Asking for Andre (10 page)

His cock slid from between her lips, glistening with moisture, every time she moved. She gripped him tightly at the base and held him still as she licked up and down the full length.

“Yes,
piccolina
.
Taste all of me. Now suck it back in.” He watched her through slitted eyes as she bobbed over his cock, taking him as deep as she could. She swirled her tongue over the head with every stroke, savoring the heat and power of having a man completely in her thrall.

He cursed softly when she released him with a gentle
pop
and moved lower to lick and tease his balls. She took her time laving each one, taking them gently in her mouth. He praised her softly when she moved back to his cock, resuming her gentle attention to his shaft. His hips moved with her, lifting so he could thrust slightly deeper as she suckled.

She loved the way his thighs tensed under her hands, the slightly salty taste of his arousal and the harsh, erotic sounds he made each time he hit the back of her throat. It was arousing and powerful to hear the evidence of his passion, to feel him hot and hard in her mouth as he struggled not to come. A tiny indentation under the crown caught her attention and she played with the spot with her tongue.

“Cassandra…” he growled. His grip tightened in her hair before he erupted a second later.

His head was thrown back, his neck bulging as he strained with every pulse of his orgasm. His cum jetted down the back of her throat and she swallowed out of reflex more than intention. Surprisingly, she found herself relishing the slightly salty taste.

Casey held him in her mouth for a few more moments, gently sucking on the softening shaft. Andre moaned softly, pulling back until he slid from between her lips. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand as she crawled into the bed. He curled up behind her, his legs and arms caging her in. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five

Casey woke to find herself surrounded by darkness. Night had fallen and there was no light in the room to relieve her eyes, not even the glow of an alarm clock. She clutched the sheet to her breasts as she sat up and patted the mattress next to her. The bed was empty.

“Turn over.” The silken voice rose out of the darkness, startling her into dropping the sheet. Her eyes had adjusted enough to see the dark shape standing next to the bed.
Andre.

Her pussy immediately dampened as she scrambled to obey his command. The idea of being dominated by him, at the mercy of what he wanted, thrilled her.

“Did you enjoy taking me in your mouth?”

“Yes, oh yes.” She was trembling, excitement causing her heart to race. What was he going to do to her? Would he take her now, push the hard length between his legs deep inside her? Her pussy clenched in anticipation. She hadn’t gotten nearly enough of him the first time and her skin tingled waiting to see where he would touch her.

He was all male animal. This would be no civilized mating, no quick screw. He’d proven himself a man who took his time, who enjoyed eliciting her response and stripping her layers of defense away.

“Get up on your knees.”

His voice was closer now, floating, disembodied in the dark. She wanted him to touch her, to let her know he was there. It was silly, but without the physical contact her mind raced with the usual insecurities.

“You’re thinking too hard.” She jumped when his large hand settled on her backside. “I can almost hear the thoughts swirling around in there. Don’t think. Just feel.”

His hand trailed back to the exposed lips of her sex. She was feeling plenty now. She was about to jump out of her skin waiting to see what he would do next.

“I could do anything I wanted to you right now. I could spread you open and take you hard.”

She gulped at the naked longing in his voice.

“I could touch you here,” he growled as he speared two long fingers into her sex. “Or here.” His other hand tweaked one of her nipples.

“Yes, touch me. All of me. Whatever you want.” She was dangerously close to orgasm and just as close to insanity if he didn’t give her what she needed, his cock inside her, every inch, until she couldn’t take any more.

“What I want isn’t possible. What I want would take more than one night.” He chuckled darkly. “What I want would take fucking forever.”

Casey startled at the harsh language, turning to look over her shoulder. She couldn’t see him in the dark, just the general impression of his shape behind her.

Forever.

She hung her head, the implications of that word hanging in the air between them. Forever was too much for her to contemplate. All she wanted was right now.

“Take me, Andre. Show me how good it can be.”

His sudden intake of breath was her only answer before the fingers inside her plunged deeper. She cried out, her hands tangling in the linens as she pushed back against him. He stroked in and out, curling his fingers downward, igniting a firestorm of sensation. Her soft cries became a long, tortured moan when he abruptly withdrew.

A second later she heard the unmistakable rip of foil. She imagined him stroking a condom over his erection. Maybe next time he would allow her to do it. She’d love to take her time rolling it down his length, teasing him with soft touches and kisses along the way.

Andre teased her slick outer lips with his cock, rubbing through her juices to lubricate himself. Her muscles clenched in anticipation. She would finally have the full, proud length of him inside her again, stretching and filling her. The tip of his cock notched at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to his girth.

Even knowing she’d taken his length before, it was still a shock to feel so full of him. He stopped halfway, waiting as she panted and willed herself to relax. Then she felt one of his hands trail down over her hip and below to circle the hard point of her clit. A slow burn started from the flick of his fingers over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I want you to open for me. I’m going to give you every inch of this cock and you’ll take it. You’ll take all of me before we’re through.”

She spread her legs, the movement allowing him to sink deeper. She closed her eyes as his balls pressed against her clit. He was all the way in, as deep as he could go. He held himself perfectly still, as if afraid the slightest motion would frighten her.

“Take me.” Casey pushed back to emphasize her words. “Don’t stop now.” She squeezed, her internal muscles milking him.

