Page 35 of Hunt You Down

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?”