Respawn

19. Remi

nineteen

Remi

Ikept playing for another thirty seconds and ran my character through a generator repair and then set the controller down on my desk to look and see what he was doing. He was leaning against the door with his arms crossed just watching me.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Just talk.”

“We’ve been talking for days.”

“No,” he said. “We’ve been fighting for days and there’s a huge difference.”

The LEDs cycled through purple and blue behind me, casting his face in different shadows and light. My chest felt loose enough to tell him how I feel.

“I don’t hate you,” I said.

He doesn't react at all, just waited like he could tell there was more.

“I hate that you’re right,” I continued. “About all of it. About me wanting this, me wanting you even when I know how fucked up it is. I hate that you saw through me from the beginning and I hate that you were patient enough to wait for me to catch up.”

He pushed off the door and took a step closer.

“I’m not sorry,” he said.

“I know you’re not.”

“And I’m not going to pretend I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Noted.”

He was halfway across the room and close enough that I could see the tension in his shoulders and the heat in his eyes that he wasn’t trying to hide anymore.

“So where does that leave us?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But I can’t act like I don’t want to be around you anymore.”

He closed the distance and stood in front of my chair, looking down at me with those beautiful eyes. His hand came up and cupped my jaw, thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You.”

“Be clearer, Remi.”

I swallowed. “I want you to touch me and make me forget everything except this. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think straight.”

His thumb pressed against my lip, parting it slightly.

“Mhmm. That’s better.” He replied as he dropped to his knees.

I sucked in a breath as his hands went to my thighs, spreading them wider. He looked up at me from between my legs and I felt heat flood through me so fast it made me dizzy.

“Lean back,” he said.

I pressed my back against the chair and let my legs fall open over the armrests. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable, and instead of making me nervous it just made me more wet.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my shorts higher. “You’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Yes.” I tried to say but I’m not sure if it was more than a whisper.

“Good.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, taking my underwear with them and tossed them somewhere behind. “I’ve been thinking about it too. All day I’ve thought about my mouth on you again and making you come so hard you forget your own name.”

I opened my mouth to respond but the words died when his tongue dragged up the center of me so fucking slow. My hips jerked forward and his hands clamped down on my thighs, holding me in place.

“Stay still,” he said against me.

“Rio.”

“I said stay still.”

He went back to work, and his tongue circled my clit, teasing and never quite giving me enough pressure to get me where I needed to be. I gripped the armrests hard enough that my knuckles went white, trying to keep myself from grinding against his face like I wanted to.

He pulled back just enough to speak. “You taste so fucking good.”

Then his mouth was on me again, sucking my clit between his lips, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore out of me.

My head fell back against the chair as my eyes closed, and I let myself get lost in it.

The warmth of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue, and him taking me apart piece by piece, I was so close.

My thighs were shaking and my breathing had gone ragged and I was right on the edge when he stopped.

My eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”

He reached over to my desk and grabbed my controller, the one I’d been using to play Dead by Daylight literally five minutes ago. Also, it just so happened to be the one that vibrated when you took damage in game.

“Rio,” I said, my voice shaky. “What are you–”

He turned it on and the vibration hummed to life in his hand right as my brain caught up to what he was about to do.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” he said, and there was that smirk I knew so well. “Exactly.”

He pressed the controller against my clit, and the vibration hit me like a shockwave.

My back arched off the chair and a broken sound ripped out of my throat, it was either a gasp or a moan that I couldn’t control, but I don’t know which.

It was too much and not enough all at once, the steady buzz sending sparks through every nerve ending in my pussy.

“Rio, fuck, I can’t–”

“Oh, you can, baby.” he said and then his mouth was back on me, tongue working in tandem with the vibration, and I lost all ability to form words.

It was overwhelming and the combination of his mouth and the controller had me spiraling fast, my body responding in ways I couldn’t hold onto or slow down. My hips tried to move but his free handheld me down and kept me exactly where he wanted me while he worked me over.

“Look at you,” he murmured against me. “Falling apart on a fucking game controller. You have any idea how hot this is?”

I hope he wasn’t expecting an answer because at this point, I can barely fucking breathe right. The pressure was building so fast I couldn’t keep up with it or do anything except feel it taking over.

“Come for me,” he said. “Let me feel this tight little pussy pulse.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train as my whole body seized up, thighs clamped around his head, and I came so hard I’m pretty sure I saw God. The vibration didn’t stop and his mouth didn’t stop and the pleasure kept rolling through me in waves that left me gasping and shaking.

