Chapter 15 Streeter
STREETER
I completely misjudged Remi. My hummingbird is shy, but he’s adventurous.
I like that.
Crooking my finger, I beckon him over to me, wanting to give him what he asked for.
He audibly gulps, but he inches closer, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
When he’s close enough, I hook a finger in the belt loop of his jeans and tug him the rest of the way forward until he’s flush against me. He lets out a sound of surprise, his small hands landing on my pecs.
“You sure about this, Remi?” I ask, looking into his eyes. “What you’re asking for… it requires a lot of trust.” I try to impress upon him that this is a big deal.
He pulls in a deep breath, then nods. “Yes. I… trust you?” His voice goes up at the end, like it’s a question.
Smirking, I thumb over his lower lip, watching how his pupils blow and feeling the drag of his exhale across my flesh. “You don’t sound too sure, Hummingbird.”
Keeping his wide eyes on me, he darts out that pretty pink tongue and drags it over my thumb. Then he draws it into his mouth, sucking on it wetly.
I growl, my hand on his hip tightening hard enough to leave bruises.
Remi says he’s inexperienced, but he has me ready to blow in my fucking pants from sucking my goddamn finger. What he thinks he lacks in skills, he definitely makes up for with enthusiasm.
He pops my thumb free from his lips, a shy but fucking sexy look in his eyes. “I’m sure, Streeter. I want it.”
I yank him forward and slam my mouth down on his, swallowing his surprised moan. Remi slides closer to me, wrapping his arms around my neck, his tentative fingers threading through the hair at my nape. He practically humps my leg, rubbing himself against my thigh.
Chuckling, I pull back, halting his movements. Remi whines and tries to kiss me, but I hold him steady. “Let me play with you first,” I tease, keeping just out of reach of his searching lips.
“Streeter,” he groans, shuffling back and forth.
“Shh,” I quiet him, then dive back into his mouth. “You’ll get what you want, I promise.”
He huffs, giving me puppy dog eyes. Smirking, I drop to my knees, dragging his pants down as I go. His erect shaft pops out, bobbing in the air. Precum already dots the tip and I dive in, taking the sweet droplet into my mouth.
Remi releases a strangled moan, his hands flying to my shoulders. His nails dig into my flesh as he pushes deeper into my mouth. While his dick isn’t as big as mine, it’s more than a mouthful, and I close my lips around him, sucking him in deeper.
“Oh, shit,” he moans, those fingers spasming. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last, Streeter.”
I let his dick fall from my lips, giving him a brief rest. “Not yet. Hold off for a little longer, Hummingbird.”
He whimpers, looking lust-drunk as he gazes down at me. “I don’t know if I can. You feel too good.”
“Don’t worry.” I lick his tip. “I just want to taste you like this a little longer.”
Grabbing him by his ass cheeks, I draw him forward and open wide, relaxing my throat so I can suck his entire cock to the back of my throat.
Remi’s high-pitched moan shoots straight to my balls, and my rock-hard dick twitches as his cockhead slides against my tongue.
I hum around him, bobbing up and down on his hard length.
His precum fills my mouth and I swallow it greedily, the motion of my throat clenching around him, making Remi groan.
“I’m close,” he whispers, those hands spasming on my shoulders again.
It would be too easy to edge him, to keep pushing until he was so close that if I breathed on him, he’d nut, but I want to give Remi what he wants, what he asked me for. So I pull off his dick, putting him out of his misery.
He sighs, leaning heavily against me as I stand to my full height, his smaller frame fitting perfectly. Good, I need him boneless.
“Ready?” I whisper as I undo my pants and let them fall to my ankles.
“Yes,” he murmurs, nodding against my chest.
Grabbing him around his waist, I pick him up off his feet and flip him around until his cock is in my face. His legs immediately land on my shoulders and his hands against my thighs.
“Open for me, baby,” I whisper against his cock and balls. “Suck my dick.”
Remi does what I say, his hot mouth circling my shaft.
When Remi said he wanted to try standing sixty-nine, I was more than intrigued.
It’s a first for both of us. No one has ever asked me to do this or trusted me not to drop them when I was close to my nut.
But Remi doesn’t seem to give a fuck about that, judging from the way he’s deep throating me right now.
He moans like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, dragging his tongue along the vein at the top of my dick.
“Shit, Hummingbird,” I groan, licking his tip to collect his sweet nectar. “So fucking good.”
I don’t waste time talking. I get to work to try to make Remi come before me. I stuff him as far back into my throat as I can, hollowing my cheeks so I can add suction to his shaft.
He snatches off my dick, a guttural moan leaving his lips. “Oh fuck, Streeter. Why the fuck do you feel so good?”
I bob on him, loving how his cock twitches in my mouth. Remi mirrors me, pulling me back inside his warmth, sucking me at the same pace I’m sucking him. His moans send vibrations up my spine, pushing me closer to my release.
We can’t have that.
Popping off his dick, I adjust his body until his hole is in my face. I let spit leak from my mouth, coating his entrance before I stick out my tongue and lick at him.
