Page 5 of Hunt You Down

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.”