I moaned as I pulled him even tighter, feeling his hard cock pushing against mine, and for a minute, I was a normal guy seeking friction from a cock I knew to be long and thick. It felt good to thrust against him, and my brain had shut down, thankfully. I wasn't thinking about anything other than the feel of him in my arms as my hands brushed down his back to his gorgeous ass.
I started backing him up toward the bed when his cell phone started going off. Fucking technology. He pulled away and looked as unhappy as I felt. "Will you get that?" he asked as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door of his en suite bathroom.
I hopped on the bed and picked up the phone, imagining what he was doing behind that door. "Dre's phone," I answered, smiling more than I had in a long time.
"Please, bitch. Don't act like you got people. So, did the hot boy toy come with you? Chels is threatening to switch teams on me." I pulled the phone away and saw a picture of a beautiful olive-skinned woman with long hair and large eyes. She was really gorgeous, and she seemed to be a ball-buster.
"Gia, why would Chels think he'd be into her after he's had me?" I was feeling very confident because apparently, he'd talked about me to his friends, and I was happy about it.
"God, you're such a cocky thing. So, when do we get to meet him?"
"Well, darlin' you're talkin' to him. Now, you tell me, what makes you think I'm a boy toy?"
I heard her suck in a breath and then laugh. "Well, now, don't you have a sexy voice? So, you're the boy who makes our Andre a gushing girl over text? I've really got to meet you." Gushing girl over me? Oh, hell yeah.
"He mentioned something about the four of us going to a club on Saturday night."
She giggled, which sort of surprised me. "I'll get us on the list at Zanzibar. I'm very interested in meeting you. Andre isn't usually forthcoming with information about his love life. When he sent us the picture of the two of you at some party or something, we knew you weren't just one of the herd."
I wasn't exactly pleased about hearing her refer to Andre's past pickups as a herd, and I was pretty sure she thought I was a flash in the pan, so there were two ways I could go. I had an ultimatum to issue, and I needed to do it as soon as possible. I needed to take control over the relationship because if I didn't, I was going to get crushed.
I chuckled. "Gia, I can guarantee ya this bull isn't one of a herd. I'll have him call you when he has a minute. You go ahead and put us on that list. I look forward to meeting you."
We said our goodbyes, and I tossed the phone on the bed. I sat back against the headboard and made a plan. I had my issues, but I had ideas about how I could deal with them. I loved him, but I had to keep that to myself. That declaration would send him running into the Hollywood hills for sure.
No, I had to have control of anything that would happen between us, and it had to go at my pace. I was going to be normal if it fucking killed me.
He walked back into the bedroom, shutting off his bathroom light. He was wearing a towel around his waist that would have had me on my knees with his cock in my mouth in a heartbeat under ordinary circumstances. I really wanted to get back to ordinary circumstances.
He was drying his hair with a towel and looking at me as I stretched out on his bed. "Who was on the phone?"
It was then I realized it was his way of showing me he trusted me enough that he wanted me to answer his phone. It was his way of showing me he wasn't trying to hide anything from me. I actually appreciated it, and I needed to repay him in kind…as best I could.
I got up from the bed and walked over to him, taking the towel from his hands and standing behind him, drying his hair and his back. I wanted to lick the water off of him, but I needed to pace myself. "I'm going to go change into something more comfortable. Find the movie and put on some pants. That call was from Gia. She's going to put us on the list for a place called Zanzibar. You know it?" I asked as I stepped around him and saw the stunned look on his face.
"Did she say anything embarrassing?" he asked as he took the towel from my hands and dried his enticing chest.
"I'll be back," I responded cockily and left the room. Surprisingly, I didn't fucking panic. I had a new mission in mind. If I could control the relationships in my life, maybe I could work through my shit. If I did it on my terms, maybe things would be easier. I was going give it a try.
