Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Remedy’s eyes fluttered open as she woke up from her slumber. The feeling of being in Kross’ arms was indescribable. His security gave her the best sleep she’d had in a long time.
“Good morning,” his groggy and raspy voice nestled into the canals of her ears before he sat a kiss on her forehead.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?”
Kross shook his head. “I didn’t,” he admitted.
Remedy could see the bags that formed underneath his eyes due to lack of sleep.
By the time Remedy tried to get him to go to sleep, the sun was already up, so it was hard for him.
He stayed up the entire time battling his thoughts and just letting her sleep.
She only caught a few hours herself and woke up half an hour before it hit eleven in the morning.
Reaching up, she cupped her hands around his face. “You were supposed to get some sleep. Now you look like fucking zombie,” she jested with her face screwed up.
Finding her amusing, Kross laughed. “It’s that bad?”
Remedy nodded her head, in laughter herself. “I want you to at least try to get some sleep later.”
“Bet.”
She rotated around in his hold to gaze out the ceiling to floor wide-paned windows and marvel at the view of the beach.
The deep blue waves were crashing against the shore, and the sun was beaming in the clear blue skies.
The view was amazing, and as much as Kross wanted to appreciate it as well, all he felt was darkness on the inside.
A smirk danced onto Remedy’s face as she pushed her ass against Kross’ morning wood. She grabbed his hand that was resting along her waist and lifted it up to her neck.
“Remedy—” Kross let out in a warning tone as he gripped her neck lightly.
“I know what I want, Kross.”
“Tell me what you want then, shawty.”
Remedy reached underneath the duvet and began shimmying herself out of the night shorts she had on.
She slipped the shorts from underneath the duvet and tossed them to the side.
“I want some good-ass morning sex that’ll have you forgetting about your problems just for a little while,” she let out in her soft and airy voice.
Kross took off his briefs, allowing his dick to grace the back of Remedy’s thighs.
She bit down on her bottom lip, full of anticipation as he lifted her leg so he had a passageway to slide into her from behind.
He reached down and massage her pussy, and a low grunt of satisfaction aired out of him as he felt how wet she was for him already.
He rubbed his bulbous tip against her slits, evoking a light purr out of her.
He took his time easing into her, knowing his size was a lot to handle all at once.
“You stay ready for me,” he growled into her ear as he rocked his hips into her at a slow and steady pace. The walls of Remedy’s tight and wet pussy wrapped around him perfectly, pulling him into a euphoric state of bliss.
“Always,” she moaned.
Once he stretched her out enough to take in all ten inches of his girthy dick, he picked up his pace and gave Remedy the rough loving she was craving.
His hand gripped her throat mildly as he pounded into her from behind in the spooning position they were laying in.
The sound of their skin colliding filled the suite as Remedy buried her head into a pillow.
“Nah, love. Let me hear you,” he ordered as his other hand tangled in her jet-black tresses to pull her face out of the pillow.
“Shit!” she cried as her tears and wispy lashes clogged her vision. “Why are you fucking me like this?!”
“This what you wanted, Remedy, right?” he moaned as his rough strokes caused her titties to bounce uncontrollably.
She felt her stomach tie into knots as Kross’ choppy breathing nestled into her ears.
Her pussy was the perfect distraction from what he had going on, and he wasn’t sparing her at all.
Unable to throat anything out due to him snatching her breath away, she mustered up the strength to offer him a weak nod.
He wasn’t satisfied with that, so he tightened the grip around her neck a little more as he lowered his head next to her ear.
“I need to fucking hear you, Remedy. This what you wanted, right?”
“Ouuu?fuck?yes!” she crowed as tears rolled down her gorgeous face. The pressure in the pit of her stomach was unbearable as she fought desperately to last as long as he did.
“Good fucking girl, Remedy,” she heard him praise her, sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Her moans peaked in pitch as her body shook against his.
She came raining down all over Kross’ dick as he continued to thrust inside of her.
She turned her head to him, and they met for an intense and sloppy kiss.
