Now You Know
Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You love the sound of Andy’s voice, especially when he stakes his claim on you. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, car sex, voice kink, possessive behavior, dirty talking Andy (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Proud I was able to find a moment to write and share this fic for the beautiful @whisperlullaby and her challenge. Congrats again! Beta read by the wonderful @buckyownsmylife, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely!
18+ Please!!! Enjoy, lovelies!
Andy Barber was out of your league. At least, you felt like he was. Compassionate, confident and insanely gorgeous, he was a dream come true in the form of a man. You were lucky to have him, even though he always shook his head when you said that.
“It’s the other way around, honey.”
While you wondered some days why Andy chose you when he could have anyone else in the world, he never once made you doubt his feelings for you. He was attentive, loving and made you feel beautiful. And having that attention on you when he spoke made you feel powerful, like he was speaking just for you. He could have read you the phone book and you would have thanked him for it.
It caught you off guard in the beginning, how easily you hung on his every word. It made you feel clingy when you explained it to your friend, but she said that wasn’t the case. It was a voice kink, specifically his. You just loved the sound of it. Especially when his lips were against the shell of your ear.
“You look beautiful, honey. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?” he asked, admiring you in the mirror.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” you teased, smoothing your dress out with your hands. If he only knew how soaked your panties were…
“We won’t stay long,” he promised. He didn’t want to go to this work party, but he had to make an appearance. Both of you knew he preferred quiet nights at home. Or not so quiet when he had you screaming his name.
“You can ravish me as soon as we come back.”
“Is that a promise?” he whispered.
You proudly managed to swallow your whine. You had some self control. “Promise.”
You couldn’t recall the drive to the party. Your mind was too occupied thinking of the ways Andy would ruin you. Suffice to say, you were addicted to him. But he wanted you just as much.
Andy swore under his breath when you walked into the party and you didn't understand why. After a moment, you realized a few men were looking your way with hunger in their eyes. The attention didn't mean anything to you because you didn't want them. You weren't theirs to look at. The only one you wanted to look your way had his arm around your waist. And it didn't go unnoticed how his grip suddenly tightened.
"I'm not leaving you alone for a second."
"Andy, you have to mingle," you reminded him, but you had to smile when his nose crinkled in annoyance.
"Fifteen minutes. I'm timing it," he teased.
"Andy!" a woman shrieked, making you cover your mouth before you could laugh.
"I think Mrs. Thomas wants your attention. I'll get us a drink."
"I said I'm not leaving your side," he warned, his voice not quite in dangerous territory. It was still enough to send a happy chill down your spine.
"I'll be right over there," you gestured to the bar, giving him a quick peck on the lips before he could protest.
You pulled out of his grasp to make your way over, smiling at the bartender. Before you could open your mouth to speak, someone slid beside you.
“Can I get you a drink?”
You turned your head, not recognizing the guy beside you. You tried to make it a point to know who Andy worked with. "No, thanks."
"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes raking over you. "I'd love it if you joined me for a drink."
You took a step to the side when he leaned in close. "I'm actually here with someone."
"Oh? Then why isn't he beside you?"
“He's right here, Charles."
You spun around, your breath caught in your throat at the fury in Andy's eyes. You should have known he was watching you.
“Andy. So sorry. I didn’t know,” Charles said unapologetically, though he put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "Your date is… stunning."
“Now you do. And she's not a date. She's mine. So fuck off.”
The low timber of Andy's voice rolled across your skin, making an ache settle right between your legs. You never heard his voice get that deep before outside of the bedroom and the surge of arousal made you whimper before you could stop yourself. His eyes flashed as he looked your way, no doubt having heard the sound you made. Your cheeks warmed as your gaze settled back on him, almost afraid to look away.
“I think we should leave,” he suggested, his voice still dangerously low.
You couldn’t find your voice as you nodded, letting him lead you away by the hand. What had gotten into him? “Andy,” you finally spoke.
“Knew I should have kept you home,” he muttered to himself as he pulled you to the car.
“Andy,” you tried again, surprised when he opened the back door of the car. He wordlessly got in before pulling you in beside him. “What are you-”
You were cut off as his lips met yours, opening up to him immediately. You pressed your body close as he deepened the kiss. His beard gently scraped your skin as he held the back of your neck, not giving you a chance to move away until he was satisfied.
