54. Win
54
Win
C lothes litter the floor. Panted breaths bounce off the walls. Musky arousal lingers in the air. The greedy hands that stripped me in record time are now parting my thighs, all trace of hazel swallowed by blown-out pupils.
“How do you feel after last night?” Remy asks, kissing the inside of my knee.
My face heats. Yeah, there’s some minor soreness, but not enough to change my mind.
“Good.”
He squints, clearly not convinced.
I roll my eyes. “I swear.”
His lips graze the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as he murmurs, “Promise me something.” Another open-mouthed kiss. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
Haunted memories threaten to sneak out of the shadows, but his words eviscerate them. I love you. All of you. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear him say it. How badly I needed to say it back. And while I know he’ll do exactly as he says without hesitation, I don’t want to stop.
“Promise,” I pant. “Will you touch me already?”
“Am I not touching you right now?” he asks innocently, drawing delicate circles on my hip. It’s maddening .
I pull his hair. “Not the way I want.”
A devious grin.
Oh shit.
Teeth sink into my inner thigh.
“Fuck!”
His chuckles vibrate into my skin. It tickles. I squirm as his tongue traces the mark.
“I said touch me, not bite me.”
“You like it.” He winks. Winks . Then the gorgeous, stubborn brat does it again to my other thigh. I buck, precum leaking onto my stomach. I’m about to clamp my thighs around his head and shove my dick down his throat when he suddenly folds me in half to stare hungrily at my ass.
“Hold yourself for me.”
Shivers race down my spine. My cock twitches. The reaction surprises me, but there’s something so unspeakably sexy about his soft commands. Once I’ve got my thighs, he sits back on his heels.
I clench in anticipation.
His tongue darts over his bottom lip. Rogue brunette waves hang over his damp forehead. The thin gold chain around his neck glitters against his tanned skin.
Jesus fuck . He’s so hot.
Hazel eyes catch mine. He smirks.
Busted .
“Like what you see, love?” He teases, sinking onto his stomach. His palms slide beneath my ass, lifting and spreading me open.
I tuck my face into my arm.
A sharp pinch on my ass cheek. I gasp.
“No hiding. I want you to see who’s worshipping you.”
Fuckingfuckfuck, I’m gonna bust. Blushing so hard it’s embarrassing, I peek at him.
His gaze burns with desire.
Even after finding out what I’ve… been through, he still wants me. He loves me. They’re tangible things I can’t question anymore. The distinctive light inside of him beams from his smile.
“There’s my baby,” he murmurs. I bite my lip. A pained expression scrunches his brow. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”
Then he ducks his head.
Oh—
“ God ,” I moan as his warm, plush lips cover my hole. He hums, torturously sucking my rim. The tip of his tongue flicks. Circles. Nudges. My untouched cock lurches, demanding attention. I’m reduced to a quivering, whimpering mess while he goes at my ass like an animal.
“You’re gonna kill me with that fucking mouth,” I pant. My abs cramp as I rock against his face, but I hardly notice because it feels so fucking good . Too good. Can I come like this? I don’t know but I’m not ready yet—
Suddenly, cold air hits my soaked hole. Remy peels my hands from my thighs, laces our fingers and guides them over my head with excruciating slowness as he prowls up my body.
My heart rate escalates.
I’m surrounded by him. Breathing in his air. Touching his naked skin. Listening to his ragged pants. Looking into the most vibrant shade of hazel I’ve ever seen.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Those three small words are my lifeline .
My head rises enough to mouth, “I love you too,” against his lips. A possessive sound emanates from his throat. I’m smiling as he smashes our mouths together, his hips lowering—
We gasp as the hot, throbbing length of his cock rests on mine. His weight drops fully and a moan punches out of me. I need him inside me. Now .
As if reading my mind, he breaks our kiss. “Lube?”
“Nightstand. Top drawer.”
He releases one of my hands to retrieve it, flicking the cap open with his thumb.
“Hand, please.”
I extend it, palm up. He pours out a generous amount.
“Get us wet, baby.”
Of course, I jump to do what he says, slathering his cock, squeezing and twisting at the tip. A delicious groan vibrates from his throat. Fuck, he makes the most addictive sounds. I’m obsessed with how hard and heavy he feels…
“ Win ,” he snaps.
I thumb his slit.
“Winston fucking Rhodes.”
I bat my lashes and tighten my grip.
Stroke.
Annnnd—
A full growl. “Enough playing and get that sweet little hole ready for me.”
Don’t blow. Don’t blow. Don’t blow.
He inches back.
My jaw goes slack at the dark, depraved look in his eyes. A slow smirk unfurls on my lips as I stroke him again. “You’re sexy as hell when you’re pissed.”
He’s not amused.
“Fingers. In. Your. Ass. Now . ”
The thick vein on the underside of his cock pulses against my palm. Instead of releasing him to prep myself, I guide his slickened dick to my hole. Surprise widens his eyes.
And it makes me feel… powerful. Because even though he’s on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, I’m the one in control.
It’s a rush. A new high.
Relaxing, I notch the blunt head of his cock in.
His jaw drops on a silent, “ Oh .”
Adrenaline and endorphins numb the burn as I hook my ankles around his lower back to bring him closer. Everywhere— I want him everywhere.
