44. Remy
44
Remy
I was ready to lay Win out in the middle of the theater and take him apart one kiss at a time for being so brave and vulnerable with me. But then, in the sexiest whispered rasp against my lips, he asked, “ Wanna get out of here? ”
he doesn't need to ask twice.
My issue?
We’re riding in separate cars.
If I thought the drive there took a century, I was dead wrong.
This is taking a millennium .
Even though his headlights are blinding me through the rearview, he’s too far. I’m desperate to be touching some part of him right this second. I should probably address this little codependency issue with Dr. Kat, but that’s Future Remy’s problem. Present Remy wants his boyfriend permanently attached to him, preferably by the dick, mouth or ass.
Needling rain sprinkles the windshield as I shift the truck into park and summon every ounce of self-control I possess not to inhale him the second he’s within reach. (There's not much to work with.)
The Rover rolls into the space beside me. Win flashes a shy smile through the window.
We’re magnets, drawing each other in, flipping and repelling, then slamming back together again. Right now, the pull is stronger than ever. As I’m jogging around the bed of my truck, he’s stepping out of the SUV.
That minuscule slice of self-control? Out the fucking window.
I need to taste his smile.
We collide.
More like I crash into him and latch onto his parted lips.
Chuckling, he gives in. “You act like we weren’t making out thirty minutes ago.”
“Only thirty minutes?” I nip his bottom lip. “No, it's been at least a decade.”
His cheeks flush. Then he laughs, and it's this airy surprised breath that obliterates me. This flustered, speechless— almost bashful— side of him turns me into a feral animal. I’m fucking starving for more of it.
The misty drizzle morphs into sharper splats.
I tip my chin at the glittering drops dancing in the beam of the streetlight. “Come on, it’s picking up.”
Grey eyes sparkle with amusement. “I thought you like me soaked?”
RIP my patience . At this point, if I don’t get my mouth, hands or cock on or inside some part of him, I might die.
I grasp him by the hips and lift.
That laugh again. My god , It’s more beautiful than the music he played earlier. He wraps legs around my waist as I head for the stairs, his face buried in my neck. The tip of his tongue flicks my heated skin.
Precum leaks in my boxers. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He nuzzles behind my ear, mouthing my pulse and making it fucking impossible to focus.
“Keep that up and we’re not making it inside.”
Now his hands are in my hair and his bulge is rubbing against my abs and my entire body is rioting to fuck him into oblivion. I pick up the pace, adjusting him in my arms—
A soft whine.
“Jesus. Fuck .” I pant, thighs burning and cock throbbing. Just a few more steps . Though, when I reach the landing, I can’t help kneading his ass.
His spine arches and another delicious sound escapes him.
“Hang on, love, I’m unlocking the door now,” I murmur.
Momentum and desperation reel us inside.
My cat lifts her head from the couch, blinking blearily. She takes one look at us, her eyes suddenly wide as saucers, and vanishes. But she’s the last thing on my mind because Win is kissing my neck again.
“Bed,” he whispers.
In answer, I steal his lips.
I don’t know how we make it to the bedroom without knocking anything over, but the moment we do, I surrender to lust.
Music isn’t the only language we know how to speak.
Never breaking our kiss, I set him on the edge of the mattress and begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“As pretty as you look in this, I need you naked.”
He grins against my mouth as he shrugs the silky material off and starts on mine. I smooth my palms over his shoulders, reveling in the velvet softness of his skin. Down his chest. He gasps when I flick the silver barbell through his nipple, then trace the crevices of his abs.
My fingers hook the waistband of his pants. Holding my gaze, he reclines on his elbows. I can’t look away, even as I unzip his fly. Even as my knuckles brush his cock through his boxers. Even as I peel those off too. He’s got me in a hypnotic state, completely entranced by smoldering grey eyes.
Once he’s fully undressed except for the string of pearls around his throat, I step back to take him in.
His heavy-lidded stare watches me devour the sight of him on display. Parted kissed-pink lips. Mussed raven hair. The art on his skin undulating with every rise and fall of his toned chest. The tempting happy trail pointing to his beautiful pierced cock resting in a puddle of precum.A sharp canine pinches his lip.
“You’re a masterpiece.”
Disbelief and adoration blur his sharp edges.
“Come here,” he whispers.
I’m shedding my clothes and crawling over him as he leans up to meet me halfway. Cradling the back of his head I tip onto my side, guiding him down to face me.
