Page 26 of Hunt You Down

André wiped his mouth with his thumb, getting to his feet. My legs had barely stopped quivering before I lowered myself to the tile, wrapping my hand around André’s thick length.

“You don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“Try and stop me.”

I lunged, using my tongue to trace the prominent vein along the underside of his cock. It pulsed, milking a drop of precome onto my tongue, and I happily lapped it up.

André shuddered, spearing his fingers through my hair. His thumb stroked my scalp while he whispered soft praises to me.

Shit, he was big. I had to take my time, because if I gave into my desperation, I’d suffocate.

Hell, I’d die happy.

The man above me moaned, urging me forward. “You can take it, baby.”

I hummed, vibrating his skin. God, he tasted incredible. Eagerly, I sucked—hard. André cried out, fucking into my mouth and hitting my throat.

I dropped my hand, swallowing him to the hilt. With my fingers digging into his toned thighs, I let him set the pace. He thrusted and I gagged, but recovered. The sound only seemed to make him harder. André continued whispering the soft praises, pumping his hips in time to the thumping of my heart.

“David…” André sighed.

A flood of come rushed down my throat, and I sputtered. Eager, I swallowed every drop, licking my lips when André withdrew from my mouth. “Get up here, darlin’.”

He helped me to my feet, taking me into his arms. With the same tenderness as before, he washed me from head to toe, and allowed me to do the same to him. We both moved on wobbly legs, fighting to stay standing. Finally, André turned off the water and fetched two fluffy red towels, wrapping one around my waist before securing his own.

“Damn, you wore me out.” He hooked an arm around my waist, leaning down to give me a kiss.

I gave him a satisfied smile. “Maybe next time I will just throw myself into your lap. You’re right: talking does nothing but waste time.”

André readied himself for bed and—still in nothing but the towel—I hovered awkwardly in the bathroom doorway. Closing my eyes, and mustering every ounce of courage I could, I decided to try out asking for what I wanted. “Can I still sleep with you?”

“Of course you can.”

André and I both dropped our towels and climbed into bed. Naturally, I turned my back to the door. Without missing a beat, André slid over and slipped his arm around my waist. I tensed, but instead of panicking, I relaxed into his arms.

“Get some rest, baby,” he muttered, exhaustion evident in his voice. I mumbled something that was hardly even English. Before either of us knew it, we were out like a light.

Chapter Fourteen

It couldn’t have been more than a few hours later that feather-light lips across my forehead woke me up. “I’m sorry baby, I hate to wake you,” André whispered.

“What’s going on?” I sat up, groggy, and stretched my arms above my head. I wanted to go back to sleep.

Movement to my right caught my eye, and André was slipping into a navy blue jacket, equally as expensive-looking as the one from before.

“Do you have to work?”

André grimaced. “Unfortunately. Just for a few hours.” He reached for his watch, fastening it with a grumble. “Mitchell’s fucking incompetent… You can come with me if you want.”

My first instinct was to agree, not wanting to be away from him any longer than necessary. Then I remembered that other people worked in his office, and I swiftly shut my mouth. The thought of being around that many people spiked my heart rate and made it hard to breathe.

André must have been able to read my thoughts. “You don’t have to.” He perched next to me, drawing me closer. “You’re more than welcome to stay here. You’ll be safe.”

“I’m sorry. I just don’t think I’m ready for all that yet.”

“Don’t apologize, baby.” André cupped his hand around my neck and leaned in for a kiss, and I melted into his embrace. The man kissed me like he’d never get the chance again, like he wanted to savor every second. I swallowed a noise of protest as he stood and grabbed his things from the nightstand. “There’s breakfast in the microwave if you get hungry. I promise I’ll be back by lunch.”

Another quick peck from his lips, and he was out the door. The click of the front door shutting solidified the fact that I was alone. I laid in bed for a while, staring out of the picture window and trying to make myself believe that this wasn’t all a dream. A chill shot down my spine, and reality set in. Regan could find me at any second. If he was determined enough, he’d find me anywhere.