“Are you mine, honey?” he questioned as he broke the kiss, moving his hand to your back to pull you in his lap.
Your dress rode up, your wet panties pressing against the front of his pants. His hard, covered length sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes, I’m yours.”
“Show me. Give me a ride,” he ordered, his hand sliding up your thigh to move your underwear aside. You gasped when his fingers brushed your folds. “But before you do that… Tell me what got you so wet.”
“I…” you tried as he moved his hand to unbuckle his belt. You needed his touch again.
“Was it me staking my claim? Or was it this?” he asked, his tone dropping an octave. It sent another jolt of pleasure to your throbbing core. “It was, wasn't it? You think I don’t know what my voice does to you?”
Of course, he knew. “Yes, Andy. Your voice turns me on,” you admitted. Like everything else about him.
“Mmm. I don't think it just turns you on. You get off on it. I could have told you to spread your legs for me in the middle of that party and you would have dropped to the floor. Let everyone see how wet your dripping wet cunt was before I fucked you senseless.”
Your trembling hands rested on his chest as he took his cock out. It should have been humiliating to be called out like that, but it felt exhilarating. You had no reason to be ashamed. “Yes. Because I’m yours.”
Andy chuckled so quietly you almost missed it. “Oh, honey. I’m yours, too.”
Feeling the thick head press against your tight hole, you tried to take more of him in. A hand gripped your hip before you could slam down, reminding you that you weren’t in control yet. His cock slowly breached you, making you feel the full drag of every inch. “Thought...you wanted a ride.”
“Maybe I just want to take a moment to appreciate how good your pussy feels around me. Fuck, you’re so wet. You're practically drowning my cock. This is all for me, isn’t it? All mine. Tell me.”
You shuddered as his grip loosened, letting you rock your hips. How you didn’t come immediately was an impressive feat. How many others could take that kind of praise, in that tone, from Andy Barber and not be reduced to a babbling mess? “It’s all for you.”
“And this,” he purred, snapping his hips up and making you cry out. “This is all yours. And you love it. You love my cock filling you up until you can’t even think.”
“Fuck! I love it!” you cried, uncaring if anyone outside of the car could hear you. Hell, you wanted them to. Anyone who had Andy Barber’s cock deep inside them should have shouted to the heavens in thanks.
“Feel good taking my cock like this? I’ll always make you feel good, honey. Always. Because you’re mine.”
The moan you let out was wanton. Being split open, feeling him hit that soft spot inside you, he was driving you to the edge of insanity. But it dawned on you in that moment that it wasn't just a voice kink that you had. You enjoyed that he was possessive of you. That he had to stuff you full of his cock just because another guy hit on you.
Andy placed wet, open mouthed kisses along your neck. "Who do you belong to, honey?" he groaned, bringing a hand up to grope your breasts through your dress. You arched into his touch, wishing your nipple could brush against his palm instead of your bra.
"You, Andy," you swore breathlessly, riding him faster and harder.
"That's right. And you promised more. That I could ravish you," he rasped, lightly biting over your racing pulse. "Maybe I'll blindfold you. Fuck your pretty little hole and keep my mouth right against your ear. Make you hear every grunt, every growl. See how many times you come just from my voice."
You arched your back, your whine desperate. You were so close to the edge, your thighs tense as you bounced up and down. You were made for him, made to take him. And you needed that coil inside you to snap. "Please, please. I need it. Need you."
"You have all of me," he swore, a growl seeping into the tender words as he leaned his head back to watch you. "Fuck, you're so good. Clenching down on my cock. Make a mess, honey. Come all over me."
His words triggered your release, your cries filling the small space as you gripped him tight. It was one of your best orgasms and he had given you more than plenty of those. He thrust through it until all you could do was take him.
"Need to come in you. Need to feel it when I fuck you in our bed."
"Fuck, please!" you begged, tightening your walls around him to get him there.
Andy's hips snapped up against yours before he stilled with a deep groan. You felt him fill you, making you clench around him again. You felt wrecked, owned and loved in the most passionate way. You were his.
You melted into him when he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, not moving from his lap. He placed a hand on your chest, your heart racing fast against it. After a moment, you giggled and pressed your forehead against his.
"What?" he asked with a smile.
"Didn't even make it fifteen minutes," you smiled back.
"We didn't," he chuckled, giving you another kiss. "But let's see how long it takes before you come again."
It was going to be a long night. A long, glorious night.
