Chapter Nine #2
“I sense you’ve had lots of practice with foreplay,” I say.
“Baby, I’ve had a lot of practice with your body too, but yes,” he smirks. “Understand that this is the only time you will get to lead.”
“I’ll make it count.” I smile.
“Are you going painfully slow to torture me?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
“Kinda,” I laugh. He grunts before leaning down to kiss me.
I pull him down so I can wrap my arms around him, and he has his face buried in my neck.
When he pushes the head of his cock into me, I gasp.
He slowly sinks into me with a deep, guttural groan, and I suddenly can’t catch my breath.
He is stretching me, and my body struggles to fit him.
I arch off the bed, gasping for air as I push him up.
He moves up to his hands, and I get a tight hold on his biceps.
“Jesus, you are so fucking tight,” he grunts.
“You’re going to fucking break me, Remy,” I whimper. “Please. Please. Go slowly.”
When he starts to rock his hips to make slow thrusts, I groan deeply. “Teach me, Lori. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“You… Oh God, you’re too big,” I pant. He rolls and pulls me on top of him, letting me take over. I take all of him and sit up to try to get used to his size. I have my eyes closed and my hands on his chest. His hands are on my waist as I rock my hips. He is watching me try not to fall apart.
“Tell me what to do, Little Fawn. You look uncomfortable,” he groans.
I bring myself down and kiss him. “Please, fuck me,” I say.
“Be specific,” he smirks. I realize that while he may be a virgin, he is no fool. He may have given me this moment, but he’s about to fucking destroy me.
“Show me what you are hiding,” I say. His smile is damn near evil before he pulls me down and wraps his arms around my chest. When he lifts his hips, I know I’m in trouble. He slams into me with so much force that I scream into his chest, and he doesn’t stop.
Remy starts fucking me hard and fast, keeping me pinned against his chest while I scream my pleasures.
Eventually he rolls us but leans up to flip me to my belly.
I move up to my knees and keep my chest on the bed.
I push my hips back, and I whimper each time I slam his cock into me. “Talk to me,” he grunts.
“Hard, not fast,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, Remy. Jesus, your cock is so big.”
“Like this?” he asks, slowing his pace, but each thrust is punishingly hard.
“Yes! Oh God, yes,” I cry out.
He shifts my hips, my knees are further apart, and my back dips deeper. His next thrust smashes against my G-spot and my breath catches. “That,” I choke out. “Oh my God, just like that. Fuck, what are you doing to me?!”
I push my hips back, hinting at him to go faster.
I severely underestimated his knowledge because he suddenly starts railing into me, hard and fast, and something primal takes over my brain.
I grunt, growl, and moan as he pounds into me.
His grunts turn to moans and soon, we are both spiraling hard into an orgasm together that leaves us both a breathless heap on the bed.
“Oh… my God,” I pant. “What the fuck?”
“I feel like you are being a drama queen,” Remy chuckles as he props up on his elbow to look at me.
“You…. The bed is soaked. I’m soaked. Do you realize what you did?” I ask.
“I do,” he says with a smirk.
“I have never done that,” I say.
“Ever?”
“No. I know it’s possible, but no one has ever focused on me before. It’s always been about them,” I say.
“Lori, have you ever had sex outside of that club?” he asks, and I shake my head. “So, the first time you consensually had sex was there?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“And you’ve never dated anyone?” he asks.
“No. You and Cam always scared them off,” I laugh.
“Baby, you may have consented to what happened at the club, but that hardly counts,” he says. “You’ve been fucked, but you’ve never fucked. Does that make sense?”
“Uh… yeah,” I say. “I know how to please another man, though. Good for you.”
“Baby, sex isn’t just about me,” he says. “It’s about you and I connecting on the deepest level.”
“Very… very deep level,” I say with wide eyes. Remy laughs heartily and kisses me.
“Maybe we both have a little learning to do then,” he says.
“Yeah,” I say. “I guess so.”
“You mentioned a man on the elevator,” he says.
“Mhmm. That was you.”
“No, Lori. That wasn’t me,” he says carefully.
“What?” I ask, sitting up. He sits up with me and looks serious. “It has to be.”
“No, baby. I used the fire escape. What did he look like?”
“Uh… He always has a hood on and would never let me see his face. He smells… familiar. I can’t explain it,” I say. “He is tall, but hunches over a little, so I don’t know how tall.”
“Hmm. Okay,” he says. “I want you to come stay with me.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We can set you up a space in the basement to dance, but keep your time reserved at the studio, so you have somewhere if you need to escape,” he says. “I don’t love that the elevator guy was hiding his face, though. How long ago did he start showing up?”