Remi’s moans now are high and uninhibited, my cock forgotten as he digs his blunt nails into my thighs. That bite of pain feels so fucking good, making my dick twitch.
I eat him out, dragging my tongue back and forth over his sweet, tight pucker. The furled skin flutters under my tongue, almost inviting me to lap at him all night. Remi squirms in my arms, wrapping his arms around my waist, his warm breath drifting across my cock.
I could angle myself to get my dick back into his sinful mouth, but I like him like this—unable to do anything but hold on tight and take what I give him.
But I can’t take too long. He’s already been upside down for a while. So I remove my tongue from his ass and raise him slightly so his dick is back in my mouth. I don’t waste time teasing him, I just suck him with abandon, circling my tongue around his crown where he’s most sensitive.
His body starts to tremble, and his fingers dig into my skin so hard I know he’ll leave half-moon indentations behind.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Streeter!” That’s the only warning I get before he floods my mouth with his spend, his dick shooting off jets of his thick cum into my mouth. I hold him steady and drink him down, sucking him through his release.
When he’s drained dry, I flip him around and set him on the couch. Remi looks dazed, his face red from the force of his orgasm and being turned upside down for several minutes.
I don’t give him time to orient himself; I adjust his body until he’s leaning against the back of the couch, his ass poked out for me.
Stepping closer, I spit onto his hole, some of his cum gathering at his entrance.
Shuffling behind him, I grip his shoulder and press inside him in one thrust.
Remi’s back arches as he moans, his head tossed back with his shouts of pleasure.
Fuck, he’s so fucking tight, so fucking responsive.
He looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes dazed and unfocused. He bites his lower lip, the flesh already a bright red from his teeth. “Fuck me hard. I want it mean, Streeter. Give it to me.”
I growl as I pull out halfway, then slam back into his tight heat. “Fuck,” I grit out, my hand on his shoulder hard and unyielding.
Remi is fucking perfect—pliable, sensitive, and so fucking mine.
He arches his back obscenely, tilting his head back with his lips puckered. I slam our lips together as I fuck him roughly, pistoning into him without mercy. His moans and grunts drift through our kiss, but he doesn’t pull his lips from mine.
Sparks of pleasure dance across my skin at the feel of him, my impending orgasm making my balls draw close to my body.
Then he clenches around me, practically holding my dick hostage. I’m fucking done.
Snatching my lips from his, I roar as I fuck into him, my dick kicking off inside him, painting his walls with my seed. I belatedly realize that I’m not wearing a condom, but it’s not enough to make me want to pull out of his snug channel.
With each thrust, I shoot more and more of my nut into him, breeding him like I’ve wanted to do since the first time he dropped to his knees in front of me under that fucking mistletoe.
Remi mewls and pants, pushing his ass back into me. I give it a firm slap and he yelps, and his hole contracts around me hard.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, both my hands encircling his hips.
His body trembles, his face screwed up in a pleasurable mask.
“Did you… did you come because I spanked your ass?” I ask in awe. Can Remi get any more fucking perfect?
His face pinkens, but he nods. “That’s never happened before. Felt good.”
That gives me so many fucking ideas for what I can do to Remi. When the snow melts and we’re somewhere with power and warmth, we’ll explore this side of him more.
Not ready to leave his tight hole yet, I wrap my arm around his chest and pull him up. I kiss along his neck and back where I can reach, Remi’s hand going into my hair. “God, that feels good,” he murmurs, rolling his hips back against me.
I drag my teeth along his skin and Remi shivers, whining a moan.
Chuckling, I turn and sit on the couch, resting Remi’s back against my chest.
“Everything you thought it would be?” I ask, kissing his shoulder gently.
“Better than any books I’ve read,” he breathes. “I thought I’d be afraid, but trusting you not to let me go while I was upside down made it… better. I didn’t expect that head rush when I came. Can we do it again?”
I bark a laugh. “What else do you want to try, Hummingbird?”
“So fucking much,” he says with a small groan. His words aren’t shy or halting now. I like this relaxed version of Remi, though his coyness is a turn on too. Fuck, I might just like everything about him. “I read a lot of smut and those authors are very inventive.”
I hum, nipping his skin. “We’ll have to take some pointers from them… and make up some positions of our own.”
“I like the sound of that,” Remi says, then turns around and kisses me like he needs my lips more than his next breath.
When I’ve had my fill, I pull away and kiss his nose. “I have to clean you up. You’ll be leaking my cum.”
Remi’s eyes grow wide, but he doesn’t scramble off me like I expect. He blushes and ducks his head. “I told you… I was tested before I came here. So… I’m good.”
“Me too,” I tell him honestly. The last time I was tested was after Camden and I had sex a few months back. Everything came back negative, so I haven’t put Remi at risk.
Well, more at risk than him letting a serial killer fuck him.
Tapping him on his thigh, I say, “Up you go, Hummingbird. Let me clean you up.”
He hisses when I pull my dick from his hole, and he stands. I groan when I see my cum leaking down his leg. It takes all my willpower not to shove it back inside him, but Remi is too tired and probably too sensitive after two orgasms.
I’ll let him rest.
For now.