Chapter 7 Streeter
STREETER
Yeah, the adorable hummingbird is covered in blood and evidence of a mass murder, but that’s not the reason I want to shower with him. I want to see him naked again, and I want him nice and clean for what I have planned for him.
Though I made it sound like we’re showering together because I think he’ll run, there’s no way he could get very far down the mountain with the way the snow is coming down, and I know he doesn’t want to die of hypothermia.
I could sit alone in the bathtub for an hour and come back to find him waiting for me.
I’m not worried about him leaving. I want him wet and against me so I can touch him more.
“We have to get the body from the front of the cabin,” I mention as we step into the bathroom. I bat his hands away from the hem of his shirt and draw it over his head, taking in every inch of his creamy skin that comes into view.
“Body?” he whispers, shivering as my hands ghost across his right nipple. “We missed one?”
“Mhm,” I hum. “The first guy. The stupid shit who tried to stab me.”
“Garth,” he answers automatically, watching my hands as they drift down to the button on his jeans.
I grunt. “That fucker. Before it gets buried too deep, we have to move him with the others.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re right.”
Remi looks up at me, those wide brown eyes threatening to fucking undo me.
I slide my hands down the front of his pants and grasp his cock, making a ragged gasp escape his lips. Bending until my lips are a hairsbreadth away from his, I whisper, “Start the shower, Remi. You have blood on your face.”
A shudder racks his chest as he places his hands on my shoulders, pushing into my palm. I let him fuck into my grip a few times, soaking up the soft whimpers escaping his throat. If I weren’t sticky with blood, I’d bend him over right now and get my dick into him.
With effort, I pull away and snatch my hand from his cock. Remi groans and pushes close to me, those puppy dog eyes peering up at me, asking a question his mouth can’t seem to form.
Chuckling, I nudge him backward, and he stumbles over his feet. “Start the shower,” I say as I pull my shirt over my head and drag my jeans off my hips, letting them pool around my feet. “As hot as you can stand it.”
Remi nods, but his gaze is glued to my body, his eyes tracking down my chest, to my abs, stopping on the outline of my dick that’s tenting my briefs. I’m eager to get into him, but we need to clean up first. Then I’ll make him come so hard he’ll feel lightheaded.
His pink tongue darts out to wet his lips and I groan, the memories of that tongue on my cock rushing back. My dick twitches and he moans, his pupils blowing wide.
“The shower, Hummingbird,” I quip, sliding my hand down to cup my shaft.
He nods slowly and turns away with what looks like great effort. His hands shake as he starts the shower. I take the time to remove my shoes, then my pants from my ankles and my socks. Lastly, I strip off my briefs just as Remi turns around.
“Oh… shit. I… wow. Just wow,” he murmurs in awe, and I grin at the compliment.
“In you go, Rem.” I gesture towards the shower.
He quickly strips off the rest of his clothes and climbs into the shower, hissing when the water hits his flesh. “Too hot?” I ask.
“No,” he answers as I step inside. “I’m still cold from being outside.”
I wrap my arm around his waist and yank him toward me, feeling his rigid length against my leg. For Remi to be so small, he has a nice-sized dick. I can’t wait to get on my knees for him and take him down my throat. But for now, I want to play with him.
Gathering a cloth and body wash—I hope both belong to him—I squirt some of the nice-smelling gel onto the material and lather it up. Then I wash Remi, getting all the blood I can see off his skin. I push him under the spray, watching the suds drift down the drain.
Remi watches me, a look of disbelief on his face. It’s kind of unnerving.
An eyebrow raised, I say, “What?”
“Nothing. I just…” He takes the cloth from my hand and cleans the blood from my skin. “No one’s ever washed me before, that’s all.”
“Not even that cunt you came here with?”
Remi smiles, that nervous laugh coming back. “Definitely not him. He wasn’t… he wasn’t the most attentive boyfriend.” His expression falls, and an almost dead look enters his eyes. “Honestly, he wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who did… that stuff.”
I shrug and let him wash the blood from my neck. “Well, he’s dead now, so you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
A soft smile ticks up his lips. “Why does that make me feel better?”
“Because you’re free, Hummingbird.” I thumb over his cheek, cleaning a small smudge of red away.
“Am I?” Remi’s question sounds like he doesn’t know what that really means.
I don’t answer, I can’t. Because I’m not sure what the fuck I’m going to do with him.
He’s not acting as a captive or someone who’s here against his will.
He helped me move bodies without complaint, for fuck’s sake.