I went to the guest room and changed into a pair of cotton pajama pants my mom had given me before I left for college. I pulled on a white, ribbed-tank t-shirt, and I turned down the bed. I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair back. I'd taken a shower earlier, and let it dry naturally, which brought the curls out in full force. Pulling it back was the best idea.
I walked quietly across the hallway, seeing the lights on under his parents' door at the end of the hall. I knocked quietly and I jumped a little when Andre pulled it open with a smile on his face. "I made popcorn and brought us a couple of sodas. If you'd rather have a beer, I can go get some," he offered.
I walked in and closed the door, clicking the lock. "I'm fine with soda. What's the movie?" I asked as I walked over to the bed and sprawled out on top, resting against the headboard.
He tossed the box to me as he loaded the movie and crawled up the bed, sitting next to me. I looked at the box and turned to him. "Seriously?"
"Have you ever seen it? It's really a great movie."
"’Nine ½ Weeks’? No, I've never seen it. It's old." I read the summary on the back of the DVD box, laughing to myself he still had a DVD player in his room and decided maybe it was more intriguing than I'd initially thought.
"Good. Mickey Rourke is really hot in this," he offered as he hit the play button on the remote. I had no idea the boy was so old school with his technology.
We watched the setup of Elizabeth, the art assistant, being seduced by her boss, John. He was very suave and extremely closed off, clearly having a dark past. I could relate to the fucker more than I'd have liked.
I grabbed the remote from between us and paused the action. Andre turned to look at me and his expression one of worry. "Is this…I mean, is this something that bothers you? I can find something on Netflix if you’d rather."
I thought for a minute and smiled. "Not at all. What about it intrigues you? I'm just curious."
He took a sip of his soda and grabbed a handful of popcorn. After he munched it, he turned his whole body to me and crossed his legs, putting his soda on the nightstand. I did the same and turned to mirror his position.
"Well, she gives him control, slowly but surely. He seduces her, and she follows him without question, all the while still trying to get answers about why he is who he is. She trusts him for some reason. The draw between the two of them is quick and titillating, don't you think?" he asked.
"Do you think it would have been as good if she knew the answers and still gave him control?" I asked.
He pondered my question for a moment and then looked into my eyes. "I think if she knew the reason why he needed the control, she'd have still gone along with it. In the story, they kept the reasons secret until it was too late for them. Maybe if she knew his reasons up front, she'd have stuck around. Why?"
"Just curious," I responded as my mind spun in a million directions. I turned my back to the headboard and leaned against it, taking back my soda and picking up a handful of popcorn. Andre took his place next to me, turning on the movie again.
We watched it, and as the scene played out with him blindfolding her, I reached for his hand and spread my legs. "Sit here," I told him. He looked at me funny, but he did as I asked. I pulled him to rest against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the weight of him against me.
I wondered if he'd ever trust me enough to allow me to blindfold him. I could never endure it myself, for obvious reasons, but I wondered if he could ever trust me enough to allow me to do it to him.
I leaned forward to whisper, "Would you ever let me do that to you?"
It was fucked up to ask it, especially si
nce he knew what I'd gone through, but as I watched the woman give the man control, I felt a yearning in my soul. Yes, I needed to deal with my shit, but maybe if I could control the interaction we had…Andre and me…and not have it end the way it had for me, I could put that demon to rest. Maybe physical contact didn't have to be anything like what I'd endured. Maybe it could be turned into a beautiful thing?
He let out a heavy breath. "If we get to a place where you'd want to try it, I'd trust you to do it," he responded quietly.
"I'd only do it if you agreed, Dre. I'd never force you," I assured.
He turned his face and looked at me with sincerity. "Colton, I'd do anything you ever asked of me. Anything."
His words had my blood boiling because his offer was so enticing. It was a surrender of sorts, and coming from Andre Dupree, whore extraordinaire, it was a surprising admission.
"Okay. If you mean it then I've got a few rules. No more fucking around. If you're with me, knowing how fucked up I am, you can't see anyone else. It's just me, or I'm out," I ordered.
