11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Remi
I f I could kick my own ass, I would've. That was a shitty thing to say, and I'd reacted so poorly because what she said was true. Lani and I did have to keep up appearances—hell, Mama had drilled that into us all of our lives. Even Dad, who wasn't as stuck up, knew that the Drake name came with societal responsibilities.
I watched her get into her car and drive away.
Fuck!
As she ran, I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, which she was wiping away furiously.
I didn't want to hurt anyone, especially Echo. She was sweet. She was kind. So, fucking open. For some reason I felt I could talk to her, tell her things I told no one, show her my weaknesses and my vulnerabilities. And how did I repay her? I called her a judgmental bitch.
Takes one to know one, asshole.
I ran a hand through my hair and looked at my watch. I'd been drinking all day, so there was no way I could get on my bike right now to go to her place. Maybe I should just wait until tomorrow and then see her. But that felt wrong. Very wrong.
I knew where she lived. I'd dropped her off a couple of times when she'd been with Lani.
I called an Uber and plugged her address into the destination.
I'd never been inside her house, and I wasn't sure she'd let me in now. But I hoped she would.
After all the promises I'd made to treat her better, I'd fucked it up, and I was so fucking sorry.
By the time the Uber dropped me off in front of her small cottage in midtown, I was certain I was making a big fucking mistake. This had bad idea written all over it. She would knee me in the balls, and I'd deserve it.
I rang the doorbell and waited.
It took a minute, but the door opened. "What do you want?"
Fuck. She'd been crying. Her eyes were red and swollen.
"I want to apologize."
"Fine. Thanks." But tears continued to roll down her cheeks, and I felt like the worst kind of monster.
She was about to shut the door in my face when I stopped her with a hand and then stepped into her home.
I closed the door behind me and, without thinking about it, pulled her into my arms. She began to sob, and I didn't question my motives. I didn't want her to be sad. I wanted her to smile like she always did.
"I'm sorry, darlin'."
"I don't know why I'm so upset."
I looked around her house. It was an open plan with probably two bedrooms. There was a cute porch with fairy lights. Her home was warm and charming—lots of cream, brown, and rust. But more than that, it looked cozy and comfortable, just like Echo.
She pulled away from me.
"I'm sorry for—"
I put a finger over her lips. "No, you don't apologize. I had no business sayin' what I did to you."
"Then why did you?" she asked, misery on her face.
"Oh, Doll, because what you said was true, and it made me defensive and stupid."
Why was it that this woman managed to get me to tell her how I felt when no one else could? So easily, I spilled my guts and didn't seem to regret it at all. Why?
She nodded. "I understand being defensive. I get that way, too."
And that's when I realized that she understood me. She didn't judge despite what I had unfairly called her. She accepted.
I lifted her chin and dropped a kiss on her lips. It was supposed to be a thank you, a gesture.
She moaned, and someone groaned; I think it was me.
I didn't know how and when it happened, but my hands cupped her face, and I angled my mouth so I could kiss her again, this time deeply.
The smell of freesia invaded me. Her taste was fresh and sweet. I ground my tongue inside her, touching, feeling, tasting.
Her hands on my shoulders pulled me closer. Mine moved down her back and cupped her ass. A fucking handful. I groaned again as I squeezed her cheeks and pulled her to me, so I could rest my cock against the notch between her legs. The relief I felt was temporary because that ramped up my arousal. I only let go of her mouth for short moments so we could breathe. No woman had gotten to me so fast with a mere kiss.
I was Remi Drake. I fucked a lot, and a kiss was, well, it wasn't even first base for me. Unless a woman was stroking my dick or I was fingering her, I didn't get hard—but apparently, all Echo had to do was open her mouth, and boom , I was ready to pound nails with my cock.
I sucked her bottom lip as I lifted her against me. Her legs wrapped around my waist. "Baby Doll, bedroom."
She stiffened, but I didn't release her. I did let her pull away from the kiss.
"I want you." I looked into her eyes so she could see the naked desire in mine.
"Me?" she whimpered.
Her eyes were wide with shock like she couldn't believe that I could be excited by her. Fuck, I was just as surprised, but hers came from a place of insecurity, while mine came from not having seen Echo before.
"You." I nuzzled my lips against hers. "But we can stop now and just—"
"First door down the hallway," she exclaimed.
I chuckled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Use your words, darlin'."
She swallowed and looked fucking adorable. I kissed her lips softly. "I want you too."
I was ready to be inside her right away, but there were rules.
Rule 1: Don't fuck without a condom.
Rule 2: Don't fuck a drunk or even tipsy girl.
Rule 3: Don't fuck a friend's girl.
Rule 4: Don't fuck a friend's sister without his permission.
Rule 5: Don't fuck a girl who feels stuff for you that you cannot reciprocate.
I dropped her on her bed. As I toed my sneakers off, I smiled at her to make sure I wasn't violating Rule 5. "This is just sex."
"Okay."
"Not a relationship."
