Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Remi
I’m drunk on so much more than liquor.
Throwing my leg over Gentry, I straddle him and grab onto the headboard.
Our lips meet in a flurry of need and unbridled desire.
I groan as his tongue sweeps inside and rolls against mine.
His mouth tastes like bourbon, the smooth smoke lingering in the back of my throat.
Gentry deepens the kiss, taking his time, like he knows I’ve got nowhere to be but here.
My lips part, and he pulls a soft moan from me when he sucks on the tip of my tongue.
Heat travels down my spine, settling low in my belly like a sinful promise.
I can’t breathe, my head is dizzy, and I can’t seem to get close enough to him.
I’m out of my mind, needing everything Gentry can give me.
Just this once.
Those three words have been playing on a loop in my mind since he sent that text. One time, that’s what I agreed to. But if being with him feels this good, and it’s only the beginning, I already know with damn certainty, walking away in the morning is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I grab the bottle and take another sip, but don’t swallow.
Bringing my hand up to his face, I grip Gentry’s jaw, and when he relaxes and parts his lips, I lean over him and let the liquor spill into his mouth.
He groans, his eyelids fluttering as he swallows.
I lick into his mouth, tasting the bourbon fresh on his tongue.
His hands come to my waist, slipping just beneath my t-shirt.
Nails biting into my flesh, he grinds against me and kisses me back.
Gentry’s mouth is demanding. His hands are everywhere—squeezing, kneading, claiming—like he’s starving, and I’m the first real thing he’s tasted in years. It’s messy in the best way, sticky and sweet. A slow burn that quickly turns into a deep throb everywhere he touches.
My lips leaving his, I pepper kisses along his scruffy jaw.
Gentry’s body shudders when my tongue dips out, licking a hot path up the column of his neck, the salty taste of his sweat, heady and intoxicating.
I roll my hips, grinding against his thick, meaty erection, my cock already stiff and eager behind my jeans.
“I can’t take it,” Gentry breathes into my mouth as he holds me close. “I need you. I need more, Remington.”
Never in a million years did I think I’d hear Gentry Moore utter those words to me. It’s a shot of lust straight to my core. It lights me up.
Hungry lips find mine again as his fingers work my belt open, then my jeans.
As soon as my zipper’s down, he’s undoing his own.
My gaze drops, and I fist my hands to keep from touching him while I watch with lust-drunk eyes as he pulls us out, taking both our dicks in his hand.
The feel of his hard, thick cock pressed up against my own is unreal.
My need for Gentry isn’t just a thought anymore. It’s physical. It’s buzzing under my skin, an inferno raging in my gut, sending goosebumps and tingles all over. Visceral, and so fucking overwhelming. It steals my breath away and silences my mind, thinking about nothing but him. Only him.
Rocking my hips, my cock thrusting into his tight grip, pleasure soars through my body.
We’re both so turned on, pre-cum spills from both of us.
Gentry swipes his thumb over the tips, gathering the sticky liquid and using it as lube as he jacks us as one.
I reach for his muscular bicep, holding on as I let my head fall forward.
His eyes lift, dark and heavy, meeting mine.
This feels surreal.
Gentry Moore.
My best friend’s dad, and the man I’ve longed to be with for years.
This is happening, and I never thought it would. It steals my breath away.
Remembering what he admitted to me earlier, how inexperienced and rusty he is, I’m overcome with an intense desire to make this special. I want to spend the night taking care of him—his needs, his wants, his desires. Show him how good it can really be. Show him how good I can be for him.
Not that it really matters, in the grand scheme of things, since it’s only for tonight.
I place my hand over his, halting the movement. When his gaze lifts to mine, confusion furrowing his brow, I say, “I wanna taste you again. Wanna make you feel good.”
Climbing off his lap, I settle between his strong thighs before ridding him of his jeans, and then his shirt. I groan before I can stop myself as I unabashedly drag my gaze over Gentry. He’s naked and absolutely breathtaking.
His body is a masterpiece, built like the very ranch he’s dedicated his whole life to; strong at the foundation, and shaped by time, work, and sun.
