he had a feeling that it would be different this time.
Sharon didn't stop or slow down until she stood between his legs, well within his personal space, her free hand sliding through the short hair at the back of his head, pulling him down to meet her lips in a bruising kiss. He groaned when she pressed her body against him, his arms slipping around her, pulling her even closer. She rolled her hips against his once, repeating the move when he grunted his approval into her mouth. When his hands landed on her ass to take control, she stepped back, keeping him from following with a flat hand on his chest. Andy blinked in confusion at the loss of contact, his pulse quickening even more as he took in the flush of arousal that spread from her chest all the way into her cheeks, her eyes almost black with desire, and her lips red and swollen from their kiss.
She knew what she was doing to him. That much was clear from the smile she gave him, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she turned and started towards the door that would lead them to the elevator.
"Are you coming, Lieutenant?" she asked without sparing him a glance, her voice low and husky, going straight to his groin.
Like a puppy on a leash, Andy followed her, taking a few long strides to catch up with her. Walking ahead a little, he held the door for her. She passed him, much closer than necessary, a wave of her inviting scent hitting him as the back of her hand brushed against his groin. If she noticed, she gave no indication, simply continuing on her path as if nothing happened. Whenever he thought that he regained some measure of control, she pushed him off balance once again, and he was beginning to suspect that it was done on purpose.
They spent the elevator ride in silence, but once again she chose to stand well within his personal space. When they reached the third floor, he stretched out his little finger, hooking it around hers. She casually moved her hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, making him frown. They had passed the sixth floor when she allowed her forefinger to slide along his thumb. Up and down, once, twice, and once more. Just as he was about to clasp her hand in his, she stopped, moving her hand away once more. He almost groaned in frustration and, turning towards her, he reached out to place his hands on the wall on either side of her head, but before he was able to trap her, the elevator stopped. Sharon gave him one of her superior little smirks, ducked beneath his arm, and sashayed out of the opening doors and down the corridor. She didn't bother to check if he was following.
Shaking himself out of his stupor, Andy hurried after her, still reeling from her teasing. She had already opened the door to her condo when he finally caught up. Her back was turned towards him as she dropped her keys and purse on the small table and draped her blazer over the coat rack. Tearing his gaze away from her, he closed the door, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves. When he turned around once more, she was right in front of him, and before he knew what was happening, she had him backed up against the door, her lips capturing his in another heated kiss. This time, he made no attempt to get the upper hand. He allowed her to lead, happy to follow wherever she wanted them to go. His hands landed on her hips, slowly sliding up and down her back, as he enjoyed the pressure of her body against his.
By the time her lips moved away from his and started down his neck, Andy was breathless, the pounding of his heart almost painful. Nimble fingers discarded his tie and made quick work of his vest and shirt buttons as she kissed, licked, and nibbled the skin she exposed. He hissed when her teeth clamped around one of his nipples, tugging gently before she soothed it with slow and gentle strokes of her tongue. His head hit the door as he let his eyes to roll back and close. She explored the broad plane of his chest with her hands and lips for endless seconds before she continued to expose him to her gaze. For a short moment, as her hands reached the last few buttons of his shirt, he tucked in his belly, self-conscious about the slight pouch that had developed over the last several years. When he felt her smile against his skin as she planted soft kisses around his navel, her hands caressing his sides, he relaxed into her touch.
Looking down, Andy growled at the sight of her kneeling in front of him, the feeling of her hands stroking him through his pants almost driving him out of his mind. He bucked into her touch, his palms flat against the door behind him to find something to hold him upright. Her eyes met his, a promise of endless pleasure shining in their depth. When she licked her lips as she moved to unbuckle his belt, his cock twitched in anticipation.
She slowly pushed his pants down his legs, her hands caressing his ass. Nudging him with her nose, she kissed along the edge of his boxer briefs, capturing the fabric between her teeth and letting it snap back against his skin. She teased him with the promise of more, her hot breath making him ache to be inside her. His hands found her head, fingers threading through her thick locks. He didn't dare guide her movements, however, merely holding onto her for the connection. He almost sighed in relief when she finally pushed his underpants down, freeing his straining erection from their uncomfortable confines.
