Chapter 9
— Remmy —
I paused with the tip of Scout’s dick nudging the back of my throat, blocking my airway. His erection swelled in my mouth, adding to the girth I relaxed my jaw to. If I focused on my gag reflex, I’d gag. Instead, I found a rhythm, breathing each time I lifted my head and ran my tongue around the tip of his dick. Each time I took him deep, Scout let out either a tortured groan or a hissed curse.
Having him splayed out and gasping, completely at my mercy, gave me a kick. I was a woman who wasn’t afraid of my sexuality. Wasn’t afraid to ask for or go after what I wanted. Nor was I scared to say no or create boundaries, especially for myself. Life had taught me that you couldn’t predict what the next day would bring. One day it could be serving rainbows, then the next, serving nails. If only I’d been harder on myself to begin with, I wouldn’t have had to learn tough lessons the hard way.
Scout’s fingers tangled in my wet hair as it dripped water onto our skin and the bed. His other hand held my head steady as he thrust up. Slow at first, before his rhythm sped up. My eyes began to water, and I was barely able to snag a quick breath before his dick hit the back of my throat again. He’d flipped the power, rendering me completely submissive to his dominance. All I could do was keep my jaw slack and wide. My saliva coated his balls as I played with them, spreading the wetness around before I dared to push Scout to his limits.
I circled his ass at first, then gently pushed against the pucker. His rhythm faltered until I hummed, and only once he picked up the pace again did I slide my finger fully into his ass.
A hiss came from above.
And when Scout growled through gritted teeth, “Fuck, Remmy, I—”
I massaged a particular spot with the tip of my finger, circling around and around like I knew worked.
Scout sucked in sharp inhale. “Fuck, that actually feels good. Jesus Christ!”
He almost sounded angry. Or delirious, I couldn’t tell, I just kept pressing on his prostate. It wasn’t long before Scout’s rhythm faltered again, and he slammed roughly into the back of my throat, making me gag hard.
On a long, tortured groan peppered with drawn out curses, Scout came down my throat. I swallowed the buildup when I could and kept massaging the underside of his shaft with my tongue until he eased out of my mouth.
After I gently withdrew my finger, he splayed his arms wide, chest heaving, and cursed skyward at the exposed rafters.
“Holy fuck. Where—What—Who—What the fuck ?” he finally panted.
I giggled and crawled between his open knees. Trailing kisses up his neck, I then nipped on his earlobe. “And that is how we take back the power. You’re welcome.”
Scout lifted his head to look at me through one cracked eyelid. “I’ve never had my ass plundered before, but for an orgasm like that, I wouldn’t have been so cynical about it.” His chest vibrated with laughter, and he ran a hand down his face. “Fuckin’ hell, Remmy. Women can run the world any day if you’re going to suck dick like that.”
“Told you I’d give you the best BJ you’ve ever had.” Snickering to myself, I stood and went to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Scout’s voice followed me. “I’m actually lost for words for once.”
He walked bow-legged into the bathroom, then flipped the toilet lid up and sat down.
I did a double take and arched a brow. “Make yourself at home.”
He scoffed. “Considering you’ve just had your finger up my ass, pissing in front of you shouldn’t be a shock.”
“It’s not. It just feels rather… intimate,” I confessed as I dried off my hands.
Sex was never a problem. Intimacy was… that was how hearts got broken.
I thumbed over my shoulder. “So, feel free to hang in here while I finish things out there.”
Confusion scrunched Scout’s brow quickly before comprehension had his mouth falling open. “Oh, you mean you’re going to…” He flicked his fingers together.
“Yeah. You’re not the only one who wants an orgasm before brunch with the newlyweds,” I teased.
I opened my toiletries bag on the vanity, plucked out my little vibrator, then smirked at Scout over my shoulder as I left. “Don’t mind me, Ace.”
The toilet lid slammed then flushed, and Scout barely paused to wash his hands before his chest crushed me into the bed.
“If that thing goes anywhere near between your legs without me holding it, then I’ll throw it so far you’ll never find it again.”
A hum accompanied my sassy head tilt. “That’s okay. I have many.”
