Chapter 241
A loud gasp escaped Andre's lips as Cross's tongue slowly swiped the head of his cock.
This was happening. It was really happening.
Andre gritted his teeth, pushing his hair back, his heated gaze locked on Cross. He watched, breathless, as Cross's tongue meticulously teased his tip, rolling it around the mushroom head before slowly lapping at its opening, savoring his pre-cum.
"God... Cross..." Andre shut his eyes, his hips instinctively thrusting forward to meet Cross's mouth. But Cross pulled away, depriving Andre of that sweet, enveloping warmth.
"Eyes open, Andre... watch me take you in my mouth," Cross whispered, his voice a low rumble against Andre's arousal. He raised a hand to cup Andre's base, guiding him into position.
"I'm watching, Cross..." Andre whispered huskily, breathing heavily.
"Good," Cross winked, then very slowly, he enveloped Andre's head, pushing forward and sliding the entire length of Andre's cock to the hilt.
"Oh, fucking heavens..." Andre whimpered, his whole body shaking with hot, glazing fire.
Lust thrummed through Andre's veins like never before. He felt his dick hit the back of Cross's throat, every fiber and nerve in his cock seeming to come alive inside Cross's wet, warm, suctioning mouth.
Slowly, Cross began to bob his head, bracing a hand on Andre's thigh. He stifled a slight gag as Andre's head sank deep, then contracted his throat around Andre, a moan vibrating when he felt it jerk inside his mouth.
Andre's hand found Cross's hair, burying his fingers in it and tugging gently, urging himself impossibly deeper.
"Ughhh..." Andre groaned, his hips bucking forward.
Cross's mouth was perfect, cheeks sucking around his shaft, creating that delicious friction that threatened to bring Andre to his knees.
"Lord, Cross... your mouth... fucking perfect, Ahhh!" Andre moaned, watching Cross's slick mouth disappear and reappear through the mirror each time he took him in.
Cross felt a surge of power from the look of complete surrender on Andre's face. It was all because of him. He was the reason the always collected Andre was losing his composure, folding like a blanket in his hands.
He upped his pace, drawing Andre's cock almost entirely out of his mouth, sucking the engorged head like some delicious candy, moaning around him.
His fingers found Andre's balls behind his dick, playing with them as he swallowed him whole once more.
He moaned louder around Andre, the sound vibrating through the thrumming shaft.
Andre's fingers tightened in Cross's hair. He throbbed, twitched, and swelled.
Lips parted, sweat dripping down his forehead, he threw his head back and groaned loudly, his climax a breath away from crashing over him.
"Holy fuck, Cross... don't fucking stop now, ughh, yes, just like that... shit!" He thrust forward, meeting Cross's mouth halfway as his cock seemed to engorge and occupy every space in Cross's mouth and throat.
Cross felt his mouth get stuffed. It was so thick and long, just what he loved. With a small gag and saliva dripping from the sides of his lips, he sucked his cheeks around Andre's sweet erection and quickened his pace.
The wet slurping sound filled the room, accompanied by Andre's throaty groans as his stomach tightened. The next second, he came hard and hot inside Cross's throat.
"Ohh, shit... goddd... Cross, uhhh..." Andre grunted in a shaky whimper as his whole being shook in ecstasy, Cross's mouth sucking him till the very last drop of his cum.
Cross's eyes were watery, lips glistening with saliva and spilt cum, but he wasn't deterred. He swallowed every hot spurt like a damn good boy, sucking the spasming shaft until there was nothing left.
His eyes found Andre's above as he slowly slid him out of his mouth, slowly and deliberately licking off the spilt cum from his lips.
Andre was panting, Cross had driven him wild, and his body was still humming with a sweet, tingling energy.
He had never felt something so strong and compelling for anyone before. And, as Cross rose from the floor, his heart raced wildly as the face of the man who had just rocked his world came into view in the dimly lit room.
"Cross..." Andre's hand automatically went behind Cross's head, pulling him in for a delicious kiss.
He pushed his tongue inside Cross's mouth, tasting himself in it, his tongue slowly beginning to thrust in and out, an innuendo of what he was craving to do to him next.
Cross pulled away, holding Andre's face as they breathlessly stared at each other.
"I told you I'd drive you crazy, Papito," Cross whispered, grinding his hips against Andre's, their arousal pressing together.
Andre gasped slightly, holding Cross's waist as their cocks rubbed together in a very sinful, unholy way.
"Cross," he paused and buried his face in Cross's neck, inhaling deeply, "I want you." He whispered like a confession.
Cross bit his lower lip, "Then have me, Andre. What you did with your tongue... do with your cock... inside me," he took Andre's hand from his waist and slid it behind him, guiding it down to his ass.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this moment. Don't go slow, ram the fuck out of me, Andre, that's how crazy I am for you," he whispered against Andre's lips.
Andre groaned, lifting Cross onto the dresser table and stepping between his legs.
"Protection?" Andre asked huskily, an urgency ringing in his voice.
