Chapter 3
Chapter Three
We hastened through the front doors, somehow keeping our composure.
When the elevator doors slid shut, however, André pounced.
My back slammed against the wall, his hand flying to my crotch.
I moaned, the pressure just enough to ease the ache between my thighs.
His free hand grabbed at the beads, yanking me close.
He twisted the strands around his fist. Panic spiked in my chest, but André didn’t hinder my breathing. In fact, the constriction felt good.
The cheap, plastic beads soon snapped, and André tossed them to the floor.
I moaned, a little louder than I probably should have, but I was too turned on to care.
My hips rocked into his palm, his own erection grinding against my stomach.
I clenched his biceps, and the muscles rippled under my fingertips.
He was restraining himself, and I was determined to unleash the beast simmering beneath the surface. I needed him.
The elevator dinged on my floor and we leapt apart, righting our clothes just in time.
The doors opened and a family stood there.
Naturally, the kids were too excited to notice anything out of the ordinary.
The parents, however, flashed us a clearly judgmental look when they took in our disheveled appearances.
They ushered the kids into the elevator, shooting glares at us on the way.
One of the kids must have reached for the beads on the floor, because Mom said, “You don’t know where those have been!
” André and I snickered at each other, and he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side.
I searched for my key while André moved in close to my back.
He squeezed my hips, nipping at my neck.
In the midst of his teasing in the dark hallway, the cards in my wallet seemed to blur together.
I tried one card, then another. Finally, the third card was the right one.
The light flashed green and the door swung open.
André shoved me inside, pinning me against the closed door. My wallet and the loose cards clattered to the floor.
André dove for my neck again, cupping his hands under my ass and lifting.
I howled in delight and wrapped my legs tight around his waist. His hands slid underneath my shirt, nails scratching at my back.
My fingers speared through his hair to hold him in place.
He lapped at my neck, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
Testing the waters, I rolled my hips, moaning at the friction.
Emboldened by lust, I yanked him back by his hair, crushing our mouths together. This time, I speared my tongue through his lips. He dug his nails into my back, and I cried into the kiss.
André’s tongue tangled with mine, one of his hands fumbling at my belt while the other arm secured me around my waist. Damn the upper body strength…
Suddenly remembering I hadn’t exactly… prepared for this, I broke away from his mouth with a smack. “Please tell me you have a condom,” I panted. I could ask Dylan, but I wasn’t ready for the interrogation.
“Of course I do.” André turned. I gasped at being pulled away from the door. He drifted across the room, dropping me onto the bed. The breath whooshed out of my lungs. André crawled onto the mattress, blanketing me with his body. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take really good care of you.”
My heart skipped a beat. The bourbon had faded from my system, and I was running on nothing but lust and adrenaline. There was no evidence whatsoever of my earlier apprehension.
André cupped my erection in his hand and with a quick squeeze, I lost the ability to overthink it. It felt so good, and I wasn’t going to do anything to make that go away. I wrapped my arms around him, dragging my nails up his back. “P-please, just—”
“Shh.” André silenced me with a finger to my mouth, but a whimper pressed through. “I know you’re eager, baby, but you can’t rush this kind of magic.”
He took his hand away from my crotch, and I whined.
Single handedly, he worked open his belt, whipped it free from his jeans, and tossed it aside.
André leaned over and kissed me again, linking our fingers together and stretching my arms over my head.
He ground his hips into mine, and I groaned into the kiss.
André broke away, licking over my neck and sucking on my earlobe. Dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin, he released it and I arched into him for more. “It’s been a while since someone’s taken care of you, hasn’t it, darlin’?”
I could only nod. The fact that he expected me to speak when his cock was grinding against mine was pure torture.
André rode my lap, and I grew more desperate under him.
Realizing the effect it had on me, he smirked.
Our eyes locked, and he gave a slow, calculated roll of his hips.
He enjoyed seeing me writhe beneath him.
Just when I thought I’d come in my pants, he stopped.
I snarled as he rose off me and stood next to the bed, the noise becoming more guttural when he trailed a light touch along my belly.
“There’s a couple things I need to ask you before I keep going,” he said. “Is that okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“N-no.” By some twisted act of fate, I trusted him. If my raging hard-on was anything to go by, I loved everything he’d done to me and like a man possessed, I craved more. “Not at all.”
“Is anything off limits?”
I hesitated. I’d never really thought about it. Then again, I’d never been asked.
“David—”
“I need to be able to see you,” I huffed. “I’m open to most things, but I need to see what you’re doing.”
“I can work with that.” André began to unbutton his shirt until I lunged to stop him.
“No!” He raised a brow, pausing with his hand on the top button. “You can do whatever you want to me tonight, but I get to take that off you.”
He smirked, snatching the belt again. “Lose your shirt,” he ordered.
I obeyed, perhaps a little too eagerly. André only smiled, gathering my hands together and pinning them above my head once more.
He leaned over and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me again.
He didn’t, instead taking his belt and securing my wrists to the headboard.
I gasped when he pulled it taut, the leather biting into my skin. “Too tight?” he asked.
I shook my head, and he brushed his lips across mine, straightening to admire his handiwork.
“You look breathtaking, David.” I preened under the praise, my hips deciding to give him a show.
