Chapter 13

Pierre felt pleased as Antoine grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, kicking his legs apart to settle himself in between them. The way that Antoine looked at him like he just wanted to eat him up was so unbearably erotic. Pierre shivered as Antoine nibbled his lower lip, running his tongue over it. Being with such a handsome stranger constantly had his heart rate up, and he worried about the ever-present threat that his arousal would become apparent. But he could feel that Antoine was hard, too, as Antoine let his hands go to support himself on his hands, grinding their cocks together.

“Mmn, Pierre,” he whispered in between breathy kisses.

“You’re so amazing when you do that,” Pierre said as he undulated his hips underneath his companion.

“And you’re so pretty,” Antoine said.

“Why am I pretty?” Pierre asked. “I’m a guy, you know.”

“It’s your eyes,” Antoine said. “Golden irises like the sun framed by dark chocolate lashes. It evokes warmth lik