“Uh… probably about six months ago was when I first noticed him,” I say. “Was it you that followed me home?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I wouldn’t go inside, though. I would just go around the building to the fire escape. It’s better hidden over there.”
“You are crazy, you know that?” I ask. “Like… You hid that well.”
“You don’t seem too offended, Lori. What does that say about you?”
“That crazy attracts crazy.” I grin. “Are you going to tell Cam about-”
I don’t get the words out of my mouth before I hear my brother’s voice. “Cam already knows, but now I’m traumatized too,” he says from the doorway. I scream and pull the blanket over my head, curling up in a ball, making Cam, Remy, and Tris laugh at my reaction.
“Come out from under there,” Remy chuckles and tries to pull the blanket away.
“No,” I say, holding tight on the covers. He pulls it down just enough so he can see my face and kisses the end of my nose. “I’m naked.”
“Child, sit up here and put a shirt on,” Cam says.
“Don’t call her a child. If she is a child, I’m a predator,” Remy says.
“You are a predator, dipshit,” Cam laughs, making me giggle. “Lorelei, sit up, or I’ll tickle you.”
“No, you…” I start to say but squeal and wiggle away when he tickles my side. “Fine. Rude ass.”
“Put a shirt on,” he says, tossing me a shirt. Once I have it on, he sits in front of me and stares at Remy.
“Cam,” I say. “If I’m not mad, you can’t be.”
“She has a point,” Tris says. “Also… I kinda… might have known.”
“What?” Remy and I ask.
“So… I came by super late one night before your birthday,” Tris says, and Remy laughs.
“I wanna know, but Cam looks like he might get violent,” I say.
“Did you ever touch her before she was eighteen?” Cam asks Remy.
“No, Cameron,” Remy says. “She was in college.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Cameron,” I say.
“What?” he asks, not looking at me.
“Does Beatris know?” I ask, and he looks at me. “Maybe make sure your little sister is actually asleep before you go jerk off to her best friend in the same room.”
“Ha. I told you she knew,” Tris laughs.
“I never put a fucking tracker in her,” Cam counters.
“No, but you touched her. Right?” I ask, and he stays silent. “Right?”
“Yes,” Cam finally answers.
“So, you are both creeps,” I say. “Turns out Tris is just as insane as me.”
“A tracker, Lori?” he complains.
“That tracker is no different to you hacking my fucking phone and watching my location,” I say, and he smiles. “You knew I worked at the club, didn’t you?”
“I did,” he says.
“Which of you killed George and the other two idiots?” I ask.
“Oh, that was me,” Remy says.
“And there is no way it can come back on you?” I ask.
“No,” he says confidently.
“How?” Cam asks.
“Wooden bat,” Remy shrugs.
“Fuck yeah,” Cam says, fist bumping him. “So, what’s this about some other guy following you?”
“He’s just in my elevator,” I say. “I figured he lived here.”
“Maybe he does,” Tris shrugs.
“Why are you here?” I ask Cam.
“Well, I wanted to see if you were okay,” he says. “Remy said he had an idea but never texted back when we checked in, so we came here.”
“How much of that…” I start to ask.
“We walked in pretty early on, but I didn’t want to interrupt, and Tris didn’t want to leave,” he says.
“He covered his ears like a baby,” Tris laughs.
“Joking aside,” Cam says. “I can handle it; I just don’t want to see it. Next time, we will knock louder.”
“It’s late.” I yawn.
“Well, we will sleep on the couch. You two get some rest,” Cam says. “We can split up in the morning and get what we need for work.”
“There isn’t anything planned until the quarterly meeting at eleven,” I say.
“Yeah, so we can afford to be late,” Remy adds as he lays me down.
“Night,” I sigh and snuggle up to Remy when he lies down with me.
“Night,” Cam says. When it’s just us again and my bedroom door is shut, Remy lifts my chin.
“Are you happy?” he asks.
“I am. Why do you ask?”
“You don’t have to be okay with what I did, Lorelei,” he says. “I am no better than the…”
“Stop,” I cut him off. “You and I both know that I would have been consenting either way with you. I truly don’t think you would have if you had known I wouldn’t be interested… You are not them. I am not your victim.”
“You are, Lori,” he pushes.
“Okay. So, if I am okay with it with you, then I have to accept what George did. Right?” I ask. “If I am your victim, you deserve the same treatment that you gave them for doing what they did to me.”
“I didn’t hurt you,” he says with a frown. “That’s not the same.”
“At least they gave me a chance to say no,” I say.
“Lori,” he says with a sad tone.
“Why are you defensive if you already think you are guilty?” I ask. “This is what you want, right? You want me to blame you… Call you a monster?”
“I get it,” he says with a sigh as he rolls to his back.