Legs tangle, tongues dance and hands wander. I hook his thigh over my hip, slotting us together—
The second our cocks touch we moan. Hot and sticky with arousal, we writhe against each other. But as incredible as it feels, I want more. My palm burns a trail down his spine to the dimples above his ass. I press my thumb into the indent, my pinky sneaking into his crease.
“Do you remember the first time we had phone sex?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he breathes, rolling his hips, lost to the sensation.
“Will you… show me what you did?”
All movement stops.
Fuck .
I’ve already pushed too far.
He inches back —
A gorgeous blush colors his cheeks. He bites that puffy bottom lip again. My cock twitches against his, widening his nervous smile. His hand leaves my hair as he brings two fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth.
Bury me
My awed stare tracks the swirl of his tongue as he coats them. He reaches behind—
And pauses.
Uncertainty flashes through his eyes.
Gently, I rock my hips. Come on, love. Be brave for me again.
His throat bobs.
I hate the fear I see. I want to erase it.
So I kiss him.
The reaction is immediate— like relief . He whimpers, his slick fingers slipping between his cheeks. Again, he hesitates. My tongue curls around his teeth, licking the roof of his mouth. Taking a shaky breath, his arm moves and he arches.
His lashes flutter, jaw dropping on a gasp.
I can’t help grinning. “How you feeling?”
Blinking a few times, he slurs, “G-good.”
“Yeah?” My pinky inches lower to feel his hole stretching around his finger. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot.”
A nervous laugh gusts out of him, quickly followed by a moan as I hitch his thigh higher on my hip. We’re kissing again, each moan tasting better than the last. He adds another finger and pumps deep as he can, giving himself over to pleasure.
“There you go,” I pant, thrusting through the mess of sweat and precum we're making. “Can you take another?”
He nods and whispers, “Please.”
“Fuck, you beg so sweet,” I curse. His hips rock impatiently as I spread him wider, hastily wetting my finger with saliva and squeezing it beside his. When he pulls out, mine joins —
Heat envelopes us.
A groan punches out of me as he gasps. “ Yes.”
It’s all the encouragement I need to thrust deeper into his tight channel, my mouth grazing his shivering lips. Inhaling his rapid breaths as he adjusts. Together, we find a rhythm and soon he’s fucking himself back on our fingers and forward against my cock, his piercing dragging over my shaft.
I’m rapidly racing toward the edge when I swear I hear him whisper something. He’s panting and moaning so much I can’t be sure—
There it is again.
“What’s that?”
His features pinch almost in anguish. Am I hurting him? Does he want me to stop?
“More.”
It’s barely a breath, but it’s unmistakable.
“You’ve got three in you, love. You want another?”
He shakes his head.
Now I’m confused. “Tell me what you need.”
“I want…” He wets his lips, blush deepening. “I want you .”
He's so caught up he's barely lucid.
“You've got me,” I promise.
“No, I mean…” Those gorgeous eyes peer at me through thick lashes and smeared liner. “ You inside me.”
But I am—
Oh.
Oh shit he’s asking me to…
I’ve dreamed of every intimate act with him, but this one more than any. Resting my sweat-dampened forehead on his, I search his stare for doubt. For fear. For some indication that he’s only saying this because he thinks it’s what I want. But all I find is a little apprehension and a whole lot of desire.
“Are you sure?”
Without dropping my gaze, his chin dips.
My heart swells ten times its size. He’s offering me every raw, beautiful piece of himself and I’ve never wanted him more. I’ve already fallen so hard; it’s incomprehensible how far I’ll fall if given all of him.
Smiling against his lips, I whisper, “Tell me again.”
I’m gifted a sweet kiss as he breathes, “Fuck me, Remy.”
Jesusfuckingchrist . My cock throbs as I withdraw my finger from his ass. He whines in protest and I grin. “Take them out, baby.”
Pitch black pupils swallow his irises. I playfully nip his nose. “Yeah, you heard me right, you’re my baby too.”
By the way he attacks my mouth, I take it he's into it. Reluctantly, I break from his fervent kisses to get the bottle of lube from the nightstand while he sucks on my neck. I’m so worked up, my hands shake as I squirt a generous amount of the slippery liquid into my palm, warming it up before slathering it on my length.
Win pauses to watch. Then licks his lips. I smirk and brush a lock of dark hair from his eyes. “How do you want me?”
He gapes at me like I just spoke a foreign language. His shock is a bullet to the chest.
Skimming my lips over the shell of his ear, I whisper, “Can I show you what I imagined us doing on that call?”
Goosebumps rise across his skin. He nods.
