Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Remi
He made me dinner.
He opened up to me.
And the sex. Good god, the sex was incredible. Sometimes, sex with someone new for the first time is awkward and clumsy, but not with Gentry. With him, it felt like we already knew each other’s bodies. Like we’ve done this song and dance before.
But it’s the falling asleep with his burly body wrapped around me that really takes the cake.
I’ve always loved cuddling, being close to another person, feeling their body heat, listening to their steady breaths as they sleep.
I sleep so much better when I’m not alone, which is unfortunate, considering I’m single, and I have been for a while.
So, I’m soaking up tonight for more reasons than one.
The soft snores coming from Gentry let me know he’s still asleep, but I plan to change that in a minute.
As gently as I can, I roll over, making sure to keep his arm slung over me.
His body is soft and warm in the way you are when you’ve been sleeping for a while.
The faintest bit of light spills in through the blinds, allowing me to admire him for a moment.
His eyelashes rest against his cheeks, and his lips are slightly parted, breath warm against my face.
I’ve seen a whole new side to Gentry tonight, one that only makes my feelings deepen. For a moment, wrapped up in his arms, I let myself believe this is where I’m meant to be. That this is how it can always be. I let myself believe there’s a future here, not just one single night.
Gentry’s scent is familiar, comforting, and arousing all at the same time.
I can’t help it… Leaning in, my lips press on the flesh between his neck and shoulder as my hand caresses down his body.
He doesn’t rouse just yet, but I don’t anticipate that lasting long.
Especially not when I roll him onto his back and climb on top of him.
I nuzzle my face in his neck, breathing him in, before peppering him with kisses.
Moving down to his chest, Gentry finally stirs, his hands coming to hips automatically, like he’s worried I’ll move.
A sleepy groan rumbles in his throat as the blunt edges of his nails bite into my skin. “That feels good.”
“You just wait until I really get started,” I rasp.
My dick is already stiff and throbbing as I make my way down his body, leaving kisses everywhere on my descent. I can’t get enough of him. I want to pinch myself because it feels like this is a really fucking good dream I’m going to wake up from any second.
His stomach dips as my tongue trails along his ab muscles, and his hips lift, seeking the friction he knows he needs.
I position myself between his spread thighs, my heart galloping behind my ribs, a painful yet thrilling beat of my need for Gentry.
I drink in the sight of the man lying before me.
He’s ruggedly beautiful, with sharp lines and strong muscles.
Holding his gaze, I hook my fingers into the waistband of the briefs he insisted on wearing to bed.
I don’t say anything, but somehow, he knows exactly what I’m asking.
Nodding, he lifts his hips again, letting me drag the material down his legs.
As soon as I toss them onto the floor, I lie between his thighs on my stomach.
My mouth waters, finding his thick, delicious cock half-hard already.
His balls, full and red, hang low, begging to be played with.
Gentry’s breathing kicks up as I bury my face in his groin, inhaling deeply, and when the flat of my tongue works its way up the length of his shaft, a deep-throated, husky groan pulls from his chest. He lifts himself up onto his elbows, peering down at me as I glance up at him through my lashes.
“I could get used to this,” he breathes, voice laced with sleep and sudden arousal.
My heart pitter-patters, and I try not to read too much into it.
“I need you,” I moan, teasing my fingers over his balls.
“Have me,” he replies simply.
Fire swims through my veins as my lips find the tip of his cock.
I take it in my mouth, sinking down until he’s seated in my throat.
It’s snug and brings tears to my eyes, my head dizzy with need and the lack of oxygen.
Gentry groans, the sound vibrating through his body as I bob my head up and down.
Slowly. Methodically. Even though all I want to do is ravage him roughly, deeply, thoroughly.
My fingers trail behind his balls and over his taint, massaging a circle around his hole. Removing my mouth from his cock, a smirk plays on my lips. “Is daddy ready for round two?”
Gentry moans, rolling his hips forward. “Yes, please.”
That answer sets my blood on fire. I can’t wait another second.
“Roll onto your side,” I rasp as I sit back on my haunches and reach over to grab the bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, I’m about to grab another condom when Gentry’s words stop me in my tracks.
“No, don’t,” he says. “I wanna really feel you.”
My heart thumps so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if it busted through my chest cavity. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you want to.”
“Oh, I abso-fuckin’-lutely do.”
Fuck. This night just keeps getting better and better.
Since we only had sex a couple of hours ago, it doesn’t take long to get Gentry prepped and ready for my cock.
Once I finish lathering up, I lie on my side behind him, lifting his leg with one hand while I grip myself at the base, guiding the tip to his slippery hole.
I ease in slowly, taking it inch by inch, careful not to go too fast, even though all I want is to be deep inside his body again.
Once I’m fully sheathed, we share a relieved groan.
Gentry peers at me over his shoulder, heat and something much softer gazing back at me.
It takes my breath away. I can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to his shoulder before doing the same to his mouth.
My tongue slips past his lips as I pull out all the way to the tip, sinking back in a little rougher this time.
This is one of my favorite positions because intimacy is so palpable.
Bodies are fully connected; we can’t get any closer even if we tried.
Which is exactly why I don’t do it often.
This isn’t a just-for-tonight position. I know better, but I’m doing it anyway.
