Fiona had always been a sucker for a good story, and when she stumbled upon a stack of erotic magazines tucked under Andy's bed, she couldn't resist. She sprawled out on his unmade sheets, the scent of him lingering in the fabric, and flipped through the glossy pages. The words were bold, the images even bolder, and Fiona found herself reading aloud, her voice growing huskier with each passing paragraph.
Andy had been watching her from the doorway, his cock already straining against his jeans. He'd been trying to ignore the way Fiona's crop top rode up her thighs, the way her fingers absently traced the words in the magazine as if she were imagining the scenes playing out. But when he heard her voice, low and throaty, reading about a woman being fucked against a wall, he couldn't hold back anymore.
He stepped into the room, his boots thudding against the wooden floor, and Fiona's eyes flicked up to meet his. A smirk played on her lips as she caught sight of the bulge in his pants. "You like what you hear, Andy?" she purred, setting the magazine aside and spreading her legs just enough to tease him.
Andy didn't answer with words. Instead, he crossed the room in three long strides and dropped to his knees between her thighs. His hands slid up her legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans before tugging them down just enough to expose the damp lace of her panties. Fiona gasped as his fingers found her center, already soaked and aching for him.
"Fuck, you're wet," Andy growled, his breath hot against her skin as he nuzzled the fabric aside and dragged his tongue over her slit. Fiona's back arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lapped at her, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, until she was writhing beneath him.
She tore her panties to the side, baring herself to him completely, and Andy didn't waste a second. He speared two fingers inside her, curling them just right as his mouth worked her clit. Fiona's moans filled the room, her hips bucking against his face as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
"Please, Andy, fuck me," she begged, her voice raw with need. "I need you inside me."
Andy didn't need to be told twice. He stood, shucking his jeans and boxers in one motion, his cock springing free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. Fiona's eyes darkened with lust as she took him in, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips.
"Get on your knees," she ordered, and Andy obeyed, positioning himself between her thighs. Fiona wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking him slow and firm as she guided him to her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her, and with a single, desperate thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
Fiona cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against hers with each deep stroke. She met him thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her into the mattress. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the wet, obscene noises of their bodies joining.
Andy's fingers dug into her thighs, his grip bruising as he pounded into her, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her with every thrust. Fiona's back bowed, her body trembling as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed his name, her walls clenching around him as she came, her juices gushing around his shaft.
Andy groaned, his own release barreling down on him. "Fuck, Fiona," he growled, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside her, his cock pulsing as it pumped her full of his cum. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pinning her to the bed as they both gasped for air, their bodies slick with sweat.
Fiona traced idle patterns on his back, her fingers trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "So," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction, "next time, maybe you'll hide those magazines better."
Andy barked out a laugh, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. "Not a chance," he murmured, his cock already twitching back to life inside her. "I want to hear what you read next time."
Fiona grinned, her fingers wrapping around his shaft again. "Then get ready."