Page 25 of Hunt You Down

“I could ask you the same thing,” I commented, trying to figure out how to ask for what I wanted.

“I slept a few hours. That seems to be all I need these days.” He relaxed in the seat, stretching his long legs out. Nope, he wasn’t wearing anything under his sweats, if the noticeable bulge between his thighs was anything to go by. I shuffled in place, and André continued. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

Christ; how hard was it for me to say I was horny?

I shook my head to both, looking everywhere in the room but at him.

André chuckled, no doubt at the fact that I was squirming like a teenager. “Baby, what’s wrong? You look like you’re about to jump out of your skin.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. He knew something was up now—there was no way I was getting out of it. “I um, want something and I don’t know how to ask,” I mumbled. “I-It’s no big deal, just…”

I trailed off, not entirely knowing where that sentence was going. I felt André’s eyes burning a hole through me, and when I finally looked over, my breath hitched. His eyes glowed under the warm light from the desk lamp, which seemed to shimmer over his skin. His brow was furrowed in confusion. If he was catching on, he didn’t show it. “Baby, whatever it is, it’s yours. Just tell me.”

I stammered, unable to say the words. What words exactly? I had no idea. What was I supposed to say? “Oh, I just had a dream about you fucking me in the shower so could you bend me over that desk and re-enact it please?” Deciding to show him instead, I groaned and pushed off the door frame. “I’ve never brought it up first before.” I picked one of his hands up, toying with his fingertips.

“You want attention?” he asked, still confused. I really thought he would’ve gotten the idea by now.

“S-s-sort of.”

I saw the moment it clicked. Fucking finally; I can stop making a fool out of myself.

“Oh, okay. I get it now.” His voice dropped down to that low rumble that made my heart race.

I swiftly turned my attention to the ground. “I-I-I’ve never initiated before.”

“Oh, baby; I’m easy. All you have to do with me is throw yourself in my lap, I’ll get the hint.” André let go of my hand, dropping it to my waistband and slipping behind the elastic. “There’s no need to waste time with a bunch of talking.”

“Good because I suck at talking,” I said, voice quavering when he cupped my erection in his large palm.

André turned and made room for me on the desk, all the while stroking my cock to full mast. He added pressure, and I moaned. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, lifting myself onto the desk. Any other time I’d be worried about my weight breaking it, but I was way too preoccupied by the hand in my crotch.

“Come forward a little, baby.” André helped me slide forward until I perched on the edge of the wood. I wobbled, but he steadied me with his hand on my hip. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”

All it took was about a microsecond and one swift move and he had my dick out of my pants and in his mouth. I drew in a quick breath, arching toward that wet heat.

“I-I don’t want to wake your neighbors,” I strained, trying to keep myself quiet.

André doubled down, swallowing me to the hilt. I cried out in response. With his nose buried in my groin, I thrusted into his mouth. I threaded my fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and eliciting a low hum of pleasure. The sound vibrated my shaft, and my spine tingled. “I’m not going to last like this.”

André popped off and wiped his mouth. I snarled in protest. “Good thing that was just a warmup.”

He ripped my boxer briefs off, throwing them to the floor. Pulling me in for a kiss, he lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the room.

I didn’t care where he was taking me. I was too busy chasing his tongue with mine. A door opened, and he set me on the floor, letting me find my feet before pushing me against the wall. He kissed me, clenching one of my ass cheeks in his hand, snaking the other between us to wrap around my shaft. “Bed or shower?” he growled, slowly stroking my cock.

“Huh?” Every blood cell I currently possessed was pulsing beneath André’s palm. There wasn’t anything left for me to process the question.

He leaned in close and growled into my ear. “I can either fuck you on the bed, or in the shower. The choice is yours.” He released me, forcing me to come to my senses to answer his question.

I bit my lip, squirming. André gave me a once-over, and I swear my cock got harder. I recounted my dream, and the water falling over us. “Shower.”

With a satisfied smile, André ghosted his lips across mine and went into the ensuite to start the water. I followed, stepping onto heated tile floors. The shower was nothing more than a cordoned off section of the room, only separated by a glass door. Water sprayed from a rainfall showerhead, pattering to the gray tiled floor.

I was still gawking over the sight when long fingers wrapping around my hips jolted me back to reality. “Go on, baby.”

André helped me into the shower, closing the glass door behind us and swiftly falling to his knees. I barely had time to get a gasp out before he sucked my cockhead into his mouth. Water pelted the both of us, hot droplets hardly registered against my heated skin. The man was an expert, twirling his tongue around my shaft in just the right way. I moaned, taking full advantage of being completely alone. The sound only spurred him on.

A hand dipped south, gently rolling my balls in his palm before continuing between my thighs. A single gentle finger rimmed my hole. Without lube, he didn’t dare try pushing through, but the sensation alone was enough to hurl me closer to my orgasm as André sucked my cock to the back of his throat. When I felt the hot, wet constriction, I erupted. He swallowed, and I shot again, pulsing my release down his throat. Clenching onto his shoulders, I gritted my teeth through oversensitivity until André had licked me clean.