Chapter 4
Chapter Four
André rose from the bed, fumbling around in the pocket of his jeans.
He tossed a foil square onto the mattress, following with a packet of lube.
I grabbed the condom, ripping it open. André was already peeling himself out of his jeans and holy shit—he wasn’t wearing underwear.
His long, thick cock sprang free, and my mouth watered.
“You alright, darlin’?” he teased, grinning at me.
I shook my head. “Not until I have that inside me.”
I sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. Planting my feet on the floor, I gave André room to step between my spread legs. Hesitant, I wrapped one hand around his shaft. When he sighed and tossed his head back, I gave him a gentle squeeze.
A hand found the back of my neck, and then he urged my mouth forward. My tongue darted out, lapping up the drop of precome leaking from his slit.
Self-doubt sprouted like a weed. Would I be good enough for him?
But he moaned, spurring me onward. I sucked, removing the condom from its packet with my free hand. André kept his hand on my neck, stroking through my hair and whispering soft praises.
I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, allowing myself a few more moments to taste him before I popped off to roll on the condom. He sighed, studying my every move like he’d be tested on it later. “Remember my rule?” I asked, breathless.
“Of course I do.” André leaned down, licking into my mouth. “Lie back for me, darlin’.”
Happily.
I situated myself on the pillows again, and André placed one knee on the bed. With deep, shaky breaths, I watched while he stroked his cock with one hand, reaching for the lube with the other.
Bringing the packet to his mouth, he ripped it open. He knocked my legs apart and knelt in the empty space. Cool, slick fingers slid between my cheeks. My cock twitched, and I arched my hips to give him better access.
I did my best to keep my eyes open, I truly did, but when the pad of André’s middle finger circled my eager hole, they fluttered shut. Nerves faded away, and I leaned into feeling nothing but good.
André took his time, slowly rimming the muscle until it relaxed beneath his touch. “That’s it, baby.”
He slowly entered me with one finger, allowing me just a moment to adjust to the intrusion before he pulled back and added a second.
I moaned, and gave an experimental roll of my hips. There was no pain. None of the ache that I was used to. Instead, the intense burn gave way to all-consuming pleasure.
André crooked his fingers, and I jack-knifed off the bed.
The air was thick and heavy, my mind nothing more than a blur.
When I moved, I did so pliantly beneath André, letting him lead the way.
Those two fingers turned into three, bumping my prostate and drawing me to the brink of another orgasm—and then he stopped.
I growled, glaring at him when he removed his fingers. The bastard only smirked from his position between my legs. “I promise it’s about to feel so much better.”
André stretched over me, peppering tender kisses to my collarbone.
When he hooked a hand behind my right knee and bent it backward, toward my chest, he did so gently.
With a quiet instruction to hold it in place, he threaded that hand between us and lined up with my entrance.
He didn’t need to direct me to take a deep breath; it was as if my body knew.
On the exhale, André pushed forward with his hips and I was a goner.
My arms flew around his neck, holding him close. With slow, calculated thrusts, he buried himself deeper. When the burn faded, I held my breath until the feeling swelled to full.
“Legs around my waist, darlin’,” he ordered, seeming just as breathless as I was.
I hooked my feet together behind his back to lock him in place.
He waited patiently while I adjusted, only moving once I signaled that I was ready.
Gentle lips on my neck, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me onto his cock like I’d want to be anywhere else.
My own leaked between us, slicking up my stomach.
He tilted his hips to adjust his angle, pegging that spot that had me crying out.
The noise fueled his fire. His pace picked up.
The only sounds in the room were the slap of skin on skin and the dirty, erotic noises coming from our mouths.
That telltale tingle simmered at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
But André’s next thrust catapulted me over the edge before I could think twice about it. My cock spurted between us, pulsing a second release across my chest. I sank my teeth into André’s shoulder, muffling my shout with his skin.
With one firm thrust and a primal snarl, André’s cock swelled. Through the condom, I felt the hot rush of come inside me. We rode out our orgasms, fighting to catch our breath. A light sheen of sweat glistened across André’s golden skin, seeming to shimmer in the faint moonlight.
He licked over his mark on my neck, soothing the sting from the bite. “Are you okay?” he whispered in my ear. He had to be getting uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to care. He held me and stroked my hair, waiting for my response.
“Yeah,” I responded, panting, but I winced when he shifted and put pressure on my full bladder. He paused and raised a brow at me. “I uhm… need the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. I’m sorry.”
André withdrew, tying off the condom and moving to toss it in the trash next to the bed. I stepped into my boxer briefs, threw him a towel from the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.
As I was washing my hands, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and smiled.
An angry purple bruise was forming on my neck, decorated by matching nips down my chest and stomach.
I brought a hand up to brush over the heated mark, noting a similar color on my wrist. My heart skipped a beat, banishing the burst of panic that threatened my gut.
I’d never had a night like this. Whatever that was, I wasn’t going to ignore the fact that I enjoyed it.
It was new, different, wild in the best way possible.
Whoever André was, he brought a level of heat and intensity that I’d never seen before.
I was ripped open, vulnerable but most importantly, he made me feel safe.
A gentle knock on the bathroom door brought me out of my thoughts. “David, is everything okay?”
Fear reared its ugly head. Oh God. I’m being rude. I should have offered him the bathroom first.
“I’m fine,” I answered, perhaps a little too quickly. I swung the door open. André stood there with jeans hastily tugged on, left open in the front. He looked exhausted, and rightfully so.
