Chapter 25
Amir
One second, we were kissing, then Remi was on his knees in front of me. My legs hit the bedframe, giving me nowhere else to go. I was still reeling, in a way that was downright exhilarating.
He slowly unzipped my pants, looking at me the whole time. Not really sure what else to do, I removed my shirt. He drank me in, and my skin warmed.
“Are you going to recite more poetry?” I asked.
The serious expression didn’t budge as he pushed my pants and briefs down all at once. “If that’s what you want to call it.” His tongue made a path around the tip of my dick, then flicked the head.
“God.”
“He’s not invited.”
He took me down to the base, and I stared at him, mesmerized. He met my eyes with a dangerous smirk as he pulled back.
“I want to taste what you’re made of.” Gripping my thigh tightly, he dragged his tongue up the inside of it with a groan.
“There’s something wrong with you,” I gritted out. “And whatever it is, I might fucking love it.”
Fire burned in his eyes at my words. They may not have been as eloquent as the ones he liked to weave together, but it didn’t matter. There was something incredibly pure about the way it affected him.
What fool would feed a starving heart? he’d asked not too long ago. I was starting to understand exactly what he’d meant by that.
He kissed his way up my thigh, all the way to my hip. When he got to his feet, he pushed me onto the bed. After taking a second to undress, he crawled over me, but I held him back so I could admire his naked body. He leaned back on his heels, which gave me the most extraordinary view.
“Maybe you’re the god here,” I said as I ran my gaze across every inch of him. Every glorious fucking inch.
A smile broke through the lust that dominated his expression. “Careful, Amir. Some would call that blasphemy.”
“Then they can strike me down, because I’m not taking it back.”
Sitting up, I gripped either side of his waist and kissed his ribs.
I decided to try his method and trailed my tongue in the space between them, tasting his skin.
I continued to his sternum, listening to the way his breaths became erratic.
My hands slid down until I reached his hips, then explored further back.
I dug my fingers into his ass and spread him open as my lips found his nipple.
“What do you like?” I murmured.
“Figure it out.”
My teeth applied pressure, and he tightened his grip on my shoulders, but he didn’t push me away. When I sucked his nipple into my mouth, he moved his hands into my hair and kept me exactly where I was. Shifting my fingers, I followed the warmth of his ass.
“Is this okay?”
He hummed, so I continued. As if to encourage me, he arched his hips backward. Once I touched his asshole, my heart pumped an irregular beat, and I paused as I tried to keep my breaths steady.
“Don’t be such an amateur,” Remi teased. “Give me your hand.”
As soon as I held it in front of me, he released a stream of spit onto my fingers. I gasped when he sucked them both into his mouth, then deep-throated them. My dick throbbed from watching him, but also from the implication behind it.
He released me, then pressed his mouth against mine. His lips were still wet, reminding me of what he wanted me to do. Returning to his ass, I tentatively spread his saliva around his hole. He pushed his hips back and took the tip of my finger inside him.
“Remi, I . . .”
He continued to kiss me, then thrust his tongue into my mouth. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and as I pushed further into his ass, I thought my chest would explode.
Pulling back suddenly, I drew in a breath. I wasn’t sure when I’d taken my last one. I dropped back onto my elbows and stared up at the ceiling while the ache faded.
“Amir,” Remi said.
“I’m sorry, I . . .” With a dry laugh, I pressed the heels of my hands to my forehead. “I’m just overwhelmed.”
“Did I push you too far?”
“I don’t know. For a second, I remembered that I have no clue what I’m doing.”
“I thought you’d be more comfortable topping since it’s your first time.”
“No, that’s why I didn’t want to back at the bar.”
“I’ll teach you everything,” he assured me softly. “But we can switch if that’s what you want.”
When I nodded, he leaned down, moving more slowly than before. His mouth pressed against mine briefly, then he nipped at my lip.
“Well, you know the drill, Amir. Get on your knees. If you’re ready, of course.”
Despite his words, his tone left no room for argument. I didn’t have a good one anyway.
Once I was on my knees, he bit down hard on my ass. My fingers dug into the blanket, clutching it in my fist. Without an ounce of hesitation, he dove in to trace around my hole with his tongue. My breath shuddered out of me, and I had to remind myself to inhale again.