Cross wrapped his legs around Andre, a mischievous look flashing across his eyes, "We don't need that, Andre. I want to feel you, raw, hot, thick." He whispered, lowering his hand to pull out the drawer beside him.
Andre's eyes followed Cross’s hand inside the drawer, his dick throbbing in anticipation as he saw the lubricant lying in there.
"We just need this, Andre... hurry, I'm aching to have you inside me. You can't imagine how long I've had this," He picked up the lubricant from the drawer and pressed his lips on Andre's as he opened the lubricant and pressed a generous amount of liquid onto his hand, lowering it to Andre's shaft.
Andre's hands dug into Cross's sides as he pushed his hips forward into Cross's hand that was smearing the cold liquid over his cock.
"Had someone else?" Andre blurted his question, his hand gripping Cross's chin.
Cross smirked, "I smell jealousy, king." He purred against Andre’s chest, "Fuck me and find out." He slid closer to the edge, his legs behind Andre drawing Andre forward until the tip of his cock deliciously pressed on his entrance; Cross's heat warmed Andre's, a preview of how it would be when he got in.
Both of them moaned at the same time, their body writhing with unspoken desire.
Andre placed his hand on Cross's cheek, locking their gazes, "You okay?" His strained voice asked as his hips pushed, forward, his head pushing through that sleek, tight heat.
His body trembled and so did Cross’s.
Cross panted, wrapping one hand around Andre's neck and bracing the other behind him for balance.
"Oh, fuck... Andre, I'm fucking fine... just - ahhh... yes... much better..." he threw his head back in pure, unbridled ecstasy.
Andre blacked out for a second. Cross had drawn him in with his leg, causing his whole length to ease inside him in one swift slide.
He buried his face in Cross's neck, hands holding Cross’s thighs like a lifeline as he clenched his jaw for control. The pleasure was bone-crumpling. Cross's walls squeezed and milked him, gently spasming around his throbbing member. The heat was like a silk warm sheath, sucking him in with each sweet contraction.
"God... Andre, please, move, don't torture me," Cross begged.
He felt Andre deep in his soul with how full he felt, he needed that friction before he lost his mind.
With a shaky breath, Andre moved his hips backwards, drawing almost all his length out, then he slammed it back in, a loud growl rumbling in his chest.
Cross sucked in his lower lip between his teeth, moaning inaudibly, "Yes, Andre, just like that, harder, faster..." He whimpered, arching his back further.
Andre obliged, angling his hips in a way he knew he'd thrust deeper inside Cross, and just as Cross had asked, Andre fucked him, hard and fast.
The sound of their wet, slurpy skin slapping together filled the room. Their heavy, ragged, and deep breaths mingled hotly as they stared into each other's eyes.
Their guttural groans, grunts, and deep moans were the soundtrack for their wild, sinful activity.
"Fucking perfect, Cross... better than I dreamt of..." Andre confessed huskily, burying himself to the hilt and slowly rocking himself inside Cross before he proceeded to thrust his cock faster and deeper.
"Mmm... I know, Andre... I... fuckk!!" Cross screamed, fingers digging into Andre's as Andre's suddenly ficked him with incredible speed; he swore he felt Andre on his throat, it was that deep.
The dresser table shook violently from their force, banging against the wall, accompanied by Cross’s loud moans.
"I'm... Ohh, Yes, Andre, right there, Ahn... I'm about..." Cros cried, head thrown back in absolute pleasure.
"I can feel you, baby, you're squeezing me so tightly... uhh... I'm about to cum inside you, do you want that?" Andre's hand found Cross's neck, squeezing gently, delivering smoothly pain and pleasure to the moaning man in front of him.
Cross pkaced his hand on Andre's on his neck, "Choke me harder, Andre... I'm cumming, please... ohhh!" his choking groans filtered into Andre's ears as he got incredibly tight around around Andre's plunging cock, his body shaking as the tornado of orgasm washed over his entire body, his toes curling behind Andre.
Andre moaned, his shaft sliding with sleek yet increased friction as Cross milked and suctioned around him.
He felt Cross’s milk spreading across his abdomen and, like a command, it triggered his climax. He trembled, knees shaking as he felt his abdomen tighten for a second, and then it released all the pressure through his dick.
He kept moaning and groaning as he couldn't stop spasming and twitching inside Cross's warm sheath.
"Oh, my fucking god... ahhh!" Andre convulsed, hips bucking uncomfortably.
Cross wrapped his arms around Andre's neck, kissing his jaw, "This cannot be a one-off thing, Andre. I think I want more..." he trailed off, moved his face back, and kissed Andre through his orgasm.
Andre felt deliciously drained. He kissed Cross back slowly and sweetly, their bodies humming in that satisfied aftermath.
Cross sighed, "Ah..." As Andre withdrew himself from him.
"I'm your first... how can I let you walk away now?" Andre whimpered softly, staring into Cross's shining silver eyes.
Cross blushed and hugged Andre, placing his jaw on his shoulder, "Bathroom..." he murmured, trying to hide his red cheeks.
Andre had realised that he was his first... does he mean he wanted to have him forever?
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