So if something goes down and my crimes are discovered, it will be mutually assured destruction. But can I just let him go?
Since I don’t know how to answer that, I drizzle some body wash on my fingers and slide it down his crack. Remi inhales sharply, then releases the breath shakily. I rub over his hole, getting him nice and clean.
Remi’s dick stabs at my thigh, and I grin down at him as he moans. “Feel good?” I ask, rolling my hips so my cock drags over his belly.
“Yeah. Do you think you could… mmm…” His cheeks turn a fine shade of pink as he stares at me, licking his lips as he teeters on the edge of asking for what he wants.
“You want me to finger fuck you, Hummingbird?” I tease him. I bend to lick the seam of his mouth, loving his ragged gasp.
“Yes, please.” His blunt nails dig into the skin of my shoulders.
Chuckling, I shake my head and pull my fingers free. Remi whines, digging harder into my skin.
I ignore the arousing bite of pain and spread his ass cheeks apart, letting the water rinse away the soap.
Then I spin him to the back of the shower, his chest hitting the cold surface of the wall. He hisses and looks over his shoulder at me. His eyes widen when he watches me get down on my knees.
“What are you doing, Streeter?”
I shush him, placing soft kisses on his ass cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m going to make you feel good, I promise.” Then I spread him open and dive in.
Remi lets out a high groan when my tongue makes contact with his furled skin. He trembles as I lap at him, one hand landing on the back of my head as he moans.
Grinning against his hole, I drag my tongue up and down, getting his musky flavor down my throat.
Fuck, he tastes good. And the way he moans? Fucking heaven.
I eat him out like he’s my last meal, laving from his balls to the top of his crease, over and over. His sweet whimpers and babbling linger in the air, expressing how good I’m making him feel.
My dick throbs between my legs at how intoxicating he sounds, but I ignore it. Right now, this is all about Remi, all about getting him off like he did me earlier. My orgasm can wait until I have him a fucking puddle at my feet.
“I… oh, God. More, please?” he murmurs, pushing his ass back against my face. I grip his hips to hold him in place and spear my tongue into him. Remi curses and moans and babbles, rolling his ass on my tongue.
I fuck him with it, reaching around to circle his cock in a loose fist.
“Please,” Remi gasps. “I’m so close. Harder.”
Closing my palm around him, I jerk him off in earnest as I remove my tongue and clamp my lips around his entrance, sucking at him.
He moans throatily as his cock swells before he sprays, his cum trailing down my hand as his shaft throbs with each spurt. My dick twitches as I lick Remi through his orgasm.
When he’s drained and releases the death grip he had on my hair, I get to my feet and hold his ass cheeks apart with one hand and jerk my dick with the other. Staring down at his tight, spit-soaked hole has pleasure licking down my spine.
On a grunt that almost has me dizzy, I explode, shooting my spunk onto his hole, and watch as the spurts slide down to his balls.
Remi leans his chest against the wall, his breaths sawing in and out audibly.
Wrapping my arm around his waist, I pull his back to my chest and nuzzle at his neck. Remi lifts his arm and buries his hand into my hair, holding me in place. Soft mewls leave his throat as I suck marks into him.
“That was… I’ve never…” He stumbles over his words, stopping and starting his sentence several times before he says, “Thank you. I’ve read that a hundred times, and I never imagined it could be like that.”
“Me rimming you?” I ask, planting soft kisses over the marks on his neck.
“Uhm… anyone doing it, really.”
I stop kissing him and turn him around, taking in his lust-drunk eyes and dark blush. “You’ve never been rimmed before?”
He bites his lip and shakes his head.
“Oh, Hummingbird.” I pull his lip from between his teeth, then press my mouth to his in a soft kiss. “What else have you been missing?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t… I told you Trevor wasn’t the best boyfriend.”
A growl rumbles up my throat. What a dick. Remi deserves better than what that fucking fuck gave him.
But it’s all good. He’ll be with me until the snow stops falling. In that time, there is so much I can do to him, so much pleasure I can show him. Probably more than he can take, but I’ll push his boundaries until he’s had enough.
Something tells me Remi won’t tell me to stop, that he’ll want everything I have to give him.
Thumbing over his lower lip, I say, “While we’re here, you’ll have more pleasure than you can stand. Rimming you is just the tip of the iceberg, Hummingbird.”
The flash of fear that crosses his face has my cock thickening for a round two. Oh yes, there is so much I can show this man. He’ll be drained dry by the time we’re done.