"That's fine. I haven't been with anyone in a while, Colton. I can't be with anyone because I think about you all the time," he confessed, which sent my heart soaring.
"Good, and I won't see anyone else either." He nodded without looking at me. My hand was caressing his tight abs, and his body felt very good under my fingers.
"I have to be in control of how our relationship progresses. I know how fucking selfish it sounds, but I have to know what's going to happen and when it's going to happen. I can't take surprises because you know what happens when I'm surprised. I don't want to hurt you, so you have to give me that," I explained.
"Okay," he responded, though I could hear the concern in his voice.
"We can't spar together anymore because I need to get the aggression out and I can't do it with you. If you want to continue to box, we'll find you another partner. I don't want to mix up my feelings for you with the aggression I have inside, so no more boxing together. We can still swim, but no more sparring," I stated firmly.
He stopped the movie and turned a bit to look at me. "I like sparring with you."
I touched his cheek, seeing him wince, and it made my point. "Babe, I have to separate the physical relationship I want to have with you and the need I have to beat the hell out of someone. I can't hurt you anymore. It kills me to see what I did today, and it was completely innocent what you did that caused me to freak out. I won't be the guy who is an abusive boyfriend, okay? It's not that we'll never work out together again. We can work out with the heavy bag together, but not in the ring. I won't do it."
After a moment of contemplation, he nodded. "I get it. That's fine. What else?" he asked.
"I want a relationship, not a ‘friends-with-benefits’ situation. Do you?"
Andre reached up and then stopped. He wanted to touch me and I hated he had to hesitate, but I wasn't there yet.
I moved forward and put my face into the palm of his hand, enjoying the feeling of his skin touching mine. "Yes, Colton. I want a relationship with you, and I'll take whatever terms you need to issue. We're very good together, and I know it. I just need you to see it, but I’m going to do my best to get you there."
I placed my hand over his and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him touching me. I was sure in all my life it would be the most incredible feeling I'd ever experience.
"Kiss me," I whispered. He didn't hesitate. He scooted closer and sealed his beautiful lips over mine. I fell into it, so fucking happy it was Andre Dupree I was kissing. He was amazing, and he was only becoming more incredible the more I got to know him.
My cock was aching, but I wasn't ready for Andre to touch me. I brushed down his body and felt how hard he was, and I knew I wanted to give him pleasure. I wasn't ready for him to reciprocate, but I had high hopes that sometime in the near future I would beg him for it.
I pulled back and smiled at him. "Turn around and turn the movie back on. Take off the shorts."
He did as I asked and I pulled open the nightstand drawer on a hunch, finding lube just as I expected. I almost laughed at his predictability, but I didn’t want to make him self-conscious. I pulled Andre closer and kissed his neck as I moved my hands in front of him and opened the cap on the lube, squeezing a fair amount into my hand before I closed it and tossed it aside.
I closed my hand to warm it for a minute, and then I wrapped it around his hard cock, hearing him hiss at the contact. "God, Colton," he whispered.
I moved my hand over his thick member, squeezing and experimenting with touch to see what he liked. I was very interested in what he wanted and having his heavy cock in my hand made me smile. He trusted me to bring him pleasure, and I was going to do my best. I swept my hand up over the top and circled my thumb around the swollen head. Hearing him hiss at my touch was more than satisfying.
I licked up his neck as my hand continued to work his hard length. When I got to his ear and swept my tongue behind it, breathing into it for a second, his cock twitched in my hand at the sensation. "Show me how you like it. Show me how to touch you and drive you crazy. I want to learn your body, Dre, and only you can teach me."
His hands were clamped on my lower thighs, but with my coaxing, he raised his right hand and placed it over mine, guiding me. He showed me how he liked to be touched…pressure, technique, speed.
"Fuck, Colton, I'm about to come," he murmured. I wished I could have seen his face, but with his back to my chest, it was impossible. I reached up with my left hand and pinched his left nipple between my thumb and index finger, rolling it with a little pressure until it was hard.