“I-I’m s-sorry I should have—”
“Shh.” André silenced me, tugging me close by a hand on my waist. He leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss. “Do you need me to do anything?”
His voice was low, soothing. He lifted his hand, brushing a wild lock of hair out of my eye. His finger continued, drawing a path along my cheek, curling my hair behind my ear and then cupping my neck, thumb brushing over his mark.
I shook my head, leaning into the touch. “I’m okay.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
I looked up to meet his beautiful, glowing green eyes.
Don’t fall for him, David, do not fall for this man. Just because he was nice to you doesn’t mean he likes you. Tell him to leave. Don’t look back. Don’t call him. Don’t ever see him again. Do not pass go, DO NOT collect $200.
“I’d really like that.”
Lovesick fool.
Lost in André’s breathtaking eyes, I almost missed the second knock—this one on the door separating my suite from Dylan’s. “You should go talk to him,” André whispered, pressing his lips gently against my forehead.
Annoyed, I left André in the bathroom and opened the door just a crack. “What do you want?” I snapped.
Dylan looked offended, as if I had no right to be asking him such a question. “Well, based on the screaming, I wanted to make sure you were still alive.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks. The bathroom door opened and I looked over my shoulder to watch André cross the room behind me. Dylan craned his neck in an attempt to see, but I narrowed the opening. I was a full-fledged adult, and I didn’t feel like explaining myself. Dylan knew what happened.
“I’m great,” I gushed. I was dying to return to the bed—and the man in it.
I rubbed my neck, and Dylan’s eyes found the marks on my wrist. “David, are you sure about this? Between the two of us I didn’t think it would be you having crazy, kinky sex with a stranger.”
“I’m fine, I promise.” I tried to keep my voice down. “Tonight’s the first night I’ve felt normal in a long time, and I just want to enjoy it. So let me, please.”
Dylan studied me, cataloguing the marks across my chest and stomach with concern in his eyes. He snatched my arm down, revealing the hickey on my neck. “Put some ice on that. And answer my texts next time.”
And with that, he stepped away so I could shut the door. I twisted the lock to avoid any more interruptions and hastened back to André. He lay on his back, turning his belt over in his hands. “Are you in trouble?” he teased.
“Getting caught with a boy in my room? I’ll be grounded for life.”
Instinct made me climb onto the bed, but then I stopped myself. What am I supposed to do here?
André picked up on it. “It’s okay.” He dropped the belt and opened his arms.
“Are you sure?’
“Of course. That was intense, and now I take care of you. That’s how this works.”
“Is it?” I had to admit that lying on André’s chest did make me feel a little more secure.
André combed his fingers through my hair, gently working through each knot before moving on to the next strand. “Well, the good ones do it this way at least. I like to think I’m one of the good ones. Sometimes.”
Nervous, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. “I’ve never done this before.”
“What—sex?”
“No, I’ve had sex, but I’ve never done that before. It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”
Shut up asshole, you’ll scare him off.
André’s hand paused in my hair and my heart stopped.
I thought for sure I’d said the wrong thing.
Did I have feelings? I didn’t think so… But at the same time, I didn’t want this to stop.
I wanted time to freeze. I was sure he’d get up and pick up what was left of his shirt and leave.
“I can’t help but notice you didn’t say that in past tense. ”
I sat up. “What do you mean?”
André’s hand teased down his chest, smoothing over the hard planes of his stomach and dipping into his open jeans. I squirmed, dying for him to remove the fabric. I drew my lip behind my teeth.
“You said, ‘I can’t get enough of you.’ Not couldn’t.” André tugged his jeans down to free his cock, pulling me to lie down next to him. “That tells me that you’d like to do this again.”
My breath hitched, his hand pulling my dick free of my boxer briefs. Oh, fuck me. “Oh, god; yes please.”
Rolling onto his side, André brought his hand to my mouth and ordered me to spit. I did, and he wrapped his long fingers around both our shafts. He squeezed and I whimpered, the drag of his cock against mine almost too much to bear.
He crushed his mouth to mine, and ignited the spark in my belly once more. Electric currents surged through my veins, guided by his lips, his fingers.
Round two somehow surpassed the first. André jacked us both, sucking on the clear side of my neck to give me an identical mark there.
This time, when he brought himself down to eye level with my dick, he didn’t move.
I couldn’t count how many times he brought me to the very edge.
The entire time I begged for release, only to be denied until I couldn’t take it anymore.
By the time he laid down next to me, I could barely speak.
My vision was fuzzy, and it felt like I was moving around underwater. Come drunk, I reached for his cock.
“You don’t have to do that,” he whispered. “You’re exhausted.” But he still moaned when I fisted his shaft.
“I want to,” I slurred. “I want you to feel good too.”
I didn’t have the skill to give as good as André had, but if he was unhappy, he didn’t show it. He thrust into my fist, leaving thin red scratches along my back until he’d painted his chest with his release.
I wasn’t sure what time it was. I didn’t care. I laid my head on his chest once again and he resumed his detangling of my hair. “Hey, André…”
André chuckled. It felt like I was talking with my mouth full of wet sand.
“What’s up baby?”
“If you’re ever in Georgia, would you look me up?”
André’s hands stopped in my hair, and trying to jostle me as little as possible, he tightened his grip on me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Look you up?” he scoffed. “Hell no.”
My heart dropped into my stomach, but he continued in that low, growling tone that had my dick attempting to rally once more. “Boy, I’m gonna hunt you down.”