He only lasted a few more strokes before he felt his nut shoot inside of her.
He slipped out of her, allowing her to turn around and face him.
They both had hazy looks in their eyes as all the tension they carried in their bodies dissipated into thin air.
“C’mon,” he told her while pushing the duvet off and fully exposing their bare bodies.
“Where we going?”
“To the shower. I got some more pressure I need to let off,” he enlightened her as he got out of the bed. He didn’t even give her a chance to respond. He just snatched her up in his arms and carried her bridal style straight to the shower.
“Damn, can a bitch breathe?” She jokingly turned her lip up at him.
He sat her down to turn the shower on. “Nah, shawty.” He shook his head. “You don’t got no business throwing some good-ass pussy my way if you can’t handle going round for round.”
She smirked, appreciating his praise for how good her pussy was. He stepped aside and allowed her into the grand walk-in shower first.
“Kross, what the fuck?! You’re not in prison anymore!
You got hot water now!” she whined at the feeling of the freezing water that rained down on her from the shower head.
Still institutionalized as ever, he was still taking cold-ass showers, not realizing that hot water was no longer a privilege for him but a normality now.
He couldn’t help but laugh as he got into the shower right after her. “My fault. I’m still getting used to all this shit.”
She wasted no time turning the temperature up so they could take a nice, relaxing steamy shower.
Kross quickly had her pinned against the wall while he thrusted into her, releasing the rest of the pressure he had within him.
After she came and he busted a nut, they got cleaned up and stepped out of the shower together.
They lounged around in the plush complimentary robes provided by the hotel as they indulged in the room service they ordered up to the room.
“Aye, if you’re here, who opened up the shop today?” Kross asked once it finally dawned on him that Remedy was supposed to be at work.
Nonchalantly, she let a shrug roll off her shoulders. “I closed for the day. I wanted to make sure you were good.”
“You ain’t have to do that. I ain’t mean to make you miss out on making your paper.”
“You can’t make me do anything. I wanted to,” she sassed lightheartedly while reaching over to grab a fry off his plate.
Kross smacked his lips before nudging her head. “Steady talking crazy and fronting like you don’t give a fuck about a nigga.”
Remedy rolled her eyes, trying her best to contain the smile that surfaced on her face.
Kross had her in ways she couldn’t explain yet.
She didn’t want to make it too obvious because nothing good ever lasted for her.
Good things in her life were usually fleeting, and she didn’t want that to be the case with him.
“Yeah, whatever, nigga.” She waved him off.
A chuckle drifted out of Kross. He found her little attitude amusing. She liked to front, but her actions let him know he wasn’t the only one who was rocking heavy with the little situation they had going on.
“I fuck with you for real, Remedy,” he shamelessly revealed while peering into her eyes.
Looking up from her food, she met his gaze. His eyes were full of so much admiration as he licked his lips. Remedy couldn’t find it in herself to admit that she felt same way, so she found herself joking instead.
“Nigga, are we trauma bonding right now?” she jested, evoking laughter out of them.
“Whatever we’re doing, I fuck with it.” He shrugged his shoulders before grabbing her hand to pull her onto his lap.
She straddled him, and this time, it was her eyes peering into his. The laughter they once had fizzled out, and a silence struck them. He wrapped his strong arms around her as her hands cupped his handsome face.
“Kross,” she sighed deeply with a shake of her head.
It was evident that she had something to say, but she was afraid to let it out. Kross was never the type of nigga to bite his tongue, so he wanted Remedy to know she was free to say whatever she wanted and no judgment would be passed.
“What’s up, love? Tell me how you feel,” he encouraged her as he leaned back in his seat. As his hands gravitated below her waist and rubbed her thighs, he was hoping she would muster up the courage to just be real with him instead of fronting.
“You just seem like you know what you want out of life, and right now, I’m just figuring out who I really am. I don’t want where I am in life to not meet your expectations and you realize that this shit was all just a waste of time,” she expressed her concerns.