His broad shoulders look even wider without his clothes on, and his chest is thick and solid.
The type of strength built not in a gym, but under the open sky and rough, unforgiving seasons.
My eyes take in the marks on his body, a faint scatter of scars that each tell a different story.
Stories I’d love to trace with my tongue and listen to for hours.
I lean over his body, trailing my hands down his fuzzy chest and over his warm, soft stomach.
A light dusting of hair that’s more salt than pepper, like his chest, leads down, revealing solid, masculine hips and thick, sturdy thighs.
My mouth waters at the sight of his engorged cock and full, heavy balls.
“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve dreamed about havin’ you like this,” I groan before biting my knuckle and cataloging this to memory.
Gentry chuckles, the sound deep and hearty. “I’m not sure I wanna know.”
“Eh, probably not.” I snort. “But just know… I’ll never forget tonight.”
The heat in his gaze is still there, but there’s something else with it. Something I can’t place. That is, until he says, “I won’t either.”
And just like that, it hits me. That look in his eyes… It’s vulnerability.
“We don’t have to—” I start to say, but he shakes his head, cutting me off.
It makes my chest ache. It has me needing to touch him.
I lean forward once more and grab him by the back of the neck, hauling his mouth to mine.
Our lips fuse, and I pour everything into this kiss.
I kiss Gentry like I need this more than I need my next breath.
And I do.
When the kiss ends, I rest my forehead on his and hold his gaze, breathing him in for a moment before sitting back on my heels.
My fingers curl around his hard, velvety-smooth length, and I pump him slowly, flicking my wrist on the upstroke.
With my other hand, I palm his balls, rolling and tugging enough to elicit a rough, gravelly moan from his chest.
I dip my head down, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth.
I’ve been dying to do this again since the night at the bar, but this time, I plan to take my time.
Don’t get me wrong, that blow job was hot as fuck, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but a man like Gentry needs to be taken apart and consumed slowly, treated like a privilege, not a quick fix.
And I plan to do just that all night long.
After I tease him with my tongue, I take him to the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes and my nose brushing against the dark patch of hair at the base.
I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his intoxicating aroma.
It takes no time at all for me to lose myself to Gentry, to this moment, and to the sounds I pull out of him with each roll of my tongue.
As soon as I feel like he’s getting close to the edge, I pull off and sit back on my haunches. “Does that feel good, daddy?”
“So goddamn good.”
Stroking him with one hand, I trail the other behind his balls, running two fingers gently along his taint. “And if I were to play back here, would that feel good too?”
Gentry groans, his jaw tight and eyes dark with desire. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. The way his cock throbs in my grip and his thighs open wider tells me everything I need to know.
His gaze burns into mine as I lower myself onto my stomach.
Flattening my tongue, I lick the underside of Gentry’s length while simultaneously pushing his knees back, putting all of him on display.
And fuck, what a sight it is. I tease my tongue across his taint, loving the way his body writhes beneath me.
When I reach his hole, his eyelids flutter closed, and he arches his back.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, voice dripping with lust, full of gravel.
Doing as I say, his dark, glossy eyes connect with mine as I spread him open with my hands.
I’m moving before I even know what I’m doing, nuzzling my face against his body and dragging in another long, deep breath, like I’m trying to memorize Gentry’s scent.
My head is hazy as my pulse kicks hard under my skin.
Pressing a tender kiss to his inner thigh, I then dive back in and draw a circle around his hole with my tongue. I take my time, savoring him and making sure to give him as much pleasure as I can.
“Fuck, you taste good, daddy,” I groan, unable to help myself.
I need him. I need him so fucking bad I can’t think straight.
Need to feel the weight of his husky body against mine as he pumps into me, stretching me.
I need the teeth-gritting burn that comes with the first fill; pain that quickly transforms into toe-curling pleasure.
Or maybe it’ll be me filling him. Maybe I’ll be the one easing inside him, feeling his body adjust to my cock.
Fuck, I’d love that. But would he? I guess only time will tell, and I’m nowhere near ready to go there yet. Not when he’s putty under my tongue.