Andy was convinced that she was trying to kill him. Sharon had one hand wrapped around him, slowly moving it up and down his length, her lips almost touching its head. He was able to feel her breath, hot and moist and so, so close. It was all he could do not to pull her closer, to push himself into her mouth, but he wasn't suicidal. Gritting his teeth, he took a deep, calming breath, trying not to whimper in desperation as she looked up at him with an evil grin.
"Want something, Lieutenant?" she husked, eyebrow raised in question.
This time he did whimper, any thoughts of pride or ego melting under her fiery gaze.
"Jesus, Sharon. Please – "
"Please what?" she asked, licking her lips, eyes sparkling happily.
Yeah, okay, he was going to beg, and who could blame him? She almost literally had him by the balls; He was hers to do with as she pleased, for however long she wanted, and he wasn't going to complain.
"Please stop teasing." He was close to whining, and he didn't care.
Andy's legs almost gave out under him when she finally put him out of his misery. Her tongue licked up his entire length, lazily circling around its head. He groaned, his eyes closing and his head thumping against the door again when she closed her lips around him and started the slow and thorough process of sucking his soul out of him. He was going to die, and he would love every second of it.
She was so damn good at what she was doing that he could get lost in the sensations she created, and he almost wanted to, but he didn't intend to embarrass himself. The satin-soft feeling of her mouth around him was heaven, and her tongue swirled and licked and found the perfect spots to press down. When she scraped her teeth over him, he had to push her away, shivering at the loss of her warmth.
"You gotta give me a moment, babe," he rasped, peering down at her.
Sharon narrowed her eyes, briefly irritated at being called babe. How old did he think she was? As she took in his flushed face and his eyes, dark with desire and a little wild, she decided to put it down to lack of circulation in his brain. He really couldn't be blamed for that. Just to prove she could, Sharon flicked out her tongue once more, circling it around the sensitive head of his cock, savoring the salty drop that her ministrations had coaxed from him. At his pained hiss she finally backed away, holding onto his hips with both hands to get to her feet, wincing slightly as her knees popped and ached. To his credit, Andy didn't comment. Instead, he drew her close, capturing her mouth in another passionate kiss, his tongue seeking out hers, languidly dueling until they were both breathless.
"Bedroom," she whispered against his lips when they drew apart, grabbing him by his open shirt and tugging him along as she backed towards the hallway. They both laughed as he struggled to toe off his shoes and shake off his pants, hopping in place until he was free.
Andy's hands landed on her waist, slowly sliding down until he cupped her ass. He pulled her against him, their legs tangling as they walked. Looping her arms around his neck, Sharon stretched up to draw him into another kiss. They stumbled blindly around the corner, bumping into the wall. She gasped when he pressed her against it, sliding one leg between hers. The friction was maddening, but not nearly enough. Her skirt kept her from getting closer, making her grunt in frustration. Releasing her hold on his neck, Sharon reached behind herself to open the zipper and push the skirt down over her hips. It took a firm shove against his chest to get Andy to back off enough for it to fall to the floor. She wanted to reach for him again, but when she caught him staring at her bare legs, the fire in his eyes unmistakable, she leaned back against the wall, watching him through hooded eyes as she slowly started to unbutton her blouse. His gaze practically burned on every inch of skin she revealed, making her shiver. When the soft silk fell apart completely, Andy growled deep in his throat at the sight in front of him. Sharon congratulated herself on her choice of underwear. The dark blue, lace-trimmed satin set, while comfortable, was one of her sexier ones, and from Andy's reaction, he seemed to approve.
With one step, he had her trapped again, his hands brushing her blouse off her shoulders, leaving her own hands confined as she struggled out of the sleeves. While she was distracted, he let his hands roam over her body, tracing her jaw and down the length of her neck, his fingers feathering along the scalloped edge of her bra, along the sides of her breasts until he cupped them in his hands. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, making her moan and arch her back to get closer to his touch.
The moment she had freed herself from her shirt sleeves, she took hold of his hands and dragged him through the bedroom door and towards the bed. Along the way, the rest of their clothes fell to the floor, granting more access to eager hands and lips. The feeling of his hard length against her bare skin sent shards of pleasure through her veins, pooling at her center. Hooking one leg around his hip in an attempt to grind against him, Sharon yelped when he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. She lay there stunned and gasping for a few seconds, but when she saw his triumphant grin, she smirked up at him, slowly allowing her legs to fall open, giving him a clear view of where she knew he wanted to be. At his hungry stare, she thrust her hips towards him, reveling in the darkening of his eyes and the twitch of his cock. He didn't need further encouragement, practically diving onto the bed after her, his body hovering over hers, supported by his knees and elbows.
