I push his hand away from me, he laughs to himself, I like seeing him laugh, it's so sexy and pure.
Andreas turns to Teddy, "Hey man, you want to-"
Andreas is cut off by Teddy as he flies by us, determination and what I would say is anger all over his face. "What's he doing?" I ask.
"I don't know," mumbles Andreas.
I then know where he's going, over to Bridget. Every stride he took was powerful, those brown curls were matted to his head since he had just taken a shower over 20 minutes ago. In her eyeline, Bridget sees him coming over, her lips purse up and I can tell she's scared, we all are.
His hands cradle her head, as he whispers something in her ear. Now, our whole friend group is just staring at them, wondering what in the actual fuck is going on. Whatever he was saying to her must have been powerful since she's got her hands wrapped around his wrist, her lips parted and tears glistened in her brown eyes. I hear a gasp escape her, and she fidgets on her feet, holding in something.
Then after a minute or so, he let her go and walked off.
"Bridget?" I say, my voice was wary and scared. She looks at me, her lips were now quivering and her eye twitched.
"I- I need to go." That was all she said as she ran over to Teddy, who turned around, shocked. She said something to him and they walked to his car.
"Are they-"
"Probably," Andreas said.
"Did he tell her that he loved-"
"Most likely. Now, enough about my teammate and your sister, let's go." He doesn't wait for me and walks to his truck.
I gulp.
"See you later, Jill," I tell her, I wave to the others as they all proceed to their cars to go to the party.
"You too, and hey." She pulls me by the arm, close to her. "If anything happens with you two, let me know."
I chuckle, "You'll be the first person I tell." I assure her.
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Andreas drives the car down the road, after being stuck in traffic for almost 10 minutes since we left around the same time as everyone else. He hasn't said anything since we've been in the car, the sound of cheers still rings out by cars near us. I knew people took college ball seriously, but not this much. I mean, the only reason I went is that Bridget threatened me.
"You're awfully quiet, Ms. Pratt," said Andreas, one hand on the steering wheel while the other was on the console, almost close to my leg.
"Ewe, don't call me Ms. Pratt, you make me feel like my mom." I cross my arms.
"Your mom's hot, by the way." Ugh.
"It's nothing wrong with me, lost my voice from all the screaming," I explain.
"You sound fine to me." He sighs, "Look, I know you brought up that proposition so I could have the determination to win, which I'm glad you did, but we don't have to do anything, you know. Trust me, I want to be inside of you if anything, but I would never push myself onto you." I finally look at him since being in the car.
The thought of him "inside of me" makes a warm flurry stir from my stomach to my toes, making them curl in my shoes.
"Really? But I promised you." My voice is weak and quiet.
He smirks, "Promises are meant to be broken, babe."
I smile, and try to lighten the air by joking around, "I'm sure your dick is small anyway."
He laughs, loudly at this, "Shut the fuck up Elizabeth! You're always spouting that shit, but you felt me, almost two days ago your hand was down my pants, you know for sure I'm not small." He's not lying, the dick is big. When I jacked him off in his room, I was thrown off by it but didn't show it, he gets boosted up a lot with that fucking ego of his. He turns down a road, houses pass up, but I don't notice them.
"Where are you taking us?"
"To get Ice cream."
"Ice cream?" I say, utterly surprised.
"Yes, Ice cream, you've got a problem with Ice cream?"
"No, I love Ice cream."
"So do I, that's why we're going to get it."
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In a small shopping center here in California is a cute ice cream shop. The name is called "Carrie's Ice cream Emporium." A cute black girl with pigtails is on the front with vanilla ice cream in hand. I follow behind Andreas as we walk inside, the only people in here are a mother and daughter.
We stand in line, waiting for our order to be taken, "Hi, welcome to Carrie's Ice cream Emporium, what would you like to order?" says the employee. She's a black girl with a short bob and red glasses, she looks all of 16.
Andreas lets me order first, "I'll take chocolate chip ice cream with a waffle cone."
"And what about you, sir."
"Of course, I like my women like I like my ice cream, chocolate." I pinch his arm, the girl blushes and punches in the order, mumbling something about how she'll have it ready in a minute.
We walk over to a table by the window, that looks out onto the road, cars race by.
"That hurt." He pouts.
"Well, I wouldn't have had to do that if you didn't say that. The girl practically ran away."
We sit at the table.
"I can't help it, you just taste so fucking delicious, people need to know." I taste good!
"Stop that." I chide.
"Stop what?" He says innocently.
I can't say more since the girl comes over with our ice cream, we say thank you, she tells us your welcome and quickly heads to the back.
As we eat our ice cream, a conversation sprouts between us.
"Did you like the game?" He asked me, licking his chocolate ice cream.
"Most definitely, although I didn't know what the actual fuck was going on, it was interesting."
He quips a brow, "What was the interesting part?"
"Mhm, seeing those big men, probably with a bigger dick than you, running across the field, colliding with each other as sweat beats down their forehead."
I swear I hear him growl under his breath, "Don't be talking about other men's dick around me Elizabeth."
"Awe, is someone hurt? Ego bruised?" My smile comes out sly.
"You could never hurt me." It looks like I'm hurting him right now.
I give my ice cream a slow, sultry lick as he watches me do it. I don't know what it is, but he brings out this wild side of me I can't control. "God, this is so good. You want to taste?" I lean out the ice cream for him.
He grumbles, then takes a huge bite out of it, "Fuck you! I said a lick, not a bite, you animal." He laughs.
"I just love ice cream that's all."
I move on to a more serious matter, "Did you see that James guy on the field?"
He stops licking his ice cream, eyes darkening, "Yeah, I saw his ass."
"Did he say anything to you?" Worry laces my voice.
"No. He knows better than that." What would he do if he did? Beat his ass? The thought of Andreas fighting someone, fist tight, and sweat beating down his forehead makes me wet. I think he can tell with the feral look on his face.
"Let's go to the car, I'm hungry for something else." We deposit our ice cream in the garbage, Andreas leaves a tip on the table. He walks so fast I can't keep up with him, I see his back muscles flex, oh how I want to run my fingers down it, claw at his pale skin. "Hurry up and get in Elizabeth." He mumbles.
Since his truck is so fucking tall, I climb into my seat, putting on the seatbelt. He immediately starts the car, driving fast down the open, dark road.
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"Are you, ok?" I ask from the passenger's seat.
"No, I'm extremely horny." His fingers clench on the steering wheel, he wouldn't even look my way.
"Oh!"
He assures me, "It's fine, Elizabeth. You don't have to do anything, or whatever, I can handle myself."
"I know you can, but. . ."
"But what?" With him pushing hard on the gas, we arrived at the house quickly. Since there's a party going on, we had to park on the street, well way down the street. I could hear loud music coming from the house, and many people stand around the driveway with crimson red cups in hand, some couples make out.
"Uh, nothing."
"No, tell me Elizabeth." His eyes are glued to me, a feral look was still in them. My throat turned dry as my palms felt clammy. How do you tell a guy that you want him? Right here, right now. Ever since he made me come, I couldn't stop thinking about when he was going to give me the next eye-rolling orgasm. Seeing him in the kitchen, coming out of the shower with only a towel on, and the glances he would give me at dinner didn't help. It's like he knew the effect he had on me, knew that I would come crawling back.
I hate to admit it but. . .I like Andreas Chen, and I may regret it tomorrow, but I want him, and I want him NOW.