She leaned against her elbows to lift up to watch me as I undressed. "Yes."
"So, when I leave, I leave." I unbuckled my belt, and her eyes were glazed with arousal, her focus on the bulge in my jeans. "Doll, my eyes are up here?" I teased.
She looked at my face, flushed with embarrassment. "Right."
"This is not a—"
" Thing ? I got it. Now take your pants off."
"Are we in a hurry?"
"I haven't had sex in a while," she acknowledged.
I took my jeans off and had my fingers around the elastic of my boxers when a thought struck me. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No."
Thank God! Because even if she said she was, I wanted her so badly that I'd be inside her no matter what and would deal with her emotional consequences later .
She looked amazing in those shorts and a blouse. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. Her eyes were big and bright. Her lips were swollen and petal soft.
"Take your blouse off."
She unbuttoned and slid the sleeves off her arms. My breathing became erratic when I saw her tits wrapped in a strapless white bra, contrasting against her honey-brown skin.
"Show me your tits."
I stroked my erection as I watched. This was erotic as fuck—this un-practiced striptease that she was doing for me.
" Fuckin' hell ," I growled. Her breasts were beautiful, firm, high, with dark nipples that were tight nubs. I could imagine licking them, sucking them, tasting them.
"Now, the shorts." I was pleading now, desperate.
She unsnapped the buttons of her shorts and raised her hips. She took her shorts off and was left in a pair of lacy white panties. I could see the wet patch on the gusset, and my dick was ready to blow.
"You're a goddamn vision."
I walked to her, mesmerized. She was stunning. Her skin was darker than mine and silky smooth. She kept licking her lips, making me want to kiss her again.
I sat down and ran a knuckle down her covered pussy, and her body moved back with a jolt.
"Shh, Baby Doll." I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I peeled her panties off and saw that she was bare and smooth. Fucking hell. I'd never expected Echo to have a Brazilian. Her lips were wet with arousal.
"Echo?"
"Hmm."
"Doll, you want me to stop?"
"No."
"Good." I spread her thighs and ran my nose across her slit. Fuck! She smelled like heaven. Musky. Clean. Beautiful.
I slid my hands beneath her ass and dragged her against me, pressing my mouth against her pussy, sliding my tongue through her slit. Echo cried out, and I held her immobile as her back arched.
"Remi." She was begging me, and I loved it.
I flicked my tongue across her clit. I kept licking until she was writhing and shaking.
I let go of her ass and opened her pussy lips up. "Baby Doll, you're so beautiful."
I spread her wide with one hand and pressed a single finger inside her. She was tight as hell and so fucking wet. I watched her as I moved my finger over her, into her.
"Open your eyes, Doll." She did, and I smiled at her. "Is this okay?"
She nodded, gasping.
I added a second digit and began to pump in and out, wishing it was my cock, but for now, I just wanted to watch her come and show her how I could with my fingers and my mouth. I didn't want to be distracted by my own orgasm.
"Have you ever come with a man before?" I asked even though I suspected the answer.
"No."
"I'll make you feel so good, Echo."
I took her clit into my mouth again. As I tongue fucked the tight nub of nerves, I finger fucked her pussy, hard. She was screaming now, and no woman had sounded this good. Her channel tightened around my fingers, and I turned them inside her, seeking out her G-spot. She jerked each time I touched the velvety skin inside her, and I began to stroke that area as I kept her clit trapped between my lips.
Her hands were in my hair, and she was looking at me, her eyes wild as if she couldn't believe this was happening. Neither could I.
This was so fucking intense, and she was so damn delicious.
She came on my tongue, crying out her release. Her orgasm coated my fingers, and I continued to work her pussy, loving the way she clenched around me, wanting to feel that around my cock. She was so wet that she flowed down to the bedspread. I'd never had a woman this responsive, this giving.
I moved to cover her, my fingers on her thighs now. I kissed her, letting her taste herself, wanting to know what she liked, how she liked it. She wasn't embarrassed as some girls were when I ate them out. Some were shy; others repulsed by the idea of tasting themselves. Not Echo; she wanted it all.
Breaking the kiss, I pressed my fingers to her mouth. "Clean my fingers."
She sucked her cream off my fingers, and then, to reward her, I kissed her again and devoured her mouth.
"You taste good, don't you, Doll?"
"Yes," she purred.
"You still want me?"
"Yes."
"Then move up the bed, Baby Doll."
She scooted up, and I flipped her as soon as she was at the center of her bed. I ran a hand down her spine, over her ass. Her cheeks were tight and beautiful.
"You come so beautifully," I told her, and because I couldn't help myself, I ran a finger down her ass crease, circling the tight hole there.
"Remi," she called out, her body stiff.
"Just arousing you, darlin'. Not gonna go there to—" Tonight? Was that what I was going to say? Like there was going to be another time. What the fuck?
I forgot about what I was thinking because she lifted her ass up like she was a cat, enjoying my touch, and my thoughts scattered at how sexy she looked.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I left her on the bed to find a condom in my wallet.