They wiggled against the bed, my dick seeking out friction.
To my relief, André straddled my lap again, grinding against me.
“You let me take care of you first,” he purred.
“Then you can tear these clothes off me. Is that alright with you?”
My breath hitched. The only response I could manage was a feeble nod, but it sufficed.
André lunged for my neck again, latching onto that sensitive spot that drove me wild.
He sucked, hard, teeth stinging the skin.
Just when it started to hurt, he pulled off and soothed the bite with his tongue.
André licked a path down my neck, nipping at my chest.
His tongue swirled around one pebbled nipple, then the other, bringing them both to hardened peaks.
Mouthing lower, he dipped into my belly button until I squirmed.
Fuck, I’d never been teased this way. I pried my eyes open, peering down at the man.
Green eyes looked back at me, sparkling in the weak light from the window.
With a wicked grin, he nipped and sucked his way down my stomach, leaving tiny red marks in his wake.
He stopped at my belt, glancing up at me. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I gasped, and it seemed to be the reaction he wanted.
A satisfying clink echoed through the room as André worked the buckle open.
The button on my jeans popped, then he lowered my zipper.
All too slowly, he peeled my jeans and boxer briefs off my legs.
With the last of my clothes hitting the floor, I lay in front of him, naked as the day I was born.
As desperate as I was to have his hands on me, I felt insecure.
With my arms restrained and André kneeling on my thighs, I couldn’t cover myself.
But before I could panic, I noticed that André wasn’t looking at the way my ribs showed beneath my skin, or how pale I was.
No, his gaze was fixed on my cock, which was currently leaving a sticky mess on my stomach.
“If you say stop, I’ll stop. Understand? ”
“Mmhmm.” I bit back another desperate cry.
André pounced, swallowing my dick to the hilt.
Any hope of remaining quiet went out the window.
I shouted so loudly that my throat ached.
André only smirked around my girth, swirling his warm tongue around the head and dipping into my slit.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. My eyes rolled back in my head, hips arching toward that hot, wet suction.
I tugged at my restraints, itching to touch him.
The leather creaked. With each pull, the belt tightened, stinging my skin.
I was no stranger to the feeling of bruises forming, but this was the first time I tugged harder, praying for more.
But I was determined to hold out until I got my hands on that man.
“Untie me,” I pleaded, gasping for breath.
Shit, that tongue! “Please…” André leapt up, swiftly untying my hands and tossing the belt aside.
Latching my fingers into his hair, I hauled him close and kissed the worry off his face.
Our tongues fought for dominance, and I cried into the kiss with the feeling of André’s fingers around my shaft.
I teased the buttons on his shirt, debating on whether I was bold enough to yank it off.
André pulled back long enough to say, “Do it,” then sealed his mouth over mine once more.
Say no more. I hooked my fingers around the hem and tugged, sending plastic buttons scattering across the floor with a satisfying rattle. André squeezed, and I moaned. I placed my hand over his chest, satisfied to feel his heartbeat matching mine, one thumping beat after another.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he puffed, voice quivering.
“Please,” I pleaded. I fisted a thick handful of hair, guiding him south.
André hooked his arms around my thighs and swallowed my cock down his throat, burying his nose in my groin. André was relentless, licking and sucking and massaging my balls until I was a whining, whimpering mess beneath him. How I hadn’t erupted yet was beyond me.
I pried my eyes open, risking a glance. “Oh, shit,” I wailed, throwing my head back onto the pillow.
Like a bucket of ice water over my head, my wonderful brother chose that precise moment to knock on the door. “David, are you alright?”
I took a few deep breaths before attempting to answer him. Before I could get a word out, he knocked again. “David!”
Unfortunately for me, André popped off my cock long enough to say, “Better answer him before he beats the door down, baby.”
“I’m f—ahh…” André had just blown a cool breath over my heated skin. Bastard! My entire body quivered. I was so close. “I’m fine, Dylan,” I pressed through gritted teeth. I clasped André’s neck, urging him toward where I wanted him.
“Are you sure?”
André’s tongue darted out to lap at my cockhead. “Yes,” I whimpered, though I wasn’t sure to who.
“Okay…” Dylan’s voice was hesitant, but he thankfully didn’t knock again.
Returning my attention to more important matters, André peered at me from where he laid between my legs. He gave a firm squeeze to my thigh. “Shall I continue?”
“You’d better,” I heaved.
“Don’t hold back,” he growled. “I want to taste you.”
That man did things with his tongue that undid all my training on being quiet and polite.
He sucked on my cockhead, and my orgasm built quickly.
As if I hadn’t been trying to keep it at bay for what felt like hours.
My hands found their place in his hair, weaving between the thick curls.
A shiver zipped down my spine, and then I was done for.
“Ah, fuck!” My cock pulsed, spilling my release down André’s throat.
He swallowed, drawing out my orgasm until I trembled from the aftershocks.
Suddenly sensitive, I pushed at his shoulders.
As my chest heaved with each breath, André swiped away a stray drop of liquid from his lips and brought it to my mouth. “Taste.”
Clearly drunk from my orgasm, I obeyed, moaning at my own salty taste on André’s finger. He watched with lust-blown eyes until I released him.
Surprising myself, I asked, “Where’s that condom?”