“Mmm. You’re awake. If you insist. I’m here to please.” Chess couldn’t contain his smile and did as asked, continuing to feather barely-there kisses over André’s neck. A deep groan of pure pleasure vibrated against his lips.
“You more than please me. Oh, so good,” André moaned and lay on his stomach, presenting Chess with his broad shoulders and back, and giving Chess full access to his body. “Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Chess’s tongue danced along the sweep of André’s spine. “And I don’t want to.” He decided the best way to reconnect at that moment was to make love to André as if it were their first time together.
“Do you know how often I thought of us like this?”
Chess skimmed his hands over André’s torso, wrenching another moan from his boyfriend’s lips. “Tell me. Tell me what you want from me. I want to please you.”
“You next to me is pleasure enough.”
André rolled onto his side, and Chess rid himself of his boxers and spooned André’s naked body. “I’m right here.” He reached around and fisted André’s cock, running his hand up and down the ridge of heated flesh. “Do you feel me?”
“You’re all I feel, love. All I want.”
They rocked together, Chess’s hips moving faster as his hand gripped André’s cock, rubbing its length. André’s groans of pleasure rose in the heavy silence of the room.
“You have me. I’m yours. Always.” His balls tingled, and his heart pounded at a furious pace.
“Chess,Chess,”André cried out, clawing at the bedsheets, pushing his ass into Chess harder.
He thrust his cock into the crease of André’s ass over and over, losing himself in the rhythm of their bodies. His vision blurred and come spurted over André’s back. Almost simultaneously, André climaxed into his hand, his body jerking until he lay panting and shivering.
Chess had no idea how many minutes passed before he found the energy to move, and even then, it was only to bury his face in André’s neck and whisper. “Welcome home.”
André’s laughter vibrated through his large frame. “For a moment I was afraid I’d die, and all I could think of was the newspaper headline: ‘Man Dies From Orgasm That Blows Both Heads Off.’”
Chess snickered. “That’s one for thePostfor sure.” Languid and luxuriating in the headiness of after-pleasure, he continued to lavish kisses on André’s neck. “I was thinking.”
“Mmm? Can it wait? I’m sticky from head to toe, and I really need a shower.”
“Sure. I’ll make us coffee, and I think Martine made you your favorite scones.”
André faced him, blue eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. “Raspberry-lemon?”
“Yeah. I might’ve snitched one…or two.”
André’s gaze snapped to his, pretend outrage sending his dark brows high. “Don’t think because I love you more than life that you’re allowed to steal my scones. There will be a price to pay.”
The twinkle that had been missing reappeared, and joy spread through Chess, until the image of André kissing another man intruded, jarring.There has to be an explanation for those pictures.…
Later. He would ask André later. Instead he said, “Oh, yeah? Only if you can catch me.”
André pulled him close, kissing him with hungry intensity. “No matter where you’d run, I’d find you. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine, right?”
Dammit.He hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, but they sat between them, more like a challenge than a sigh of love.
André cocked his head. “Of course. Why? Are you doubting me?”
The hours of sleep hadn’t erased the strain in André’s face, and Chess had no desire to throw out an accusation without more research on his own. He’d been so shocked by the photos, he’d clicked out of them and hadn’t looked since.
“N-no. I guess I was feeling a little needy, and I wanted to hear it from your lips.”
The lines smoothed on André’s face, and he brushed Chess’s cheek with his knuckles. “Everything I am is yours. Every part of me, especially my heart.”
Chess melted at those romantic words. They were the balm he needed to put his fear to rest.
