One Shots

"You know he wants to take you home, right?"

I shot Nicklas a grin and took a long sip of my drink. He laughed and nudged my side, his elbow digging in below my ribs as I leaned away.

"He's quite smitten with you."

"He's young," I retorted, watching Andre chat with a few guys across the room. He ran his fingers through his dark curls and met my eyes, one of them closing in a quick wink.

"He's a good guy. You should give him a chance Val." Nick pulled my attention back and I dropped my gaze, smiling down at my hands. "You care for him?" I nodded and chewed thoughtfully on my cheek before downing the rest of my champagne. "Then what is the issue?"

"I'm four years older than him, Nicky. Doesn't that seem... weird?"

"Valerie, age is just a number. Why does that hold any merit on your relationship with him?"

I shrugged, truly not knowing the answer to his question. He moved to say something but stopped short as a hand fell on my shoulder, squeezing softly. My stomach flipped when he leaned down to kiss my cheek.

"What are you guys talking about?" Andre asked, pulling a chair close and slinging an arm over my shoulder. Nick smiled and took another sip of his drink as I set my hand on Andre's knee.

"You, actually."

His brown eyes widened in a happy surprise and I watched a blush creep up his neck, the tight collar of his shirt resting on his collar bone. It was so sweet, so conflicting knowing what was resting under the grey button down he'd donned that evening. His jacket was snug over his shoulders and I watched it taper down as his abdomen narrowed.

“Good things I hope.” Nick nodded and I followed, leaning into Andre and kissing his cheek. “You want to get out of here?”

I nodded and he held a hand out, wrapping his arm around my waist and nodded to Nicky as we made our way towards the door. The air was brisk and I shivered, tugging the sleeves of my dress down to cover my arms. Andre kept his eyes up to watch for the Uber but slid off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?”

He shook his head as a car pulled up to us, reaching for the door handle and allowing me to slip inside. I settled into the bucket seat as he walked to the other side and climbed next to me.

I buried my face in his chest and he chuckled as we pulled into the D.C. traffic, the tinted windows giving us a private moment to relax. He trailed his fingers along my thigh, talking about the party we’d just left and diving into an anecdote about Tom’s antics. His lips were mesmerizing and I couldn’t stop watching them move, occasionally pulling into a wide smile.

“Valerie?”

“I’m so sorry, I was- what?”

“We’re at your building.” He nodded towards the tower next to us, grey brick trimmed in steel and rising thirty-six stories into the city skyline. I glanced over and back to him with a frown, taking a long minute to study him in the dim light of the car.

“Will you come up with me?”

His grin widened as he nodded, pulling me in for a quick kiss before hopping out. I grabbed the door handle and opened it, meeting him on the street with a nervous hand in his. We made our way inside and into the elevator, his hand on my hip as I reached for the button to my floor.

“Did you have fun tonight Älskling?”

“I did,” I sighed, falling into him and kissing the warm skin of his neck. I could feel his pulse under my lips and it quickened as I slid my hands under his suit jacket. His taut stomach clenched beneath my fingertips and I swooned, thankful for his grip on me to keep me from hitting the floor. A soft ding signalled our arrival to my floor and we righted ourselves, stepping out with a whimper from Andre.

“21 B.” He observed, reaching out to trace the gold numbers and letter next to my front door. I fumbled with the keys and pushed the door in, pulling him close behind me.

“Do you want a drink?” I offered, turning just in time for him to kiss me. He tucked a finger under my chin and leaned close, his lips soft and firm against my own. My hands went to his shoulders immediately, wrapping around his neck to knot in his dark curls. He smiled and traced my bottom lip with his tongue, biting down on my lip and earning a throaty moan from me.

“Andre,” I panted, his hips grinding against mine as he slipped a knee between my legs, “I want you. Oh god, I want to but…”

“But what darling?” He slid his hands to the dip of my waist and backed me into the counter, effortlessly lifting me onto the cool granite before dropping his lips to my neck. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re so young.” It was a weak protest and I impulsively hooked my leg over his hip, kicking my shoes off to press my heel into his ass. I needed him closer, needed to feel the heat of his body without all these clothes between us. He bit down on my collarbone and I melted into him, pressing my clothed core against his growing erection.

“Valerie, I’m 22, I’m not exactly a virgin. And I really care about you.”

“That’s just it, Andre. You’re a baby! You should be fucking girls your own age. I’m just too-”

“Too sexy? Too smart? What is the problem?”

“Too much for you to handle.”

He leaned back and eyed me, his brow raised in an excited arch. I immediately regretted my words, the smirk on his lips a quick confirmation that he’d taken it as a challenge.

“Andre, I- I didn’t mean it that way.” I reached for him but he stepped back, hands in the air like he was surrendering to gunfire. Guilt burned in my stomach and I let my head fall forward, pinching the bridge of my nose and fumbling for words. “I just meant that you… you’re young and you should be-”

“Whoring around?” He offered, loosened his tie and I watched his jaw clench.

“Sowing your wild oats. You should be a twenty-two year old. You should have fun.”

“I don’t want oats, I want you. And you’re fun, for an old person and all.”
He giggled as I pinched his forearm, taking a strong grip on my wrist to pull me close for a kiss on my temple. I let him take my face in his hands, his thumbs dancing along my eyelashes and down the bridge of my nose. He brushed his lips against my eyelids, one on each before moving to the tip of my nose and finally the corner of my mouth.

“Andre, I’m not looking to fool around.”

“Neither am I.” he mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of my neck and tracing a hot line of kisses down to the collar of my dress.

“And I need someone who can take care of me.”

“Make me a list and I’ll get you anything you want.” His fingers danced along the zipper trailing down my spine, stopping at the curve of my ass to rest his hands there.

“I don’t mean financially, I mean-”

“Sexually?”

“Emotionally. But yes, that too.”

He ran his hands up my thighs, stopping short of the band of my thong, and met my eyes again. “You don’t think I can fuck you right? That I can make you come?” His fingers ghosted over my pussy and I hummed thoughtfully, letting my head drop onto his shoulder. The warm breath against my ear brought goosebumps as he leaned in to whisper, “Älskling, if that’s true you are in for a shock.”

Notes

I'd take a bullet for this guy