Scout growled and wrestled the little vibrator from my grasp. It didn’t take much. Even with an injured elbow, his strength surpassed mine a hundred times over.
He splayed one hand wide over my chest, anchoring me against the mattress, while the other teased the vibrator between my open legs.
He chuckled when I bucked, then grinned when he carefully circled it against my sensitive flesh.
“Say where,” he whispered.
On a particularly sweet spot, I halted him. “There.” A massive involuntary inhale filled my lungs, and my back arched a little. “Yes, right here.”
It didn’t take long for my arousal to fully kindle, and Scout, God bless him, used the perfect amount of restraint and pressure, teasing and edging against my clit, while whispering praise that pushed my arousal higher than ever.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, glancing from my pussy to my face. The heat and need darkening his eyes further set me alight, and before I knew it, my body bucked against the hand holding me down.
His palm shifted from my chest to my mouth when I screamed my way through the orgasm that sent my soul into another galaxy. Each panted breath escaped my flared nostrils as my cries reduced to the occasional mewl of pleasure.
When I shook my head, his hand immediately recoiled from my mouth. “Holy shit, that vibrator never fails me.”
He held it up, pinched between his forefinger and thumb, and inspected it. “It looks like a purple flattened egg. It’s got some power though.” His gaze shifted to me. “No wonder you’re gasping and flushed.”
I pushed up onto shaky elbows and plucked it from his grasp. “It’s one of the first things I pack when I’m away from home for more than one night.”
A puff of air left his chest, and he stared at me with renewed curiosity. “Huh, no way.”
“Yes way.” I fell back onto the bed, pulse still racing within my ribcage.
I was one happy and sated bitch. The change of pace was nice compared to what I was used to. Normally, it was me providing the pleasure, so to be forced to lie back and take what Scout offered without complaint was the perfect start to my morning.
Scout’s snicker re-opened my eyelids. I rolled my head his way as he pushed off the bed. “What are you chortling at?”
He scoffed. “I wasn’t chortling; I was weighing up whether we need another shower. A proper one this time.”
“You can if you want. No coffee in the shower though,” I deadpanned.
Chuckling, his eyes slowly tracked down my body, lingering on my thighs. He leaned forward and touched my left one. “What’s the scar from? Looks like it was a gnarly one.”
I hummed. “It was. I had a bicycle accident and broke my femur.”
Thankfully not asking more questions, Scout simply grimaced, murmured, “Ouch,” then started searching the floor, still buck-ass-naked.
He plucked up his pants from last night, frowned, tossed them aside, then dropped to his knees in search of something on the floor.
“Have you seen my painkillers?” came his mumble from out of sight.
The simple question hit like an unjust accusation, and my hackles rose. “I didn’t take them—I haven’t even seen them!”
His head snapped up, and he frowned at me, eye level with the mattress. “I didn’t say you did. It was a question, not an accusation.” He ducked back down and swept the carpet with his palm. “They must have fallen out earlier in the night. I’ll need to head back to my room and grab some more from my bag—my elbow’s aching like hell.”
I pulled the sheet around my naked body as if it would help soothe away the guilt over jumping to conclusions. “Sorry, I would offer some, but I don’t have any at all.”
“That’s okay,” he murmured, ceasing his search to pull on his underwear and pants. Our gazes locked as he tugged up the zipper. “Are we playing it cool from here?”
Holding his gaze, I tried to decipher exactly what he meant, then settled on him wanting to keep our hookup discreet in the light of day.
I shrugged. “Sure.”
Hair still half-wet and mussed, Scout buttoned his shirt, then looped the sling over his head and rested his arm in it. I watched him as he collected his boots and socks but didn’t put them on, then angled my face up when he leaned in to peck me on the cheek.
“See you soon at brunch, Remmy.”
And as the door quietly closed behind him, I looked around the room. It was the epitome of I fucked a stranger last night .
On a deep, contented sigh, I rolled from the bed and stretched, letting the bed sheet drop onto the floor. I had another night here tonight, so I’d let housekeeping fix the cabin while I was at brunch. Lord knows after last night with Scout, the sheets needed to be changed.