Andre slammed forward, all restraint gone. She accepted him easily, her sheath still slick from her earlier orgasms. His strokes, soft at first, increased in pace over time as he gained confidence in her ability to handle his length. Before long he was slamming into her, over and over, every stroke pitching her off balance until she teetered precariously on the razor edge of desire. Then he reached down and pinched her clit and she came hard, squeezing her eyes shut as she trembled in his arms. A moment later he stopped moving and squeezed her hips as he came too.

He pulled out and flipped her over. “Stay with me tonight.”

She opened her eyes as the last shudders of her orgasm pulsed through her. She loved having him on top of her like this. Missionary position was always described as boring, perfunctory, but there was nothing boring about being covered from head to toe in Andre.

“That’s probably not a good idea. This is supposed to be casual, remember?” Her voice wavered. “Neither of us has time for a relationship right now, so we shouldn’t get attached.”

She hoped the reminder would help him get his mind away from the idea of her spending the night. As long as they each stuck to the plan, no one would get emotionally involved. No one would get hurt.

The way he’d treated her, the way he’d
worshiped
her body, was something she’d always remember. She didn’t want to fight. They had such a limited amount of time together before he left the country. She didn’t want any negative emotions ruining the memory for her.

He sat up and walked into the bathroom. She heard the sound of water running and assumed he was taking care of the used condom. He was also probably using the time to avoid her.

Casey sighed. She hadn’t meant to rebuff his offer so coldly. There were plenty of women who’d probably barter their firstborn child for the chance to make love all night with Andre Lavin.

The sound of water stopped and then the light went out again. She couldn’t see that well but felt the other side of the bed dip under his weight. That was all the warning she had before he covered her with his body again.

“You’re right but I just realized something. I promised you sex lessons and that includes a test.” His voice was a dark rumble in her ear, the gravelly sound so erotic that she knew if she’d been wearing panties, they’d be soaked.

She loved being pressed down into the mattress by his weight, his strong arms and legs cradling her, holding her captive as his mouth sought hers. She gave herself over to the sensual onslaught gratefully, her soft hum of delight swallowed by the depth of his kiss.

“Are you ready for your test?”

She could barely understand the question, much less formulate a response.

“What happens if I fail?” Her voice was breathy, more seductive than she could have imagined. Already he’d brought so many changes to her life, shown her how passionate she could be.

Instead of answering, he tugged her arms up and held them above her head, his eyes fixed on the sharp points of her nipples that rose and fell with each breath. Her eyes had adjusted enough to the dark so she could him, especially since they were so close. She’d never imagined it could matter so much what someone else thought of her. But it gave her such an unexpected thrill to see his eyes widen, his jaw clench.

“I suppose if you fail, I’ll have to start all over and teach you again.”

He leaned over and took her nipple in his mouth. Her back bowed off the bed, a shock of desire stunning her, so strong she almost couldn’t bear the sensation. She reached out frantically, her hands seeking his head. She wanted, needed that clever tongue on her other nipple as well. He was kissing and suckling all around it, deliberately avoiding the place she needed him to be.

She was an addict now, strung out on what he made her feel. She’d do almost anything as long as he didn’t stop.

“You taste like a woman should, hot and sweet.” His lips moved over her belly. Muscles danced under his mouth, his lips pressing featherlight kisses across her abdomen and down to the tops of her thighs. When he gently pried her legs open she didn’t protest. She’d lost all sense of modesty by now. Her legs fell open as if welcoming back a favored guest.

“And here’s my favorite treat.”

Andre traced the edges of her opening before dipping two long fingers inside. She panted at the delicious feeling of fullness, her pussy stuffed tight and aching for more. She clenched around his fingers involuntarily and they both groaned. He stroked in and out again before swiping a thumb across her clit. Her orgasm took her by surprise, washing over her like a tidal wave, all her muscles tightening and releasing as she clutched his shoulders. The last rolling wave of sensation left her sweaty and shaky.

This time when she heard the unmistakable sound of him opening a condom, she covered his hands with hers. Together they rolled it down his length. She squeezed the base of his cock gently. He swore under his breath and pushed her to her back again.

He slid inside, resting his head in the curve of her neck. The gesture was so unexpectedly tender that it brought tears to her eyes. He didn’t move for a long moment, just held her gently while caressing her hair, her face, the soft skin on the undersides of her arms. He captured one of her hands, turning it to kiss the palm. He muttered something softly in Italian before he began to move.

Unlike before, Andre didn’t seek to dominate but instead to cajole. Casey closed her eyes against a wave of pain as she thought of the moment when she’d have to walk away. She had to soak up every detail, the silken texture of his hair, the slightly rough brush of his face against hers, the bunch and flex of sleek muscles beneath her fingertips. Even his smell would be indelibly imprinted on her memory, the only vestiges of a day that seemed more a waking dream than reality.

As he clutched her tightly and roared his release, she closed her eyes and tried to freeze the moment in her mind, the last time she’d be with the man of her dreams.

* * * * *

“We need some help with the design boards for the Anderson Project.” Mya ticked off points on the fingers of her left hand on Friday morning as Casey halfheartedly scribbled notes on a yellow legal pad. “Also, we have an internal staff meeting scheduled for this afternoon.”

Casey nodded and covered her yawn with the back of her hand. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open after spending the better part of the week at Andre’s penthouse. One night had easily turned into three before she’d finally cut the cord and turned her phone off on Thursday morning.

He hadn’t been pleased when she’d insisted on leaving before dawn, but cuddling with him was an addiction she couldn’t afford. It was time to start weaning herself off him. He wasn’t her boyfriend and they weren’t having a real love affair. Something Andre was determined to ignore.