Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Hot water pelted my back and soaked my face.
Dripping wet hair stuck to my forehead and the top half of my body pressed against the glass.
Then I felt a rock-hard body behind me, and I moaned.
One of his hands went into my hair, latching onto a thick fistful.
The other stabilized my hip, and I whimpered.
I wanted him to grab something else, damn it! “Brace yourself, baby,” he whispered.
I gasped, awaking with a start. The first thing that I noticed was that I was in bed alone. The second? I was hard—painfully hard. No sunlight poked around the curtains. I glanced at the alarm clock on André’s nightstand: three in the morning.
I trudged out of bed, detouring to the bathroom before going in search of a drink. As I stood at the sink, a glow from beneath an almost shut door caught my attention—André’s office.
Before I could stop myself, I’d drifted over to that door.
I nudged it open and stepped into the room.
Dark, wooden bookshelves lined the walls and were full to the brim.
André sat at a vintage roll-top desk, laptop open and his headphones in.
He clearly hadn’t heard me enter. I took a step closer, and André whirled his head around, nearly jumping out of his seat.
“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” he said, removing his headphones. “I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.”
I apologized. “I saw the light on and thought you might be in here. Did I interrupt something?”
André spun his chair around to face me. “Not much. I was just doing some research for a client.” He noticed me shrinking back into the doorway. “What are you doing up?”
“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.
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.