André’s brows flew up, but he bit into it, with Chess holding on to it.
“Mmm.”
“Don’t bite it all. Save some for me.” Chess sank his teeth into the other side of the fruit. Together they nibbled and sucked on the strawberry until there was nothing left and their lips pressed together. Desire roared through him, and Chess held on to André’s face as their tongues battled and swept against each other.
“Take it all. Take everything from me.” Blurry-eyed with desire, André reached for him and stood, holding him close. “I need you now.”
His previous hesitation faded as the heat of André’s tongue in his mouth took over, André’s hands moving with practice over his body, unerring in their knowledge of the right places to touch. It left Chess breathless and shaking.
“So long…it’s been so long.” He swayed, looping his arms around André’s neck, and André held him tighter.
“Too long. Let’s go inside.”
“I don’t know if I can make it that far.” He laughed shakily, but it was true. His skin was on fire, his breathing labored, and the house looked miles away instead of twenty-five yards. “Let’s go to the pool house. It’s closer.” Pressed up tightly to André, he could feel the thick ridge of flesh he knew would be hard and hot against his bare skin. He shuddered, thinking of taking André inside him after so long. “I’m ready to fucking explode.”
André froze. “N-no. It’s not good enough for you.”
“You’re crazy.” Chess tugged André, who remained standing firm, an odd expression in his eyes. “Babe, come on.”
“I’d rather go to the house. There’s only a sofa in the pool house, and we have that beautiful king-sized bed waiting for us in our room. Much more comfortable.” Without giving him the opportunity to answer, André kissed his neck, sucking at the skin while rocking his pelvis against Chess. “Please, let me make love to you the right way after all this time apart.”
By then, he was ready to drop to his knees in public if André asked. Chess was so lost, so gone in the anticipation of André’s naked skin pressed to his, he barely registered André taking his hand and leading him toward the house. Once the door to their bedroom was kicked closed, André pulled off Chess’s board shorts, releasing his erection, before removing his own bathing suit.
“I missed you so much.” André’s hot breath drifted over the swollen head of his cock, and Chess whimpered, unable to contain a drawn-out groan as André took him into his mouth. Six long months of loneliness. A rush of tears prickled his eyes, and he tangled his fingers in André’s hair, tugging gently. “Oh, God.” He threw his head back as André’s tongue swirled along the length of his shaft, licking him to the base, then drawing up in a slow, teasing route.
Too soon, too soon.
A powerful surge of lust whipped through him andhe broke apart and came, pulsing hard. Trembling from head to toe, he grabbed hold of André to keep from sinking to the floor.
André released him and stood, pulling him flush against his chest. “God, I missed this—missed your taste, the sounds you make when you climax.”
His cock rested between them, heavy and warm, and in between scattered kisses on André’s damp skin, Chess murmured, “Bed.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” André walked him backward until Chess’s knees hit the mattress, and they tumbled together on top of the fluffy bedding. André grabbed the lube, and Chess lifted his knees, releasing a hiss of pleasure when fingers teased along his rim and André said, “Having you like this fulfills all my fantasies.”
“That’s it?” Trembling, Chess skimmed his hands over André’s broad chest. “I have another: you, inside me. It’s all I’ve dreamed about these past months.” He waited for André to touch him.
Glittering eyes met his, and a lazy smile ticked up the corners of André’s lips. “That’s always a given.”
One finger followed by another entered his hole, and Chess felt his control slipping again, no matter that only moments ago he’d experienced a bone-melting orgasm. “I need you.”
Strong fingers pressed with unerring certainty, knowing after all these years where and how to touch to drive him wild. He clenched his muscles, but André turned ruthless and thrust deeper, sending a white-hot bolt of electricity through him.
“Please,” he panted. “Everything. All of you.”
“You own me.” André crushed their mouths together, lips hot, tongues sweet and probing.
“Now.” Their chests pressed together, and their hearts slammed in rhythm.
André rubbed the head of his cock against Chess’s opening, then pushed inside him. “Oh, God.” Chess almost sobbed with the relief of the heaviness breaching him. “Oh, please.”
A tender, sensual rocking began. “Missed you.” André dragged his cock slowly out of Chess’s passage and drove in with a snap of his hips. Sweat glistened over André’s body, and his movements grew more frenzied and powerful. “Hold me.” André shifted position, changing the angle of his movements, his cock thrusting deeper. He reached under and cupped Chess’s ass. “Feel so good. Hot and tight and mine.”
Chess moaned as André came, and after he’d withdrawn, Chess tried to wiggle out of his arms, but André held him tight.
“Don’t leave me. Not yet.”
He kissed André’s cheek, tasting the salt of his sweat. “I’m only going to the bathroom.”