“Do you want more?” I ask, circling my finger over the tight muscle while grinding my hips into the mattress to try to relieve the ache of my impossibly hard dick.
Gentry swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple rolling in his throat, while he peers down at me. A look of apprehension passes through his gaze, but it doesn’t outweigh the heat. “I’ve never done that,” he admits, and even in the dark room, the flush to his cheeks is clear as day.
“We don’t have to,” I say in a hurry.
“No, no—” He swallows again, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. “That’s not what I’m sayin’. I want to, just…go slow.”
Oh, I plan on it.
Understanding passes through me, and my chest squeezes with the vulnerability in his tone. “Do you have lube?”
“Drawer.”
My heart flutters as I retrieve the clear bottle from his nightstand. “Let me know if you don’t like it or want me to stop,” I murmur.
He nods, then wraps a hand around his swollen cock, lazily stroking as I get back to work.
Getting him nice and wet, my tongue leaves no area untouched.
It’s messy, filthy, and it’s better than every wet dream I’ve ever had.
A bolt of heat rolls down my spine, settling deep in my groin, and my heart is pounding powerfully as I squirt a glob of the cool gel onto my finger before bringing it to Gentry’s entrance.
Using the pad of my index finger, I massage the area lightly before applying a little pressure.
Gentry sucks in a breath as I slip past the muscle.
His body tenses, and he releases the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard as his head drops back.
Slowly and carefully, I inch my way farther in while replacing his hand on his cock with mine.
He throbs against my palm, the tip glistening with his arousal.
“That’s it, daddy,” I breathe out. “You doin’ okay?”
He nods, his eyes black orbs as he chews on his bottom lip.
I continue to work him open while stroking him to the same rhythm. One digit quickly becomes two, and his eyes roll back as soon as I graze that sweet spot deep inside him. My entire body lights up for him.
“Fuck,” he moans. His hips rock back and forth, like he’s desperate for more on both ends. I’m not sure if he even realizes he’s doing it.
“You like my fingers fucking you like this, daddy?”
A groan rumbles from his chest. “Yes, but I want more.”
My cock throbs. I can hardly take it. “Oh, yeah? More what?”
I have an idea about what he’s looking for, but I’m going to need him to spell it out. Can’t go getting my hopes up.
“I need you, Remington.”
Fuck.
Holy shit.
Fuck.
There it is.
I nearly come from those four words alone. Add in the rough edge to his tone, how it’s dripping with sex… I’m a fucking goner.
Heart thrashing, I add a third finger to the mix, stretching and prepping him. His legs quiver. “You’re sure?” I ask.
“Yes, Remington, I’m sure. Please.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I climb off the bed. “Well, who am I to deny you want you really want?”
Grabbing the condom I stored in my pocket for tonight, I toss it onto the bed before reaching behind my head and tugging off my t-shirt.
Gentry’s gaze is burning as he watches me remove my jeans next.
He’s stroking his cock again, the sight wanton.
My body is on fire, my skin tingling, as I shove my briefs down and step out of them.
Climbing back onto the bed, I grab the condom and rip the foil open with my teeth.
As I roll it onto my stiff, aching cock, I say, “I’ll go slow, but if it’s too much, please tell me.”
Gentry’s nervous. It’s in his eyes, in the way his hands grip the bedsheet beneath him. He nods. “I will.”
I’m overwhelmed in the best way as I position myself between his thighs again.
Grabbing the lube, I lather myself before spreading more on him.
We share a look, our eyes saying everything our mouths can’t.
Or at least, mine does. I want, so badly, to make this good for him.
He’s giving me so much, putting an enormous amount of trust in me.
I can’t fuck that up. Lining myself up to Gentry’s entrance, I drag in a deep breath, my heart clear in my throat.
His legs circle my waist, and my stomach flutters at the look in his eyes as he peers up at me.
“Ready?” I ask.
He nods once, never once looking away. “I’m ready.”
This is it.
I’ve dreamt about this for years, and it’s finally going to happen.
Let’s hope I don’t bust the second I’m inside.