With a hand planted on his hip and the other threading through the hair on the back of Gentry’s head, I work my way in and out of him, his tight warmth making my head spin. “Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, daddy.”
“So do you,” he moans, arching his back, letting me slide in even deeper.
Our lips meet again. I kiss him softly while my hips rock into him.
This is nowhere near as rough or frantic as the first time, yet just as intense, if not more.
Sweat drips down the back of my neck, my hair sticking to my forehead.
Gentry rests his head on my shoulder while I wrap my arm around his middle.
We’re skin to skin, not an inch of space between us, and I can’t get over how right it feels.
My hand slides down his stomach, finding his cock stiff and leaking. I curl my fingers around it, stroking as I continue to fuck him.
“Oh, god, Remington… Yesss, don’t stop.”
A growl sounds in my throat. “Wouldn’t dream of it, daddy.”
Heat spreads low in my spine, cascading through my veins.
I’m close, so fucking close. But just like the first time, it’s Gentry’s orgasm that sends me over the edge.
His cock throbs in my hand, his ass pulsating as he spills all over the bed.
The guttural groan he lets out has my balls tightening and my dick exploding.
I bite down on his shoulder as I release inside him.
It’s euphoric, the way his body makes me feel.
And knowing that I’ll be leaking out of him once we’re done makes me way happier than it should.
His body sags against mine, exhaustion probably taking over like it is for me. Right as I’m about to pull out and go get another washcloth, Gentry’s hand flies to mine. “Don’t,” he murmurs. “Stay. I like feelin’ you inside of me.”
Fucking hell.
I kiss his sweat-slicked shoulder. “I can do that.”
“Wow,” he exhales. “That was—”
“Mind-blowing? Toe-curling? Earth-shattering?” I finish for him, pulling a deep chuckle from his chest.
“Yeah, somethin’ like that.”
“Not gonna lie, I wanted to wake you up with a blow job, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be into that.”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I be into that?”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “A little thing called consent,” I say. “Can’t exactly consent when you’re unconscious.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Well, next time, just know you have my full consent.”
A minute later, Gentry’s breathing evens out. It takes me a bit longer to get there. Mostly because my mind is hung up on two little words that I’m not even sure he knows he said.
Next time.
“Remington, fuck!” Gentry’s hands tug on the strands of hair atop my head. His grip is tight. Painful, but in a good way. “Your mouth, ahh— That feels…so damn good.”
With my mouth full, I hum as my head sinks down until he’s sitting in my throat.
Swallowing around him, I relish the way he writhes beneath me.
For the third time in the last twelve hours, I’ve had Gentry falling apart because of me.
It’s a little after four in the morning.
I woke up to pee about ten minutes ago, and when I climbed back into bed, he had rolled onto his back, and the sight was too tempting to ignore, especially considering his last words before he passed out a few hours ago.
“You enjoy suckin’ my cock, don’t you?” he asks, voice full of gravel and sleep as he uses the grip on my hair to guide my mouth the way he wants it. Having him take a little control has me all kinds of hot and bothered.
I hum again by way of response, my mouth too occupied at the moment to talk.
“Such a good boy,” he rasps and thrusts his cock deeper in my throat.
Gagging, spit dribbles out of the corner of my mouth, soaking his balls. I can’t get enough of him. I want to consume all of him, as many times as I can, in every way that I can. I’m insatiable when it comes to this man.
When Gentry brings his other hand to my head, I know he’s close.
Anticipation and heat unfurl in my chest, spreading down into my groin.
My cock is hard and aching, but this time isn’t about me.
It’s all for him. His muscles tense, his thighs trembling as he throws his head back and lets go.
Salty-sweet cum spills down my throat, his dick throbbing against my tongue.
I swallow every last drop, savoring it and already wanting more.
I lay my head on the pillow beside him, and he rolls onto his side, his mouth crashing into mine. His tongue is hungry as it licks into my mouth, and he groans when he tastes himself. It doesn’t last long, but it takes my breath away anyway.
“You really know how to put a man to sleep,” he jokes, sliding his arm underneath his pillow.
“What can I say? I aim to please.”
He chuckles softly, his eyelids fluttering closed. I watch as he falls asleep again, my chest aching.
I don’t want this to end.
I want to live in this moment forever. But I already know that can’t happen.
One night.
That was the deal. It’s what I agreed to. This isn’t about feelings and intimacy for Gentry. It’s about sex. Using each other’s bodies to find a carnal type of pleasure. It’s about a release. Nothing more, nothing less.
Once I’m sure he’s asleep, I carefully and quietly roll out of bed and get dressed.
It’ll be sunrise soon, and like the creature of habit Gentry is, I’m sure he’ll be up right along with it, but I can’t be here for that.
If there’s one thing last night showed me, it’s that I’m in love with Gentry Moore—probably been in love with him for longer than I realize—and it would kill me if he woke up and regretted our night together. I can’t risk seeing that on his face.
I just can’t.
I need to protect myself, and this night, and leave before it’s too late.
My throat is tight as I slip on my boots by the front door. I take one last look around, at the house I’ve been in a thousand times before, the house I’ll probably be at a million more.
But it’s different now.
This house holds our little secret. Our one night.
I agreed to this, yet as I walk out and head to my truck, I can’t help but worry I’ll never be the same again.