One of his arms gives out as he shudders.
“ Holyfuckbaby, ” he hisses, shifting his hips. The pressure increases. I tremble, overcome by a combination of my body’s cursed memory and the blissful present. He pauses, squeezing the hand he holds beside my head.
My heels dig into his ass, taking him deeper. He chokes out a moan, head hanging. A damp curl brushes my nose. The heat spreads from where he bottoms out, to my groin, my balls, ending at the tip of my dick. He withdraws slowly, glancing between our bodies before his gaze locks on mine.
His hips snap.
Bright pleasure bursts through me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck yes ,” I gasp, meeting his thrusts, each one swiping my prostate. Zaps of white hot ecstasy coil me tighter. Precum spills on my stomach. My free hand wedges between us to fist my cock.
The tide rises in tingling waves as he sets a sensual rhythm, rolling into me over and over. Grinding himself so deep my breath catches.
“That’s my fucking boy,” he pants. “You were made for me. Only me. ”
His .
Warmth washes over me.
It’s better than any drug.
Nodding, I whimper and cling to him.
His pace picks up.
“God, I can’t get close enough to you,” he rasps, sweaty upper lip grazing mine. My moans slur from one to the next. It’s an onslaught of overwhelming sensations: aching radiating pulses, slapping skin and dizzying bolts of ecstasy every time his cock drives into me.
But my climax looms just out of reach.
“More,” I beg. “I need more.”
“I’ve got you, love,” he promises and steals a sloppy kiss. “Can we try something?”
With him? I’ll try anything.
I nod. I’m rewarded with his tongue sweeping into my mouth for a taste. Then he withdraws from my ass and taps my hip. “On your stomach.”
On my…
I blink at him.
Ok, maybe I’m not ready to try anything .
He’s watching me carefully, chest heaving with each breath. I swallow hard. I need to see that it’s him I’m giving myself to or the nightmares will take over. Fear battles the demands of my desperate body. Fingertips comb the hair off my forehead. If it’s too much, tell me to stop . I can say no. He’ll listen. Because he…
“Tell me again,” I whisper.
Adoring hazel eyes shine down on me.
Then we’re nose to nose.
“It’s always been you.” A featherlight kiss and a hitch in his breath. “I love you, Win. ”
It’s like an injection of light directly into my veins, chasing away the darkness.
“Us,” I murmur against his lips. “It’s always been us .”
His smile mirrors mine right before he kisses me hard, tasting like honey and sunshine and mine .
He drags his mouth to my ear, licking through the row of piercings. “Trust me, love. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
The gnawing ache to come resurfaces with a vengeance and I embrace it. Let it consume me. Impatiently, I rut into the space between us, my cock screaming for friction.
“Is that a yes?” he purrs. I groan, writhing beneath him. A nip on my throat. “Does my boy wanna come?”
His. Fucking. Mouth.
“So bad,” I whimper.
He growls. “Fuck, I love how needy you are for me.” He lifts to ease me onto my stomach. Focus on his smell. His familiar touch. His voice. This is Remy— your sunshine. You’re safe.
A kiss between my shoulder blades. Strong hands tilt my hips, thumbs rubbing soothingly as he settles over me. Another kiss on the back of my neck. I turn my face. He nuzzles the corner of my jaw, then presses his cheek against mine.
“You ok, love?”
Tension dissipates.
The shaking stops.
I’m ok. I’m more than ok.
“Please get back inside me before I lose my fucking mind.”
A surprised laugh. I grin. He playfully bites my cheekbone as his hand sneaks between our bodies to line us up. The hot head of his cock rubs tauntingly over my eager hole.
Arching, I whine, “ Remy. ”
His name morphs into a helpless moan as he plunges in to the base. At this angle, his cockhead directly pounds that hidden spot inside me, igniting a host of fireworks. Clutching the sheets, I rock back into his deep thrusts. The pleasure is almost painful it’s so relentless. My moans border on sobs, a mixture of his name and, “ harder ,” and, “ I love you, ” blending into an endless string.
“Fuck, Win, I’m close.”
His hand covers mine, our fingers threading. I’m humping into the bed, climbing and climbing and climbing.
“I’m— right—”
A nuclear bomb goes off.
“ There .”
Cum bursts from my cock, soaking the sheets as my hips continue jerking on their own, still chasing the endless, explosive orgasm. It just keeps going and going while Remy slams into my spasming ass, racing toward his own climax.
Barely lucid, I glance over my shoulder.
Brows knit, hair drenched in sweat, abs clenched, veins bulging, jaw straining—
More cum spurts out.
He’s a god.
I feel him swell.
“Come in me,” I plead. “Fill me up.”
His entire body seizes. His eyelids shutter. His lips part.
Bliss drenches his features at the same time he releases streams of cum deep in me. He collapses onto me, both of us struggling to catch our breath. His arms snake beneath me, mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of my neck.
I’m not sure how long we lay like that, coming down from the most intense sexual experience ever. I wait for the panic to creep in. The shame or guilt. But all I feel is sated relaxation.
Remy props his chin on my shoulder.
“So… did I make you come hard enough to rewire your brain? ”
Grinning like an idiot, I sigh. “For now… but permanent results require many, many orgasms.”
He snorts. I shake with a silent laugh.
I think I’m healing.