Remi’s hands slid down the backs of my thighs, then back up.
His touch made a shiver travel over my entire body.
With a groan, he swiped his tongue across me one more time, then he spit directly onto my ass.
His thumb pushed it inside of me, slowly breaking through the tension.
I took a breath and allowed myself to relax.
“Fuck, look at you,” he said. “You’re going to take me even better than last time.”
“Can you make it to the end this time?”
He scoffed. A second later, his palm struck my ass. “I’m happy to find another way to shut you up.”
When I snorted, he leaned over my back. I looked at him over my shoulder, but he grabbed my hair at the roots and forced my face into the pillow.
When he replaced his thumb with two fingers, he stretched my ass enough to shock me into silence.
I groaned into the pillow as he angled them, relentlessly seeking my prostate.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Baby, you’re not hard to please at all. So fucking needy.”
I turned my head to bite down on his forearm. A laugh escaped him, and he released my hair. The fingers disappeared from my ass, so I looked at him. He reached over the side of the bed to grab a bottle of lube from his bag, and the sound of the cap made my heart beat faster.
When he was behind me again, I arched my back, pushing my ass higher.
His palm connected with it before he added the lube.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper cut through the moment before his fingers returned to their previous position so abruptly that I let out a choked sound.
He pressed his body against mine and rolled his hips to guide the movement of his hand.
I grunted when he stuffed two fingers into my mouth. I wasn’t aware the instinct existed, but I immediately sucked on them. They plunged so deep that I gagged, but he didn’t let up. He added a third finger to my ass, and I found myself thrusting back against him, desperate for more.
“God, you treat my fingers like you’re a whore, not a virgin,” he groaned.
My cheeks heated, and I almost pulled back, but I could feel his hard dick against my ass cheek. The thought of it had me swirling my tongue around his fingers, just like I had when it was his dick in my mouth. I wanted to do that again, but I wanted him to fuck me more.
There was time.
“Remi,” I garbled around his fingers.
He grabbed onto my jaw and roughly angled my neck so he could kiss me.
It only lasted a second before he pulled back.
He squeezed, and once my mouth was open, he spit directly into it.
It was both demeaning and ridiculously hot, and my throbbing dick agreed.
He kept his eyes on mine when he kissed me again, and I refused to look away.
The fingers in my ass slipped free, but they were replaced by the head of his dick. He didn’t allow me to pull away or slow the kiss as he breached me. His brow tightened, but that was the only crack in his composure.
Despite how his fingers had been inside of me, this felt different.
A sound escaped my lips, and he slowed his advance.
When I tried to say something, he stroked my tongue with his, then plunged it deeper.
He shifted his hips in a small circle, and the change in sensation made a shiver run through me.
“Give me more,” I said against his mouth.
I felt him smile as he slipped further inside of me.
My teeth snagged his lip, tugging on it to ground me.
By the time he bottomed out, I was sure that it would be swollen.
I pulled back and touched his mouth. His lip was red, and there were indents in it that made me feel like I’d somehow claimed him.
“Stay here with me,” I murmured.
His eyes darted to the side for a fraction of a second. When he looked at me again, his grip on my jaw tightened. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I kept my eyes on his, and after a moment, he nodded.
His mouth came down on mine as he pulled his hips back.
Every inch gave me a strange burst of pleasure, compounded by the way his fingers kneaded my skin, from my thigh to my ass, then all the way to my ribs.
He kept exploring, and his touch was exactly what I needed while I grew accustomed to him inside me.
His groan vibrated against me. When he settled his palm on my lower back and applied pressure, I lowered to my elbows, then kept going until I was on my stomach with my legs straight behind me. He shifted his legs to the outside of mine and rolled his hips rhythmically.
I gasped when he gripped my hair to keep my head angled toward him.
It didn’t matter that my neck ached from the position.
I didn’t want to stop kissing him. It elevated the pleasure that was building, and lying like this, my dick was pressed into the bed, giving me a burst of stimulation with every thrust.
The feeling built rapidly as he sped up his movements, angling himself in just the right way. With his weight on me, I was at his mercy—exactly where I wanted to be.