Chapter 22
We exit the car and enter his house. He”s holding my hand again, like he’s unable to let it go and I honestly love it. I love holding his hand and feeling the closeness. It’s something I haven”t felt in a very long time.
I feel like a teenager all over again.
Jeremy takes me downstairs to his den. I hadn”t seen it before. I take it all in. A large TV mounted on the wall, a cream sofa and a big round dark brown table with ten chairs surrounding it. The same relaxed yet moody feel is down here. It’s totally a guy’s zone.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?”
I cast my gaze to his to find him watching me with a soft expression.
“No, thank you.” I smile.
“Alcohol?”
I chuckle. “Will I need it?”
“No.”
I dip my chin and stay staring quietly, as my heart beats out of its chest with anticipation. I know what’s coming and all the teasing is making me twitchy.
“Are you comfortable?”
I nod. “Yes.”
He breaks our stare by turning and walking to a drawer along the side wall.
I watch with utter fascination. He pulls out the cards and places them on the table.
My chest heaves as he strides toward me, and before I have a chance to speak, his hands grab my waist and pulls me to the chair. My body obeys his silent command naturally. His hands leave my waist to hold the sides of the chair, his whole body crowding my space. He’s in control of me and I’m more than willing. He leans closer until his mouth settles on the shell of my ear. “Are you ready?”
“Mm.” I nod.
He stands up, breaking our connection, and I have to swallow a groan.
My eyes follow him as he steps over to the table and deals.
It’s time to play…
“The game’s about to begin,” he says when he finishes dealing. His dark smoldering look is mixed with a hint of humor.
He’s holding back a laugh. He and I know I”m gonna suck so bad. I’ll lose my clothes very fast. But I refuse to let him know that. I want to act like I”m going to beat him. Fake the confidence I don’t feel. Isn’t that the beauty of poker?
The chairs are surprisingly comfy, which makes sense since they sit in them for hours. They’re not supposed to just be aesthetically pleasing.
I try to keep my poker face on. He’s matching me with his own stoney look.
He’s obviously good at this.
I work hard to keep my face neutral as my nerves finally rear their ugly head.
“Are you ready to play your first round of poker?”
“Yes. I was born ready.” I rub my hands together.
His lips twitch.
I pick up my two cards and see a pair. We aren’t betting with money today. No, this is all clothing. He reminds me of all the rules and answers any questions I have. My dad used to play with friends, so I do know some of the rules. I haven’t told him that with the hope it pays off.
I call and then he puts out three cards.
I show my hand, but he beats me with three of a kind.
My jacket is the first thing I lose. I didn”t need to stand to remove it.
I wish I had more items of clothing on right now.
Next, he tosses his gray jacket. I drop my gaze over the way his shirt hugs his muscled chest and arms. The white buttons are straining, and I can’t wait to have him remove it.
Yep. I need to win the next hand.
But he wins again.
This time, I stand. He’s watching me closely. His eyes hungrily trail the length of my body before coming up to my gaze. I slip the straps of my dress off each shoulder. My body prickles with goosebumps from not only the cool air but his dark, lustful gaze. I want him to touch me already.
When the fabric falls to the floor, he sucks in a sharp breath and mumbles the word, “Beautiful.”
I stand there in my beige bra and panties.
He doesn’t bother standing, but his hands go to his buttons.
“What are you doing?” I ask. Not understanding. He won.
“I’m matching you. If you lose, so do I.”
“I’d say I win. That’s not a loss.” My words die on my tongue as his fingers push on the buttons on his shirt.
It”s alluring watching the man slowly unbutton and reveal his chest. A chest I remember from this morning. It’s solid, warm and chiselled with a sexy dusting of hair.
I curl my fingers around the arms of the chair. My fingers are desperate to feel him again. Feel how powerful he is.
He shrugs the shirt off his shoulders, and I think he”s going to stop there. But he stands.
My breathing is turning into a pant when I see him unbuckle his black belt. He whips it off and unbuttons his pants.
“Oh, God,” I breathe.
“Do you want me to stop?” He challenges with a quirk of a brow.
“No way. Keep going,” I breathe.
“I thought so…” he says in a lighter tone.
He begins unbuttoning and unzipping his gray pants. Then he shoves his hands down the sides and slides his pants down. They fall to the floor and now he”s standing in only his black boxer briefs. His obvious hard erection causes an ache in my pussy. I want to go and feel the soft skin under my palm or…I lick my lips imagining it in my mouth. It”s hard to swallow.
He groans. “Fuck. You need to stop looking at me like you want to eat me.”
“I’d say sorry but I’m not. It’s exactly what I want to do.”
“Fuck.”
I look down with a smirk. If I look at him anymore, we will have to stop playing and this has been fun. Even if it’s making the ache worse, I know it’ll be worth it.
And every time he plays his favorite game with his friends, he’ll think of me. Poker won’t be the same for him again.
We play some more, and he puts down a full house. Damn it. I lost again.
I stare him down. Wondering do I go for the bra or the panties?
“Bra,” he grunts, answering my internal question.
I reach around the back and unclip the bra, letting it fall from my shoulders.
