Chapter 243
"Too much? Hurting?" Andre questioned huskily.
Cross shook his head, "Too sweet." He panted.
Andre smiled, "Good," he said and resumed kissing Cross.
Cross moaned into the kiss, he was tempted to ask Andre to just fist him, ...but he thought Andre would see him as crazy.
Instead of asking, he let out a choked sound, a mix of a plea and a desperate moan, as he arched his hips up, a silent, needy invitation. His fingers dug into Andre's shoulders, a desperate anchor in the storm of sensation building inside him.
The feel of that third finger, the perfect, exquisite stretch, was pushing him to a glorious, impossible edge.
Andre pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with a hunger that mirrored Cross's own. He saw the frantic desperation in Cross's face, the way his hips were trying to meet the pressure. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.
"Crazy, huh?" Andre's voice was a low, rough whisper.
"That's exactly what I want to see." And with that, he drove his fingers in deeper, eliciting a sharp, breathless cry from Cross that was half pain, half pure ecstasy.
A breathless cry tore from Cross's throat as Andre drove his fingers in deeper, fisting him; the sudden, intense pressure making him buck against the mattress.
The kiss was back, but it was no longer tender; it was a desperate, hungry possession. Andre's tongue swept into Cross's mouth, a mirror of the invasion below, and Cross met him with equal fervor, his own tongue dancing in a frantic, arousing duel.
Cross's hips started to rotate on their own, chasing the friction, the delicious ache. The rhythmic, circular motions against Andre's hand had Cross whimpering, his entire body tightening in a delicious knot of anticipation.
"Andre, please... I can't," Cross gasped out, his head thrashing from side to side. He was so close, his body shaking with the need to release, and he couldn't hold on much longer.
Andre pulled away from the kiss, a low, satisfied growl rumbling in his chest. His eyes, dark and intense, watched Cross's face as he whispered, "I know, sweetheart. I know."
He pulled his hand out, and Cross cried out in protest at the sudden loss, but Andre didn't stop. He turned and grabbed a tube of lube lying beside them on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "But we're not done yet, not by a long shot."
With a deft, practiced motion, Andre squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers, his eyes never leaving Cross's. The action, so simple and deliberate, sent a fresh wave of heat through Cross's already tormented body.
"Just to make things a little more... comfortable," Andre murmured, his voice a low promise.
He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Cross's forehead before moving back to his task. He worked the slick fluid onto his fingers, and then, with a slow, deliberate twist of his hand, he found his way back inside.
Cross cried out again, but this time it was with relief, the smooth, effortless entry a stark contrast to the initial, agonizing stretch. Andre’s hand was a perfect fit, a beautiful, devastating invasion that filled him.
"There it is, baby," Andre said, his voice thick with desire.
He began to move his hand in and out, a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Cross’s hips arching to meet him. Cross was lost in the sensation, a blissful, overwhelming rush of pure pleasure.
Andre increased the tempo, his hand now moving with a confident, rhythmic speed that had Cross whimpering, his body a trembling bow pulled taut.
Andre kept his other hand on Cross's hip, holding him steady, anchoring him as he moved closer and kissed him again, a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of lust and need.
Cross was completely gone, his mind a haze of pleasure as he was pushed higher and higher. He bit down on Andre's lip, a desperate, silent plea as a wave of heat washed over him. His body seized, a series of violent, ecstatic shudders that shook him to his core, and he cried out Andre's name.
"Andre! Ahhnn..." Cross cried.
Andre pulled his head back, watching with satisfaction as Cross's hips bucked and spasmed under his touch, his release a beautiful, visceral display.
He held him steady as Cross came down, his own hand still moving, milking the last drops of pleasure out of him until he was completely spent.
Andre then moved to lie beside him, pulling Cross into his arms. He stroked his hair, his fingers tender, and kissed him again, a soft, loving kiss that was a promise of more to come.
"Good boy," Andre murmured, his voice a low rumble against Cross's ear. "You're all mine now."
Cross hugged Andre's neck, his feelings threatening to break him. He loved Andre, but he could still sense Andre's subtle barrier; he needed time to breach it.
He was never letting Andre go, not even under gunpoint.
"You asked if I wanted you... Are we clear on that?" Andre whispered.
Cross blushed, "Yes. We are." He murmured.
Andre tilted Cross's face and kissed his lips, "Who wouldn't want you? When it's you... with this face, this body..." hands trailed Cross's sides and abdomen, and finally sliding behind him to cup his firm. Soft ass, "And this heaven - Fucking tight..." he whispered, smirking.
"I love it when you're crazy, Andre," Cross said, lying on Andre's chest.
Andre sighed, "I might not be exactly what you want me to be to you at the moment, Cross, but, I know I'm you're mine, don't forget that." He said, placing kisses on Cross's neck.
A knock suddenly interrupted their morning cuddling, bringing a huge frown on Cross's face.
"I bet it's Pole. He has the first timing ever," he whispered
Andre smiled, trying to reach for his phone so he could text Pole that he'd meet him later but a voice from behind their door paused his movement.
"Andre? Are you in there? I need to see you, please?" Tony called from behind the door.
"Great... It's your ugly Tony," Cross groaned and rolled out of bed.
Andre sighed in frustration, why did Tony have to come and ruin his moment?
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