Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Despite my objections, André insisted on having lunch while we were out.
I couldn’t sit still. Every time I’d get myself under control, André would reach over and tease high on my thigh, getting me riled up all over again.
He sat next to me, tickling the seam in my jeans while I was somehow supposed to eat. The butterflies raging in my stomach didn’t like that idea.
After a long, grueling meal, André finally took me back to his apartment.
But upon walking through the front door, I was hit with the crushing reminder that I didn’t actually live there.
I hovered awkwardly in the middle of the living room, arms loaded with shopping bags. “Where should I put these?”
André kicked off his shoes and took the bags from my hands. “What do you mean?”
I wiggled out of my new sneakers, oddly missing the worn-in feel of my old ones. “Well, I don’t exactly live here… I don’t want to take up any of your space.”
“You could.” Seeing the panic on my face, he quickly added, “Someday. Eventually you could. I-It doesn’t even have to be here. We could find somewhere, anywhere…”
He stopped and took a deep breath. I smiled. Was he nervous? Then again, the idea of living with him permanently terrified me as well—but only because I wanted to do it.
“I don’t mind giving you space in my closet—what are you smiling about?” He laughed anxiously and ran a hand through his curls.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
“Fémen dyol ou! I’m not nervous!”
My stomach lurched. “I have no idea what you just said, but feel free to keep saying it.”
“Oh, now who’s nervous?” André wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned down to press his lips to mine. “Let’s go put your stuff where it belongs.”
He led me into his bedroom and opened the walk-in closet. He flipped the light on and set the bags down to start arranging hangers. He handed me empty ones while he swapped his jeans to another rail.
“You really don’t have to give up your space for me.” I began to start threading things on to hangers, passing them off as I did so.
André shrugged. “I don’t mind. I only put my stuff there to make it look less empty. It’ll be nice to see your stuff around.” He leaned over to kiss me, then swiftly ducked away. “I never realized how lonely this apartment was.”
André turned his back to me, pretending to fuss with the clothes. I dropped the sweatshirt in my hand and spun him around to face me. “God forbid you let yourself be vulnerable for half a second.”
He picked a hand up and brushed through my hair. “It’s scary,” he confessed in nothing more than a whisper. “I’ve never felt so exposed with someone.”
“You don’t have to explain that feeling to me. I packed up my life and moved to another state with someone after two hook-ups.”
“I’m really trying to prove myself to you,” he hushed, lips brushing mine, tantalizingly out of reach. “But it’s really difficult without knowing what’s expected of me.”
“The only thing I’ve ever known is pain. You haven’t given me that so in my book, you’re doing everything perfectly.”
André sealed his mouth over mine, turning to push me against the doorframe. Hangers clattered to the floor. I dropped my jaw, letting our tongues meet briefly before I reluctantly pulled away. “Fuck me like the first night,” I panted, breathless and dizzy from the one kiss.
“What do you mean?”
“Before you knew about my past—before you were worried about hurting me. If there’s a time where I want to be able to forget, I want it to be when we’re in bed.” I took his hand, guiding it south until he cupped my erection in his palm. I sighed, “Help me forget, André.”
André’s eyes darkened with lust, a primal urge lurking beneath the sparkling pools of green. The monster was back, and he was waiting to be released. “Safeword?”
I muttered the word, pushing onto my toes to kiss him. He gripped me under my ass, lifting until my legs wrapped around his waist. He glided across the room, laying me across the bed and placing one knee on the mattress to stretch over me.
“Turn,” he ordered, tugging off my shirt and tossing it aside.
I pivoted on the bed until my head was on the pillows. He gave me his thigh to grind against, reaching into the nightstand and emerging with a bundle of red satin.
“Give me your hands.”
I held out one at a time and allowed André to tie me to the bed frame. The restraints weren’t tight, but damn they held on. I tugged, and satin dug into my skin. I whined, wanting to feel his skin under my fingertips.
Before I could beg. André leaned down and licked into my mouth, grinding his hips into mine.
I was so hard it was painful. I whined and bucked underneath him, causing a chuckle to rumble up from his chest and vibrate my lips.
“Relax baby.” André straddled my lap, popping the button on my new jeans.
“You feel like you’re ready to pop. I’m just getting started. ”
I widened my legs and André knelt in the space between them.
