Page 57 of Hunt You Down

“Fuck!” he growled, tugging me off when he became too sensitive.

I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth off with my thumb. “Was that okay?”

“Perfect,” André huffed, chest heaving. His eyes sank pointedly to the erection tenting the front of my sweats. “You feeling okay?” I nodded. “Good,” he said, lips curling into a sinister grin. “It’s your turn.”

André hauled me to my feet and tugged me into his lap. My knees landed to either side of his thighs, my eyes rolling back in my head when he tugged my hips down. In one swift move, he had my pants down and my cock in his hand. He leaned over and spat into his palm, massaging it into my shaft. My hips stuttered. I was close, and when André squeezed his hand, my orgasm raced down my spine.

Panting, I fucked into André’s fist. Lips met my neck, and he whispered soft praises against my skin. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, nipping at the tender flesh. I gasped, shoving my cock through his palm.

“I’m close,” I wheezed. “Please… please let me come.”

With the brush of André’s thumb over my cockhead, my body didn’t wait for anyone’s permission. I came hard, white ropes coating André’s hand. He watched with rapt attention, wetting his lips.

The high faded, and shame colored my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” André brought his hand to his mouth and I whimpered, watching as he licked my release off his fingers.

I rested back and gasped, feeling André’s erection digging into my ass. “Round two?” he questioned.

Smiling, I nodded, and André lifted me into his arms to carry me to bed.

After, I laid on his chest, tracing soft shapes over his stomach. “Baby, I want you to do something for me,” I said, him wiggling beneath my touch. I didn’t use pet names often, but it was something I wanted to work on—and André clearly loved it.

“What’s that?”

I peered up at him. “I want you to get up Monday morning, put on your best suit, and bring the hammer down on that guy who’s jerking you around. Close that fucking deal—just like I know you can do.”

André laughed, lips meeting my forehead. “You got it baby. But if it works, you know we’ll have to do this every time, right?”

I’d be okay with that.

The next morning, I woke up to André setting my meds on the nightstand with a full glass of water. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

I flipped onto my back and stretched. “I won’t apologize. You wore me out.”

I took the antibiotic and chased it with some water, but left the painkiller. André’s eyes landed on it when he came out of the bathroom. “Do you not want that?”

“No, I don’t need it today.”

André looked at me, searching my face for any hint of a lie. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I said. “They make me feel sick, and I’m over it.”

After a brief pause, André smiled. “Go get dressed. I’ll take you out.”

God, I never thought I’d miss the feeling of the sun on my skin. I hadn’t left the apartment in days, and I was starting to feel the effects.

André led me to a small café, where I proceeded to eat everything I could get my hands on. André sipped at his boring black coffee, picking at a grilled sandwich while I inhaled everything in sight. Somewhere around the third sandwich, I slowed. My stomach was so full that my jeans dug into me.

André laughed as I sat back in my seat, stealthily undoing my button. “Don’t you judge me,” I mumbled through a mouthful of food.

He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not, cross my heart.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but flinched when a hand landed on my shoulder. Startled, I knocked my silverware, sending it clattering to the floor.

André looked over my head and smiled, but I didn’t relax until Amanda came into view, a baby carrier hanging off her arm. André pulled over a fourth chair as Amanda lowered herself into the empty one.