Chapter 11 Streeter
STREETER
The sweet moans coming from Remi almost undo me and have me blowing my load way before I’m ready. Fuck, he’s a fucking vision.
His expression is open with pleasure so profound that I’m fucking drunk with it. I soak it up, tilting my hips to see his face twist in an even greater show of his ecstasy.
“That’s right, Hummingbird,” I grit out through the waves of pleasure coursing up my spine. “Tell me how my dick feels. Talk to me.”
He parts his lips and sings for me. “Fuck, it’s… it’s…” He whimpers, like trying to think while getting fucked is too much for him. “I’ve read hundreds of books and no one ever described it like this. You’re so fucking good, Streeter. Like I can feel you in my chest.”
I hum, nipping roughly at his lower lip. “More,” I urge as I raise one of his legs to rest on my shoulder, opening him wider so I can fuck him deeper. “Tell me more.”
“Streeter, oh God.” He shivers in my arms, goosebumps pebbling over his skin. “I’ve never… never felt this good. No one has ever made me feel this good. Fuck, please. I’m close. So close.”
A growl leaves my lips as I watch pain, pleasure, and arousal flit across his face. His eyes open and he meets my gaze, fire burning in his stare.
I’ve never had a partner so eager to please, so eager to take all the ecstasy I give him and fucking beg for more. My dick throbs as his tight heat engulfs me, threatening to end me before I’ve given him his final orgasm.
Remi’s body practically vibrates under mine, his fingers hard in my flesh, his leg tight against my hip.
His high moans and panting breaths ghost over my face. He stares at me like he’s seeing God—like I’m his fucking religion. My dick is so fucking hard, I’m surprised I haven’t split him in two.
“Streeter,” he whispers, his pink tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. I close my eyes, not able to look at him. My orgasm is too close to the surface. I’ll blow at any moment if I keep staring into his wide, lust-drunk eyes.
Not yet. Not when I haven’t pulled that last release from Remi.
He fucking owes it to me and I won’t unload into him until I get it.
Bending closer, I take his soft tongue into my mouth and suck at it, pulling a surprised groan from him. Remi’s body bows and his cock twitches between us, hot cum spurting onto my belly.
His moans are high and loud, almost bursting my eardrums. I grin as I pick up the pace, fucking into him to draw out his orgasm.
The look of pleasurable pain on his face pushes me over the edge, and my spunk shoots from me into the condom.
Fuck, I wish I could paint his walls with my release.
I wish I could give him everything I have and claim him as mine.
But not now, not yet.
Soon, though.
When my aftershocks have subsided, I lower Remi’s leg from my shoulder, then collapse onto him, panting into the crook of his neck. He smells like me, like cum, like sex, like mine.
Remi’s hands rub my back lightly, but drop after a few moments. I pull out of him and roll to the side, dragging him close to me. He stiffens, a soft gasp leaving his throat.
I kiss his forehead, then pull him back slightly. “What is it, Hummingbird?”
Remi shakes his head. “Nothing. I just… usually…”
“Tell me,” I press, pushing his sweaty hair from his forehead and kissing him there. “You just came your brains out and you’re stiff as a board.”
“Trevor…” I growl at the sound of that son of a bitch’s name, and Remi gives me a small smile. “He would get out of bed as soon as we were done. I understand if you don’t want to stay.”
“Look at me, Hummingbird.” He does, those beautiful brown eyes boring into me. “I like holding you. I like how you feel with your arms around me. I like feeling your body against mine.” I kiss his nose. “You’re warm. You promised to keep me warm, remember?”
A shaky smile on his lips, he nods. “Yes, I remember. I just…” He blows out a soft breath, like he’s trying to get rid of the thoughts with it. “Thank you.”
I pull the blanket over us, the cold seeping in now that I’m not giving Remi a workout.
His soft fingers trace delicate patterns across my chest as I breathe him in. “Streeter?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I… can I ask you a personal question? Is that okay?”
I chuckle and tilt his chin up so he can meet my eyes. “Ask me whatever you want, Remi. Don’t ever be afraid of what I’ll say or if I’ll be upset.”
“You killed people,” he blurts out.
My lips tilt in a grin. “Yeah, I was there.”
He huffs a laugh with a roll of his eyes. “How did you… start?”
“When did I catch my first body?” I ask. He dips his chin jerkily. “I was eighteen. Some asshole tried to give me shit after they saw me kiss a man outside a queer club. He picked up a bottle to hit me with, but I broke it over his head then buried it in his throat.”
Remi gasps. “That sounds awful.”
“For him,” I quip.
“No, for you.” I look down at him with a curious expression. “He tried to hurt you because of that? What if he’d actually managed? It’s bullshit. I’m glad you… I mean…” He frowns before finally finishing. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
I grin down at him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like the idea of me killing.”
He shrugs. “Sometimes people… sometimes people deserve it.” Remi shivers and it has nothing to do with the cold. His eyes take on that listless quality as they drift over to the door, as if he can see through it. “They were… going to rape me, Streeter.”
Even though I already knew that, hearing it come from his innocent lips makes me fucking feral. If I could, I’d kill those assholes all over again. What type of man would want to take someone against their will? I like my partner to be hot and writhing in pleasure under me. Consent is hot as fuck.
That asshole Trevor almost broke this precious boy for no other reason than he could. Hell, he’s already done a number on him, making him reluctant to moan, to show his pleasure. And not even caring for him after sex.
Remi is a fucking angel—I can see that—and I just met him a day ago. For someone he was with for years to not see that pisses me off all over again.
“Ouch,” Remi mutters, squirming under my touch. It’s only then I realize I’m holding him tight, as if Trevor will come back from hell to take him from me.
I loosen my arms and kiss his forehead. “Sorry. Got cold.”
He nestles closer to me, planting a gentle kiss to my throat. “What about now?”
Sighing, I say, “Better now. Tell me how you feel.”
“After what you just did to me?” He chuckles briefly. “Fucking phenomenal. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Soon, I promise. But you need sleep.”
He wraps himself tighter around my body. “I’m not sleepy. Can we… sit here and talk?”
“Here? No,” I say. He stiffens, but I say, “By the fire. The temperature is dropping in this room with the power out.” I pull the blanket back, and Remi trembles. “Come on, let’s lie by the fire. You can keep me warm there.”
Before he can move, I climb out of bed and scoop him into my arms. Remi laughs, high and sweet, then reaches back for the blankets. “Glad the floors are clean,” he breathes, his face alight with happiness.
“Me too, Hummingbird. The power is out, so you’ll have to find a way to entertain me.”
Brow furrowed, he asks, “How? Sex… again?”
I bark a laugh as I carry him to the living room. “I think your hole needs a break for a few hours. I was thinking more along the lines of conversation. I want to know everything about you, Hummingbird. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
“Okay,” he whispers, the light coming back to his eyes. I lower us to the floor.
With Remi still in my lap, I arrange the blanket to make a pallet in front of the fire. Then I transfer him onto it, pushing his hair back from his forehead and giving him a soft kiss. “Let me take off this condom and bring something to clean you up.”
Remi squirms as if he’s just realizing lube and cum are still inside him. “Okay. Hurry back?”
Smiling, I bend and take his lips in a hard kiss. Remi threads his hands through my hair, groaning as I stroke my tongue over his. My cock hardens, the irritating condom rubbing against my crown. If Remi weren’t uncomfortable, I’d take him again, but I need to clean him up.
Remi throws the blanket back and spreads his legs, pulling me between them. “One more time, please,” he whispers, thrusting his hardness against mine. “I can take it.”
Who am I to deny him when he begs so prettily?