Curling her arms and legs around him, she drew him all the way down until most of his weight pressed her into the mattress. His lips found hers, and she moaned into his mouth at the overwhelming sensations of his body so close to hers, the delicious friction of his coarse chest hair against her breasts, and his hard length sliding through her folds. Sharon bucked into him, seeking just the right kind of pressure against her clit. When Andy simply grinned into their kiss, she repositioned to flip him over, but he realized what she intended to do and pinned her arms down on the pillow. Grunting in frustration, Sharon frowned at him, tugging on her arms to try and loosen his hold, but he didn't budge.
"Sharon," he rasped, his voice hitching a little when she ground her hips against his. "You're killing me here. Just-" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just give me a moment." He trailed soft kisses from the corner of her mouth along her jaw and up to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and the sensitive spot just behind it. "Let me take care of you for a bit," he whispered, his hot breath against her ear making her shiver. "After that you can do with me whatever you want."
Sharon wanted to protest, but the thought of what he would do to her had her surrender, and if the way he kissed was any indication, she would not regret it. When his hands released her and returned to caressing her body, she stretched her arms out over her head, arching her back, and allowing her legs to release him. She closed her eyes and focused on the unhurried journey his lips took down her neck and across her chest, moaning when they closed around one nipple, eager fingers taking care of the other one. He switched back and forth, spending endless minutes on her soft mounds, making her moan and writhe beneath him. Her breaths came quick and shallow, her heart beating frantically, as fire traveled through her veins. He was driving her crazy, and he hadn't even touched her where she wanted him most. It was all she could do not to take control – even more so when she felt his hard length against her inner thigh. She wanted him inside her more than anything, and she could almost feel her walls stretch to accommodate him. He was long and thick, but not obscenely so. She remembered what he had felt like in her hand, in her mouth, and she wanted to touch him again, to feel his heat and the silky smoothness of his skin. But she kept her hands where they were, curling her fingers into the pillow for something to hold on to.
Her breath caught when one of his hands traveled down her side, along the outside of her thigh and back up along the inside. His fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, drawing closer and closer to the apex until she thought she would scream. When it finally came, his touch was barely there, circling along her outer lips, up one side, down the other until she whimpered and spread her legs even wider, her body begging him for more. His teasing was relentless, driving her up and up until she thought she might come if he so much as breathed on her.
Andy reluctantly diverted his attention from her breasts, kissing and licking his way down her stomach, paying special attention to that spot between her ribs that made her squirm, to the faint stretch marks along her hips, and the barely visible cesarean scar just above the soft patch of neatly trimmed curls. When he paused, Sharon opened her eyes and looked down at him, ready to beg if necessary. His gaze met hers, practically burning into her with an intensity that took her breath away. He stared at her like a starving man at a feast, his eyes devouring her, as his fingers gently pulled her folds apart. Licking his lips, he came closer, his breath hot on her skin, and Sharon whined and bucked her hips towards him.
"Oh God, please," she moaned when he hesitated a moment too long.
Her entire body shuddered violently at the first swipe of his tongue through her folds, drawing another, louder moan from her. Pushing his tongue inside her, he feasted on her arousal, before he focused his attention on her aching clit. He teased it with barely-there flicks, circling around it with the softest of contacts, only to close his lips around it and suck it into his mouth. Sharon barely managed to muffle her scream in a pillow at the intensity of the sensation. Andy spent endless minutes alternating between soft and firm contact, drawing away to lick along her folds and swirl his tongue inside her when she came too close to the edge, allowing her to calm down, only to wind her up once more.
She had lost count of the number of climaxes he had pulled her back from. Her heart was racing, and her hair stuck to her face, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her moans and whimpers filled the room along with the sounds of him driving her insane. When he began to drive her towards the next peak, she felt one of his fingers slowly, carefully sliding into her, her inner walls contracting around it. He moved it back and forth in a gentle, pulsing motion which her hips instinctively echoed. As the pressure of his tongue against her clit intensified, he withdrew his finger almost completely, his lips twitching against her as she whined in protest. Adding a second finger, he entered her once more, taking care to find all the ways she liked to be touched as his tongue and lips continued their relentless torture.