"Shit," he gasped as he covered his hand over the head of his cock, erupting in ecstasy. I stroked him gently as he rode it out, his hips continuing to thrust in my hand. When he stopped, he was breathing hard.
"Next time, I might stop before you come and make you wait for it," I teased, enjoying the power I had over him in that moment.
He was panting as his head turned to look at me. "I look forward to it."
I dipped my head and kissed him as I grabbed a few tissues from the box on the bed and wiped us both clean. I felt pretty fucking great in that moment, and as he settled into my chest again, I pulled the blanket from the end of his bed and covered us.
We continued watching the movie, and I heard him snoring before it was over. I woke him as I tried to slip from behind him, but he fell right back to sleep very quickly. I kissed his lips gently and turned off the lights after I turned off the TV.
I went to the room across the hall and settled into bed. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I felt pretty fucking satisfied and I hadn't even gotten off. Getting him off, though, was pretty fucking great.
Chapter Eighteen
Learning Intimacy
I felt a hand on my chest and I grabbed the wrist with both hands, jerking it away as my eyes snapped open. "Sweetheart, it's just me. It's okay. You're fine. I brought you some orange juice." My eyes finally focused and I saw Andre kneeling next to the bed, stock still. He looked afraid, and I hated to see that look on his face.
"Climb in," I ordered. He did without question, and I wrapped my arms around him, trying to show him how sorry I was that I'd reacted so horribly.
"You didn't hurt me, okay? It's just that Mom's up and she's fixed breakfast if you're interested," he whispered as he rested his head on my chest.
"I promise you, I'll get better about it. I don't want to hurt you, babe," I told him as I stroked his back, wishing he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"I know you will. We just have some shit to get through. I have faith enough for both of us right now, Colton. You've shown me you're trying, and you've set out some parameters you can live with for which I'm glad because I have a better footing in this. So, are you hungry?" he asked as his hand settled over my heart. It was the place I told him he could touch, and the heat from his hand made my blood race.
"Fucking starved," I teased as I kissed his forehead.
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br /> "Good. Mom makes the best damn pumpkin pancakes and she only makes them once a year. You're in for a treat. Come down when you're ready. I'll keep some warm for you," he told me as he kissed my chest.
I turned to him and saw his smile, which made my heart flip. "I'll be down in a minute. You…well, you're amazing. Don't think I don't know it," I whispered as I sat up and pulled him with me. I kissed his soft lips and then crawled over him, biting his neck gently and bringing a laugh from him and an involuntary smile from me at the sound of it.
"I'll see you downstairs," he responded as he walked to the door. Before he opened it, he turned to look at me.
"I'm not sure how sentiments fit into your game plan, but you, my gorgeous boyfriend, are fucking hot. I hope you won't keep me away from that huge cock too long." He turned to the door and walked out, leaving me a hard mess right there in his parents' guest room. Oh, he'll pay for that.
After a shower and a session of stress relief, for which I was fucking grateful, I hurried downstairs in shorts and a t-shirt. Jean-Luc and Leslie were nowhere in sight, but Andre was sitting at the island with the newspaper in hand. I walked behind him and kissed the back of his neck as I wrapped my arms around him.
I hated the fact he couldn't do it to me, but I hoped maybe someday I'd be able to allow it. I hoped it was him who was able to slip up behind me and surprise me with warm lips on my neck someday. Unfortunately, they'd be met with an ugly scar. A bite mark. A bite mark I'd hate for the rest of my fucking life.
I pulled away and sat down next to him, picking up the sports pages and not looking in his direction. My dark thoughts had no place in that house. It was full of love and acceptance, and I wasn't going to bring shit in that had no place there.
"Where are your parents?" I asked. He rose from the chair next to me and poured me a coffee, putting in a sugar and a bit of cream, just as I liked it. I was surprised he'd noticed how I liked my coffee.
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