A shudder rolled through him. He believed André would give him the hard and fierce fucking he’d asked for, but instead, André began to press soft, butterfly kisses behind his knees. His fingers clenched and unclenched as he shivered and twitched, helpless and on fire.
“So beautiful. Look at you.” André’s skillful fingers drew up his thighs, until they reached his hole, and he bit the inside of his lip to keep from screaming when André licked and sucked at the opening while teasing along the delicate skin of his taint.
Under the onslaught of the sweetness of André’s lips and mouth on him, remaining silent became impossible, and though Chess tried to keep quiet, he couldn’t hold back his cries.
“André, André, please, please, I need it.” Trembling from head to toe, body covered in a sheen of sweat, Chess flailed but came up empty and pounded the mattress. “More, more.”
“Not yet,” André murmured, lips hot and wet against his belly. He slid a finger deep inside him and Chess instinctively tightened his muscles, but it wasn’t enough.
“Now. Fuck me.” Chess opened his mouth in a silent scream. André slid over him and covered his mouth with his own. Their tongues rubbed, playful at first, then more forceful, until André broke free and left him to grab the lube. Chess heard the slickness of the liquid, felt its coolness touch him.
“I don’t fuck you.” The head of André’s cock breached him, and Chess released a sobbing sigh as the fullness he yearned for eased in slowly. “I love you.” When he was firmly seated, André waited and didn’t begin the rapid movement of his hips Chess was expecting. Instead, with deliberation, he dragged his rigid length out of Chess, only to drive inside hard and repeat. Slow heat built within, spreading like melted butter as André continued the maddeningly unhurried pace. “We make love.”
Chess couldn’t answer, caught up in the pure physical bliss of André inside him. He dug his fingers into André’s shoulders, moving up to meet his thrusts, his mind recoiling from those old days when he’d lain with strangers to be able to make it through the night. Who was this man he’d become—and which one was real?
André shifted his angle and powered into him, and Chess locked his ankles behind his back, his cock caught in between their sweating bodies, the friction creating a dizzying loss of time and place. Chess fell apart, his body tensing before the force of his orgasm blew through him and he soared, barely registering André’s climax and the burst of wet heat inside him. But he didn’t miss the whispered words when André burrowed into his neck.
“I love you, and when you’re ready, you’ll tell me what’s going on.”
Quiet except for the pounding of his heart, Chess struggled to catch his breath. “Everything is good, as long as I’m with you.”
André eased out of him but held him close, and though they were sticky and sweaty, neither made any attempt to move. “That’s something you’ll never have to worry about. Where you are, is where I’ll be.”
But for how long if he ever found out the truth?
Chapter Ten
Leaving Chess sleeping the next morning, André found Dottie on her way out the door. Freddie was already waiting for her outside in the car.
“Market day. Anything special you and Chess would like us to get?” She waited by the door, tote bag in hand.
He stared at the beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers on the table. “I’m not sure we’re staying.” Watching her face fall, André struggled with wanting to keep Chess happy while also not disappointing Dottie, who he knew worked so hard to make everything perfect. “Just do your regular shopping and maybe…” Still gazing at the flowers, he thought for a moment. “Pick up a dozen red roses and some coffee-chip ice cream.”
She laughed. “Now there’s a way to win someone’s heart. I’ll make it two dozen, though.”
“Whatever you think best.”
He stood at the open door, watching them drive away. He stayed outside a bit longer, the fresh air of early morning invigorating him. They would go for a walk on the beach if Chess woke up soon, and maybe he could persuade Chess to stay a few more days. He didn’t want to disturb his sleep, as he’d spent a restless night, tossing and mumbling to himself, and André wondered, as he closed the door behind him and headed to the kitchen to find coffee, if it had to do with the discussion they’d had about Chess’s family and past.
He found a mug, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat at the wide, scrubbed wood table. He stared out the window, the magnificent view spread out before him not really registering as he remained lost in the recollection of the previous night and the desperate, almost brutal way Chess had wanted to make love. While he loved the wildness and seeing Chess overcome, something had been different, as if he’d wanted to be hurt or didn’t feel he deserved any gentleness. What could—
“There you are.” Kyle strolled over, wearing only a pair of boxers, a T-shirt slung over one shoulder, his hair wet and slicked back. “I just finished my laps.”
“I thought you left last night.” André grimaced. “And put some clothes on. Stop prancing around here half-naked.”
“Why?” Kyle’s brows waggled. “You can’t stop looking?” He took a mug, and without asking, poured himself coffee and sat opposite André. A crafty gleam entered his eyes. “I would think after the pounding you gave your boy toy, you’d be sleeping late.”
Cheeks burning, André breathed carefully, unable to speak through the rage consuming him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Sweetheart, the noises coming from your bedroom were earth-shattering. You used to scream like that for me.” Kyle fluttered his lashes. “I thought of you and all the times we had together in the pool house or your place. Remember?” He licked his lips. “I don’t think there was a room where we didn’t get it on. You were a hungry thing. Guess nothing’s changed.”
André’s stomach turned over. He tried to forget those days, and that had given him the impetus to gut his house and redo the entire inside so no memories of what had once happened there would remain.
“You’re disgusting. Are you telling me you stood at the door and listened to my private time with Chess? How low are you?”
“I didn’t do it deliberately.” His casual shrug indicated how little he cared. “I had an email I needed to discuss with you and went looking.” His gaze grew heated. “I didn’t have to go far. I just followed the grunts and moans. “Fuck me, André. Harder.” He drew his thumb over his lower lip. “Mmm. So hot.”
“Shut the hell up, you pig. What kind of man gets off listening to other people?” Shaking with anger, André pushed off the table and tossed the remaining coffee in the sink. “I want you out of here. Now. Go to a hotel if you want to stay, but get out of my house.”