Heat was building up inside her, pooling in her core, the tension forming a tight knot in her belly. Her hips rolled into his touch with ever increasing urgency as she chased after that illusive release. This time, Andy didn't stop. He didn't lighten his touch or move away, but he kept going, his fingers, lips, tongue, and teeth working in perfect synch to bring her closer and closer to the edge. The buildup was painfully slow, every nerve tingling and burning with anticipation. Then her entire body tensed, and her breath caught for endless moments until her scream ripped through the air and her hips bucked wildly, her inner walls clamping around his fingers, and her hands grabbing hold of his head, pulling him even closer as she rode the intense waves.
It took a while for the world around her to right itself as she lay boneless and panting on the bed, whimpering every now and then as Andy gently lapped up the fruits of his labor, calming rather than stimulating her inflamed flesh. When she felt like she had solid ground underneath her once more, she looked down at him. He grinned at her, his lips and chin wet with her arousal, and his eyes sparkling happily. He slowly kissed his way up her body until he hovered over her, his weight resting on his elbows.
"So," he drawled. "Worth handing over the reins for?"
Sharon hated to feed his ego, but there was no use denying it. As good as his mouth was at getting him in trouble, there were things at which it was even better. Instead of answering, she drew him down into an unhurried kiss, her tongue tracing his lips before it sought out his. She moaned into his mouth as he shared her taste, taking her time to savor it. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling his lower half down. Feeling his length against her, sliding through her folds, made her shiver with want. She had barely recovered from her last climax, but the need to feel him inside her was impossible to resist.
Picking up on her increasing desperation, Andy ground his hips against her more firmly, stimulating her still sensitive clit almost enough. With some more time, she might be able to come again from the pressure and friction he created, but judging by the sweat on his brow and the way he groaned and shuddered with every thrust, he would never be able to hold on long enough. Sharon reluctantly released him from her hold when he drew away, trailing kisses down her neck and chest before he sat back on his heels between her legs, still panting as he devoured her with his eyes.
"I gotta go...uhm...find my jacket," he murmured, licking his lips as his gaze came to rest on her swollen, glistening sex.
Spreading her legs a little wider just to tease him, Sharon hummed before she reached out towards the bedside table with her left hand to open the drawer. "Blue box," she directed his attention when he kept staring at her, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Climbing over her leg to retrieve what looked like a little gift box, Andy removed the lid and smiled as he found a handful of condoms inside. Ripping one off the strip, he returned the box to its place and turned back towards Sharon, his fingers already struggling with the wrapper.
"Let me help you with that," Sharon said, taking the condom out of his hand and nudging his shoulder until he lay down on his back. Straddling his legs, she made quick work of opening the wrapper, tossing it towards the nightstand. She took a moment to tease him, her hand curling around his length, slowly stroking him until his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Then she carefully rolled the condom down his length, smiling at his grunts and the way he tried not to thrust into her touch whenever her fingers brushed against him.
When it was firmly in place, she let her hands travel up his body, caressing his belly and his sides, making him squirm as she dragged her nails over his ribs. She relished the feel of his broad chest, hairs tickling as she kissed her way along his sternum, scraping her teeth over his skin. Burying her hands in his hair, she captured his lips with hers once more, their tongues engaging in another slow dance, lazily tangling as they let the anticipation build up. When she was unable to wait another moment, Sharon took hold of his length, shifting her hips until he was pressed against her, sliding him through her folds a few times to tease them both before she slowly allowed him inside her. She moved carefully, giving her muscles time to adjust to his size, grateful for Andy's thorough preparation. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he struggled visibly to control his reaction to feeling her around him. He lay perfectly still, allowing her to set the pace, but his eyes were alight with his burning need, and the sight made her shiver at the promise of feeling that passion unleashed, seeing him let go completely.
He felt divine inside her, and she took a moment to enjoy the feeling, her hands on his chest and his wandering up and down her thighs. She hummed, her eyes closing as she started to move. She felt his touch everywhere, cupping her ass, feathering up her sides, sliding over her breasts. When he gently rolled her nipples between his fingers, she moaned and arched into the sensation. Her hips ground against his, circling and thrusting until she drew a helpless groan from him as he bucked up into her.
"Jesus, Sharon. I'm –" He hissed when she clenched her muscles around him. "I'm not gonna last."
