Page 6 of Hunt You Down

“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?”

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.