He lowered my zipper, grinning when my cock throbbed against his knuckles.
He took his time peeling my jeans off and tossing them aside.
I whimpered, thrusting against his hand.
I was nearly bursting out of my boxer briefs.
Eyes fixed on my crotch, André sized up my erection like a predator with its prey.
“Don’t do anything without my say so,” he drawled. “Understood?”
I don’t know how he expected me to speak while he was palming my rigid cock. A squeaky, “Mmhmm” was all I could manage.
“Wrong answer, baby.” André lunged, latching onto a thick fistful of hair and tugging me until we were nose to nose.
He rocked his hips against mine, giving me just enough friction to frustrate me.
André moved over me with such confidence and when he spoke, it was nearly a growl.
I’d never wanted something so bad in my life.
With a sharp tug to my hair, he continued. “Have I made myself clear?”
Fuck. “Y-y-yes, sir,” I stammered.
“Good boy.” André kissed me, mouthing over my cheek, my neck, and down my chest. He let go of my hair in favor of hooking his fingers behind my underwear.
My heart pounded in my chest. Just a few months ago, the idea of being tied up and left to someone else’s mercy would have scared the shit out of me.
But not with André. By some strange twist of fate, I loved it when it came to him.
André swirled his tongue around one of my nipples, pulling me from my thoughts. I cried out and he switched to the other, hardening the nub before he nipped his way down my stomach.
He didn’t hold back, licking a stripe up the underside of my cock and sucking the head into his mouth. I shouted and tugged on the restraints, rattling the headboard.
“Faster,” I begged, attempting to fuck into his mouth.
André caught on to my plan. His arms looped under my thighs, tightening his hands around my hips and effectively bolting them to the bed. Surrendering, I threw my head onto the pillow and fought like hell not to blow without permission. When my dick began to throb, André popped off.
“Please don’t stop,” I cried out. I thrashed against restraints, desperate.
André’s eyes glimmered, eyes nearly black. His mouth quirked into a filthy grin. “I ain’t done yet, baby.”
Oh, shit.
André stretched over me, releasing my arms. I heard something fall, but his mouth was on mine and my concern flew out the window. Instinctively, I shot a hand down to my cock, giving myself a firm squeeze. André was none the wiser, and pried my hand away to pin it next to my head.
I whimpered in protest. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. But when I let you come, it’s going to be on my cock. Clear?”
I groaned, collapsing on the pillow. I could hardly find it in me to question what André was doing when he twisted our legs together. Then he spun, using our entwined legs to whip me onto my stomach.
André blanketed me with his body. My hips rocked of their own accord, fucking into the mattress. I was near bursting, but the satisfaction of being praised again was enough to keep me riding that edge. I whined again… I was so close.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed in my ear. “Think about how good I’ll let you feel soon.”
“How much longer?”
“I’ll tell you when.”
And then he was gone. The nightstand opened and shut again, and a wrapper crinkled
“André…” I panted, fear spiking in my chest. I couldn’t see him.
“Look up, baby.”
I did, and the breath whooshed out of my lungs. “Oh, shit…” I cried.
That something I heard fall? It was a panel on the headboard. André had flipped a latch, and let it fall to reveal a mirror that spanned the width of the bed. In the reflection, André smirked. “Better?”
I could only nod, drawing my knees underneath me and pushing against where André slipped cool fingers between my cheeks.
He pushed through, and the noise that ripped from my throat was so raw that it surprised even me.
André pulled back, adding a second finger.
He worked me open slowly, bumping against my prostate just enough to drive me wild.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the wide head of his cock notched against my entrance. “Ready baby?”
I moaned. “I’ve been ready.”
André pushed through, and his mouth fell open on a silent cry. With gentle rocks of his hips, he worked me open inch by inch. His eyes fluttered shut.
“Please,” I groaned. I couldn’t hold out much longer.
André’s eyes shot open, and his cock pulsed inside me. He stretched over me, burying himself to the hilt. I screamed and bucked against him. “What was that baby?”
“Please,” I sputtered. “Please let me come.”
André grinned at me through the mirror. He withdrew, snapping his hips forward with a powerful thrust, grazing my prostate. “Let me hear you beg some more.”