Asking for Andre

by Minx Malone

  “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 vesti
ges 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.

  He’d given her some space yesterday as she’d asked and she could only hope he wouldn’t show up here today as he’d originally threatened. Law still hadn’t completely forgiven her for criticizing the ad in last week’s meeting. If he found out she was now sleeping with the client, she would be out of a job.

  “So I’ll be conducting a follow-up session with Indigo Jewelers in about thirty minutes that I could use your assistance with. Then after that we could go dance naked on 18th Street.”

  Casey nodded before the words sank in. “Wait, what?”

  Mya laughed and crossed her arms. “You’ve barely heard a word I’ve said. Where is your mind this morning? Or should I even ask?”

  Casey shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I’ve never been so happy to see the weekend arrive.”

  A distinguished woman approached then, looking them both over from head to toe. She wore a fitted black suit with a matching hat that obscured her face. The soft sheen of pearls glinted from around her throat.

  “Excuse me, I need some assistance.” She somehow managed to look down on them both despite her short stature.

  “Yes ma’am. Are you here for the Indigo meeting?” Mya held out a hand and the woman gave it a perfunctory shake.

  “No indeed. I’m with the Lavin Group.”

  Casey turned sharply. “Andre said he wasn’t coming in today.”

  When she looked up, Casey felt her heart stop. It was Andre’s mother. Mrs. Lavin’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so? You seem to know more about my son’s activities than I do.”

  Whatever Casey was about to say instantly turned to dust in her throat. She glanced at Mya from the corner of her eye. The other woman wore a mirror of her own expression, surprise and horror written all over her face.

  Casey cleared her throat. “I just meant that Mr. Lavin isn’t scheduled for a meeting today. Was there a change of plans?”

  Andre rushed up behind them. “Yes, something has come up.”

  He turned to Casey and gave her a warm smile. She closed her eyes. Flirting in front of her coworkers was a bad idea but flirting in front of his mother was just not happening.

  Mya squeezed her arm and when Casey jumped, she winked. “I’ll let Mr. Lawson know everyone is here. Why don’t you show the Lavins to whatever conference room is available?”

  Casey nodded, grateful for the direction. “Please follow me.”

  The first conference room they passed was empty so she ushered them in. Even if someone else was scheduled to use the room, she would just have to juggle the schedule around. Anything was better than standing in the hallway with her lover and his disapproving mother.

  “Mr. Lavin. How unexpected!” Law came in so quickly that the door almost knocked Casey off her feet. She took the opportunity to duck out, ignoring Andre’s scowl. She marched down the hallway at a fast clip until she reached the ladies’ restroom. At least he couldn’t follow her in there.

  “That’s what you think. Do you always talk to yourself when you’re nervous?”

  Casey squealed when his face appeared in the mirror behind her. “What are you doing? This is the ladies’ room.”

  He nuzzled the side of her neck and she felt her panties grow damp. She clenched her fists and fought back the desire already curling through her veins. With him, the slightest touch sent her over the edge. Just a look and she was dripping wet, ready for him. If it didn’t feel so good, it would be painful.

  “You’re avoiding me. I’ve missed you.” Andre closed his eyes as he spoke and her heart warmed. I’ve missed you, too. Ambushing her at work wasn’t her preferred method of contact but she hadn’t allowed him any other choice. She’d turned off her phone and he didn’t know where she lived. He was reaching out to her the only way he could.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say yet. Things were never supposed to go so far between us.”

  “I know. One night.” He sounded angry. Casey turned to meet the harsh flint of his gaze in the mirror. They looked like an advertisement themselves, his dark European good looks against the staunch conservatism of her proper high-necked blouse and pencil skirt. He followed her eyes in the mirror down to where her bottom pressed back against his groin. His cock hardened and pressed against the crack of her ass, and she hummed in delight and pushed back against it.

  “I could take you just like this.” His head lifted and their gazes met in the mirror. What he saw there must have pleased him because he smiled craftily and walked over to the door, flipping the top latch with a loud click.

  Casey shook her head rapidly as he stalked back to her, knowing even as the protest rose to her lips that it was useless. She’d been without him for two days. Two whole days. Her system cried out for a fix, her pussy already clenching in anticipation of his possession. She could deny it all day but they both knew she wanted this. Needed this.

  “Put your hands on the sink.” Andre placed her hands against the cool surface of the counter. She sucked in quick, uneven breaths as his hands trailed over her back down to the curve of her bottom. He lifted her skirt quickly and folded it up over her back.

  His hands shook slightly as he peeled her thin panties down her legs. “Dio, your scent drives me crazy.” She stepped out of them carefully and watched as he brought the cotton to his nose and inhaled. “If I could bottle this I would make a fortune.”

  He tucked her panties in the interior pocket of his suit jacket and she knew she wouldn’t be getting them back. Forcing her to work the rest of the day bare-assed was something he probably found amusing. He would no doubt find it a fitting punishment for ignoring his calls and denying him her body.

  “Spread your legs.” Andre pushed her forward and stepped between her outstretched legs, forcing her to brace them wider. He reached down and unzipped his slacks in a hurried movement. “It’s been two days. Too long,” he muttered. She wasn’t even sure he was talking to her anymore, so much as speaking aloud.

  “I can’t go this long without you again.” He thrust inside her and she cried out at the sudden shocking invasion. He pulled back and stroked into her again, pressing hard until he sank in all the way. With his back covering hers, his arms holding her down, she felt completely overpowered. Completely overwhelmed.

  “Say you’ll stay with me.” He reached between their legs and cradled her with his palm, the heel of his hand tight against her clit. She whimpered at the hot coil of pressure building beneath his hand, her desire spiraling out from the hard pistoning movement of his cock to the gentle rocking pressure of his palm. His strokes varied in speed but they were all deep, forceful reminders of something she couldn’t deny.

  He commanded her body in a way no one ever had. He held the key to all her physical desires as if she were a treasure box that only he could unlock.

  He gripped her hair and the bite of pain only sharpened what she felt inside.

  “Yes.
I’ll stay with you! Anything you want.”

  Andre powered into her from behind, riding her hard, pushing her to her limits. Casey stared at their image in the mirror and was momentarily shocked. He looked carnal, with the long, curling strands of her hair wrapped around his fist. She looked sultry with her kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. If she could have taken a snapshot of the image she would have. Something to take out after this whirlwind affair was over to remind her of what he’d taught her about herself.

  “Andre, please!“ She cried out as he flicked his finger against her clit, tickling her in conjunction with his thrusts, his cock and his finger moving as one. The amplified sensation brought her to the teetering edge of her orgasm, the towering wave of pleasure hovering, ready to crash down on her at any moment.

  Casey broke when he pinched her clit gently. She buried her face in her arm to stifle the cries she couldn’t contain. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood as the last tremors of her release shook her.

  “Damn it. I didn’t mean to do that.” Andre pulled out gently and rested his forehead against her back. “I didn’t use protection. You make me so crazy, I didn’t even think.” He smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and helped her stand.

  “You make me crazy too,” she whispered.

  Suddenly things felt awkward, standing with him in a bathroom of all places, with the smell of their sex all around them. Casey didn’t know what to say to make things right. The only thing he wanted to hear was something she couldn’t say.

  “I need my panties back.”

  “You’ll get them back. Tonight.” Andre grinned and patted the pocket of his jacket. “In the meantime, their absence will remind you of me.”

  He held her head in his hands so she couldn’t avoid his eyes. “I can stay in the States for a while. I have enough business interests here that it would make sense. I want you to move in with me.”

  Casey pulled back in surprise and covered her mouth with her hand. “Move in with you?”