My nipples are tight buds. So much desire is coursing through my veins.
This game we”re playing is the perfect foreplay.
I sit back down and wonder what he”s going to take off. He pulls his socks off.
“Hey! Unfair.” I pout.
“I’ll take off my briefs after you lose your panties.”
“Why?”
“Once you’re naked, I promise I’m gonna fuck you so hard on this table.”
My mouth parts. God, I want that. I want that now.
We play, and of course, I lose again. This time on purpose. I’m done. I want him.
I stand shakily but with excitement. Knowing as soon as he”s down, he”s going to come over here and throw me on this table and have his way with me. And at this moment, I don”t care how sore I am from this morning. I want him again.
I need him to ease this ache. I want to come so bad.
I shimmy down my panties.
He stands then pushes his black briefs down. He strides over and picks me up, smashing his lips to mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist and breathe him in as if I hadn’t tasted him before.
He grabs my neck, pulling my mouth closer on his. Our tongues tangle in a deep passionate kiss. My hands grab his face, enjoying the way his freshly shaven jaw feels so rough and smooth under my palms. His aftershave so strong. I soak it in.
My hand trails from his face down to his shoulder.
“Remy.” I rasp on a breath.
“I’ve got you, my star.”
He lays me down on the table. It’s hard, but the fabric is soft on my skin.
“Your table will get messy.”
“I don’t care. I want to remember every time I play how I fucked you here and how good that feels. It’ll be like you”re with me even on boys’ nights.”
I shiver.
“You liked that?” he asks.
I nod and hum, unable to speak.
He pecks my lips and moves down to my neck, nipping and kissing his way down to my breasts. He moves to each nipple, giving them a tug with his teeth, and I cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck. you’re so perfect. So damn responsive.”
“Only with you,” I breathe.
He growls and moves quicker toward the heat between my thighs. His mouth kisses my mound and then his hands spread me wide. His pointer and middle finger rub through my wet opening and onto my swollen bud. He rubs it in hard circles.
It helps with the ache. But I want more. My back arches when I feel his tongue on my opening.
“You taste too sweet.”
I buck my hips. Desperate for friction.
“And you should see how pretty you look. You were made for me.”
I grab his head and hold it on my pussy. He follows my silent order. His warm tongue slides through my pussy up to my clit and then he repeats, harder with each stroke. My hands in his hair are tighter as I feel my body quivering. I’m so close.
“Remy, I’m going to come,” I cry out.
It’s a warning to him. If he wants me to come twice, I’ll happily have one now and then he can get another one with his cock. I’ll take it all. I’ve never been able to come multiple times, but with him, I think he could pull as many as he wanted out of me.
He moves his fingers inside me and curls them up. It feels like I’m peeing. What the heck. My eyes fly open and I’m gasping. My body is shaking all over. He doesn”t stop, he continues to lick and curl his fingers, and the next minute liquid squirts onto his face.
I gasp. My eyes roll back as I come so hard, I see stars.
My body softens and I breathe hard. His body moves slowly, and I can sense him above me.
I open my eyes and find him wearing the biggest smirk.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“I didn’t know I could do that,” I murmur.
“Now you do. And it was fucking amazing.”
I blink rapidly. How is squirting amazing?
Everything is wet under me.
“I made a mess.”
“Yeah.”
“Great,” I murmur. How the heck will I fix his table? I can’t afford a new one.
“Don’t be upset. I love it and, if anything, this table might be our new place to explore this some more.”
I stare dumbfounded at him. “You want to do that again?”
“Fuck yes. All the fucking time.”
My eyes drop to his obvious bulge to find the tip of him leaking. He definitely isn”t lying.
My brain is misfiring. “I want you,” I say with sudden urgency.
He drags my ass along the table until it’s on the edge. Then he grabs a condom and rolls it on, before he lines himself up. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
I answer before he thrusts in. The feeling of his big cock filling me is a mix of pain and pleasure. He’s so thick and big. I can feel him everywhere.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size, he’s unhinged, and he fucks me so hard I can barely catch my breath. His fingers dig into my hips as I let him fuck me. My body is firing up again as if it didn’t already come.
“You’re incredible. I think I’m addicted.”
I know the feeling.
His balls slap against me. He’s fucking me with everything he has. Truthfully, no one has fucked me this hard before. I love it. I love him feral without hesitation. He doesn’t treat me gently. He gives me what he wants, and I take it lovingly. He reads my body and gives me more.
He thickens inside me, and my walls clamp down on him. “Fuck. I’m going to come.” He groans.
I feel my back tingle and my legs quake again.
His cock jerks inside me as I throw my head back and cry out his name as I come too.
His body stops jerking and I breathe heavily as I tip my head up and look at him. Both of us thoroughly fucked, dripping in perspiration with crooked smiles on our faces.
“You ready for a shower, baby?”
“I think you’ll have to carry me.”
“With pleasure.”
How he has the energy, I don’t know. But when he lifts me effortlessly in his arms, I drape my hands around his neck and cuddle him. His masculine scent is stronger now. It’s a shame he’s about to wash it away.