Hey Red

Waking up in Andrew's bed to see he was nowhere to be found, but his mother stood unamused in the kitchen, ready to chew me out, was exactly how I imagined this would go. She had every right to fire me. I broke the rules, and I was lucky I wasn't suspended for my conduct.

Queenie benched me for the next week to avoid having Janine Cody come for my head, so I decided to treat it like a mini-staycation. I used the time at home to relax and catch up on some reading while working on my tan but a knock on the door pulled me from my relaxation.

I opened the door and froze instantly. Andrew Cody stood there looking anxious, paranoid and a little bit sad.

"Andrew? How-"

"You left." He said abruptly.

"W-what?" I was in shock that he was here, mostly because we've never been here, no client is ever given my personal information and yet here stood the guy who I was sitting on probation for.

"You left...I went to get you coffee, and you left... why...why did you go?" He asked, his voice carrying a weight of hurt. I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that he had somehow found my legal name and managed to get my address. I made a mental note to let Queenie know her whole security protocol sucked.

"C-come inside." I opened the door wider for him and allowed him inside. Andrew stood with his shoulders back but he fidgeted with his hands.

"They sent someone else...I asked for you and they said you weren't available, so I did some digging and found your information." Andrew started explaining himself and I grabbed his hands to stop him from fidgeting.

"Hey....it's okay. While this is...way far out of bounds, I acknowledge that it was shitty of me to just leave and not say anything but to be fair, I didn't really have an option. Janine gave me the boot and then called my boss so you won't be able to be a client anymore, at least not with me." I watched his face change.

"Smurf...I should have known." Andrew shakes his head.

"I can't believe you went out of your way to actually find me." This whole situation was so crazy to me, but I knew that Andrew wasn't like most of my clients. He was different, not in a bad way. He was special. He carried himself like a man who could kill you without remorse, but there was a pain inside of him, a softness that desperately wanted to be loved and nurtured in a world that was chaotic and bloody.

"Please don't make me leave...I will pay you whatever you want, just please-" I shook my head, putting my hand on his chest.

"Why would you pay me? You're visiting a friend, right?" I lied through my teeth, trying to put him at ease.

"I..I don't want to be your friend...I want to fuck you...I want to be near you...please." Andrew's body caged mine against the wall.

"Tell me what I need to do..." Andrew's nose bumped against mine, his eyes staring boring holes into me. I could feel the need radiating off of him.

"You need me to tell you what to do?" I nudged my nose against his so he would lift his head back enough for me to meet his gaze. Andrew nodded softly.

"Take your cock out," I said firmly. His face seemed surprised at first, but he started undoing his jeans with little hesitation. I looked down at him as he freed himself.

"You can do better than that. I want to see you, all of you." I ran my hands over his chest, encouraging him. He stroked himself until he was fully hard.

"That's a good boy. You're so beautiful." Andrew's jaw tightened as I let my hands find the head of his cock.

"Don't close your eyes. Keep them on me." I ordered as I teased the head with my fingernails. His mouth parted, and he let out a shaky breath.

"Please..." He begged. I couldn't help but smile at his pleas.

"What do you need, Andrew? Use your words." I pumped him slowly as his palms pressed against the wall.

"Y-you...I need you...please." He whined from his throat and let go of his cock to take his chin into my hand.

"Good boy." I gave him a nod, and he lifted me off my feet, pulling my robe away from my body to attach his mouth to my neck. I ran my fingers through his curls as he pressed himself against me. I could feel his already leaking cock against my belly.

"Mmm...I want you to fuck me, Andrew. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can fuck me until I'm screaming your name?" I jerked his head back by the curls my fingers were tangled in and his face changed from desperate to determined. He reached between our bodies and gripped himself, tearing my panties to the side and shoving inside without warning.

My jaw fell open at the size, like it had that day at the house the first time we tried to fuck.

"Fuck...Andrew." I moaned his name, and he tightened his hold on my thighs so he could make his thrusts harder.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you? I can do that. I can fuck you." He gritted his teeth as he pounded into me, grunts on the tongue of every word.

"Eyes on me...and you can cum when I say you can cum." I commanded, gripping his chin tightly. He nodded as he stared at me.

"I need confirmation that you understand." He slowed his pace.

"Yes ma'am." It came out like a whisper. His entire demeanor changed. His thrusts were strong, completely in a steady rhythm, like he wanted to perform for me.

"You're fucking me so good, Andrew. You're such a good boy." I moaned into his ear, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

"G-good boy....for you." His words were muffled by my shoulder.

"What was that? You want to be a good boy for me?" I asked. He was starting to sweat.

"Y-yes. I want to be your good boy. P-please...fuck." He was close.

"What do you need, good boy? You need me to praise you? Need me to tell you how strong you are?" I started sucking the vein in his neck, and I could hear his breathing pick up.

"Please...I need-" Andrew begged.

"You wanna cum, good boy? Is that what you need?" I started bearing down against him, and he moaned.

"Yes, please...I need-" Andrew whimpered. Having this kind of control over him was thrilling. He carried himself as someone who very rarely ever let someone take the lead.

"Andrew....cum for me." I growled into his ear and he whimpered as he filled me with deep, hard thrusts. I could feel the warmth spreading and dripping onto the floor as he slowed his hips. He buried his face into my chest and I stroked his damp curls.