“On your other side for me.”
This time, he’s quick to move. I grasp his hip and ease him back until we’re flush, the curve of his ass pressed to my crotch. My cock glides between his cheeks and a moan rakes out of my throat. He cranes his neck to look at me over his shoulder, a hint of anxiety breaking through the fog of lust.
A beat passes.
Then he reaches back, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of my skull and yanks my mouth to his. Tentatively, I thrust between his cheeks, grazing his rim. Again. And again.
“Baby,” he pants. “Please.”
“Please what?”
He groans. “You know what.”
I grin.
On my next pass, he arches—
Both of us gasp as my dick notches his hole. His entire body stiffens. Snaking my arm around his waist, I trail my fingertips through his iliac crest over the Latin script inked there. Reminding him.
You’re more than what’s been done to you.
Grey eyes lock on mine as I wrap a hand around his cock.
“I never let you go,” I whisper. “And I never will.”
His fist in my hair tightens while the rest of him relaxes enough for me to enter—
Heaven .
He gasps, “Oh shit ,” his ass constricting around my sensitive tip.
“You ok?”
Nodding, he pants, “You’re a lot bigger than a few fingers.”
I huff a laugh but that small movement ends up pushing me further inside him. His teeth sink into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I barely feel it. All nerve endings have rerouted to my dick which is currently screaming to erupt.
I’ve waited way too long to fuck Win Rhodes. I will not come prematurely.
My entire body trembles as I refrain from descending into a frenzy. Win’s cock begins softening in my hand, bringing me back to earth. I release his shaft to massage his balls in my palm.
“God, baby, you feel fucking incredible,” I murmur, dragging my mouth across his cheek to his ear. “So hot.” Nip. “So tight.” Kiss. “So perfect .”
He turns his head to give me more access. I suck on his throat above his fluttering pulse.
“K-keep going,” he pleads.
I smile into his skin when I find he’s thickening again. Palming his shaft, I stroke him from root to tip, smearing my thumb over his slit.
“You’re fucking leaking for me, aren’t you?”
With a moan, he thrusts into my fist. Then back onto my cock.
“ Fuck , Win, you're taking me so well.”
He rocks again.
“Almost all in—”
His hips roll once more.
There .
“So… full,” he groans, chest heaving. My scalp stings from his strangling grip on my hair, but at this point, he could be ripping it out for all I care. I’m electrified. Awake. Alive . Nothing feels more right than being connected to him like this. We were carved from the universe and molded to fit perfectly together.
“Remy?”
“Yeah?”
“ Move .”
That one word is a switch flicked. Kissing from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, I whisper, “Since you asked so nicely,” before pulling out to the tip—
And driving in to the base.
His head whips back. “ Yes!”
Syncing my hand with my thrusts, I set a sensual, steady pace. Winding him back up. Reveling in the sounds we’re making. Indulging in this ultimate pleasure together. Prolonging euphoria.
“Baby,” Win pants, perspiration beading on his upper lip. “I need…”
“I’ll give you anything,” I rasp. “Tell me.”
He groans as my cock swipes his prostate. “Harder.”
Thank fuck.
Except this angle won’t work for what he’s asking for.
“Pick one: above or below me.”
“Above.”
An instant response. Shoveling dirt over the twinge of pain in my heart, I slip out of his ass and scoot back to lean my shoulders against the padded headboard. In seconds, he’s straddling me and grasping my face, his kiss mixed with sweat and desperation. He rises for me to line myself up again.
“Fuck, I could live inside you,” I moan as he sinks down, his ass greedily swallowing my cock until I bottom out.
“You’re… so much… deeper… like this…” he gasps. I plant my feet on the mattress, grasp his hips and thrust up. His eyes roll to the back of his skull. “Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck . Just— like— that .”
“That hitting your spot, baby?”
His moans border on sobs. “Yes, yes— fuck— ”
My balls draw up with an impending orgasm. I’m unraveling. But he has to get there first. He has to. Grasping his throbbing cock in hand, he rides faster as my dick pounds his prostate over and over.
“I need you to come, Win.” The cliff looms. My hips falter. “I can’t until you do.”
The plea has barely left my lips when he comes undone. I watch it descend over him, awed by the beauty of him falling over that precipice. I feel it spasm through him, carrying me over the edge too. I see it pulse out of him, painting us in the evidence of his climax while I fill him with endless streams of mine.
For ages or maybe only a few minutes, we float in a blissful haze, returning to ourselves in pieces. But when the fog clears, I find tears tracking down his cheeks.