She was simply magnificent. Her skin practically glowed with arousal and perspiration, her head was thrown back, baring her elegant neck, and her hair tumbled over her shoulder in thick, unruly waves. He wanted to weave his fingers through them, he wanted to trail kisses down her neck and watch her squirm, he wanted to bury his face between her breasts and see how many different sounds he could draw from her, but it was impossible to tear his eyes away from her. She was incredibly tight around him, and the way she moved drove him out of his mind. He hated to admit how close he was to losing control, but apart from a cold shower there was no way he was going to last more than another few minutes. When she leaned back, one hand bracing against his thigh and the other sliding between her thighs, Andy whimpered as his eyes followed. Her fingers brushed against the base of his cock before they settled on her clit, drawing tight circles around it as her thrusts became more and more frantic, her moans joining his. He kept caressing her chest, kneading her soft mounds, flicking his thumbs over her sensitive peaks – anything to help her reach the edge before he lost himself in her.
She was so close. Her body was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and she knew it wouldn't take much more for her to get there again. She loved his hands on her breasts, finding the perfect balance between teasing and a little rough. There was no sexier sight than this large, tough man with his broad shoulders, his messy hair, and his black, stormy eyes struggling to hold on, helpless in his passion. Her thighs burned and her knees ached as she increased her pace, her hips crashing into his with all the force she could muster. The pressure inside her was building until it was almost unbearable. All it took was a little tilt of her hips and he hit the perfect spot, making her moan even louder until her entire body spasmed and her inner muscles clenched around him.
For a long moment, Sharon felt like she could neither breathe nor move. She didn't care if her neighbors heard her scream her release into the night, nor did she care that she took the Lord's name in vain, or that her nails probably left marks on Andy's thigh.
She was still trying to figure out which way was up when Andy drew her down against his chest and grabbed her hips with both hands. It was too much. She was going to pass out, but there was no way she would tell him to stop when he thrust up into her, chasing his own release. Turning her face into the side of his neck, she whimpered and whined against him, caught in a delicious hell of never-ending pleasure. It didn't take him long to lose the tight grip he had on his control, his body tensing beneath hers, his grip on her hips almost painful as he pulled her close, groaning into her ear.
They both slumped into a boneless heap of sweaty skin and quivering muscles. The room was silent except for their labored breathing, the rushing of blood in her ears, and the sound of his frantically beating heart. His arms moved around her, holding her close, his fingers drawing nonsensical patterns on her back for a few long moments. When he began to soften inside her, he sighed and, nudging her gently, he secured the condom with one hand while he helped her move off him with the other.
"I'll just...uhm, I'll be back in a second," he mumbled as he struggled to his feet and padded into the bathroom.
Sharon rolled out on the other side, carelessly tossing aside a few of the superfluous pillows and tugging down the comforter before she crawled between the sheets and flopped onto her back. She turned her head towards him and smiled when Andy returned from the bathroom. He was adorable the way he stood there, stark naked, a dopey expression on his face, and completely disheveled hair, which he only aggravated further by running his hand through it nervously. She saw the question in his eyes that he didn't seem willing or able to ask. What now? Did she expect him to get dressed and leave? And maybe that would have been the wiser decision, but Sharon didn't feel particularly wise just yet. She was still luxuriating in the glorious afterglow and wanted to enjoy it with him. Holding out her hand, she hummed when he accepted her invitation. He took a moment to study her bare chest when he lifted the sheet to join her, trailing soft lips all the way up to her mouth before he drew her into a long, lazy kiss. When they parted, Sharon gently poked and prodded him until he lay on his back with his arm stretched out along the pillow. With a happy smile, she curled into him, her head and arm resting on his chest and her leg sliding between his. She felt his fingers comb through her hair, moving a few stubborn strands out of her face and tugging them behind her ear, drawing another low hum from her. Planting a sloppy kiss against his chest, she snuggled even closer, allowing herself to relax.
At some point, she would have to send him home, because as much as she had enjoyed his company, she was not ready for him to spend the night. That was not what this was supposed to be about. They'd both had an itch that needed scratching, and they had turned out to be surprisingly compatible. She even wasn't completely opposed to doing this again because it had been a long time since anyone had rocked her world like that. They simply had to establish some ground rules to make sure they didn't create a mess at work. They would talk about it and find a solution they could both live with – just as soon as she had rested her eyes a little.
The last question on her mind before she dozed off to the sound of Andy's soft snoring was whether her shower was big enough for two.
~FIN~