When I finally came down, he pulled the controller away and tossed it back on the desk before he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and stood up.

“Bed,” he said. “Now.”

My legs were shaky when I stood but I made it the few steps to my bed and sat down on the edge. He followed, standing in front of me, and I looked up at him through my lashes.

“Take your shirt off,” I said.

He pulled it over his head in one smooth motion and dropped it on the floor.

I let my eyes travel over him, taking in the lines of muscle, the skull and snake tattoo on his ribs and his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Seeing him like this now, as Rio, is different than seeing Ryan that night. It’s the same person but… not.

“Yours too,” he said.

I pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra, letting both fall away. His eyes went dark as he looked at me, and I felt that flutter between my legs start building again despite the orgasm I’d just had.

He pushed me back on the bed and climbed over me, caging me in with his arms, and kissed me so hard that I could taste myself on his tongue and it made me moan into his mouth.

His hand slid down my body, between my legs, and two fingers pushed inside me without warning. I gasped against his lips, and he swallowed the sound, working his fingers in and out while his thumb found my clit.

“Still so wet,” he said. “You want more?”

“Yes, please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

I hesitated and it wasn’t because I didn’t know, but because saying it out loud felt like crossing a line I couldn’t uncross. But then his fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.

“Words, Remi. Use your words.”

“I’ve never done anal, and I want too.”

He went completely still and his eyes locked on mine, and I held his gaze even though my heart was hammering in my chest.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“You’ve never done that before?”

“No.”

He kissed me again but softer this time. “Okay. But we’re doing this right.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and sat back on his heels. “Turn over on your stomach.”

I pressed my face into the pillow and tried to calm my breathing while I listened to him move around the room. I heard a drawer open, the sound of a bottle cap, and then the bed dipped as he climbed back on. Guess he really has been watching my videos.

His hands smoothed over my ass kneading the flesh there. “You need tell me if it’s too much. If you need me to stop, you say the word and I stop. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Say it back to me.”

“If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you.”

“Good girl.”

His hand slid between my legs from behind, fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow circles. I moaned into the pillow, my hips pushing back against his hand.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m going to take care of you.”

I felt the lube slick against my ass and then his finger pressing gently, testing me. I tensed up without meaning to and he stopped immediately.

“Breathe,” he said. “Just breathe.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His finger pressed again, more insistent this time, and I felt myself start to give. The pressure was strange, not painful but definitely not comfortable either, it required me to focus on keeping my breathing steady.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re doing so good for me.”

His finger slid into the first knuckle, and I made a sound I hadn’t heard myself make before. He held still and let me adjust while his other hand was still working my clit in slow circles that kept me grounded.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Weird, but not bad not bad actually.”

He let out a low laugh, and it made me smile because up until this point, I’d never heard it.

Which, considering it’s because he has a finger in my ass, I guess just goes to show this one hell of a fucked-up step sibling relationship.

That and the fact that we’re just flying past the bickering and the fighting the past few days.

Oh, and let’s not forget the betrayal, but like, who’s counting.

“Good. I’m going to start moving now.”

He pulled his finger out slowly, then pushed back in, a little deeper this time. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted him to stop or keep going.

He must have sensed my hesitation because he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lower back. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

The reassurance in his voice made me relax and I let my body go loose and stopped fighting the sensation. Suddenly it didn’t feel so strange anymore, it felt good. Extremely different than anything I’ve had before, but good.

“There you go,” he said. “Just like that, Remi.”

He worked open slowly, adding more lube and a second finger when I was ready. The stretch burned but his other hand never stopped moving on my clit, keeping pleasure mixed with the discomfort until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

By the time he pulled his fingers out I was panting into the pillow, my whole-body trembling, and desperate for more.

“You ready?” he asked.

“I’m ready.”

I heard him moving behind me by the sound of his belt and his zipper. Then his hands were on my hips, pulling me up onto my knees, and I felt the head of his cock press against me.

“Breathe,” he said again.

I took a deep breath and let it out, and he started to push in.

The pressure was by far more intense than his fingers, more than I expected, and I gasped into the pillow which made him stop immediately.

“Too much?”

“No. Just... go slow.”

“I am going slow.” He said and I could hear the amusement in his voice. But he pulled back slightly, added more lube, and tried again. This time the pressure was easier, and I felt myself start to open for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so good. So, fucking tight.”

He pushed in another inch, and I whimpered because of how full I felt and the fact that he was completely taking me over. His hand slid around to my clit again, rubbing in tight circles, and the pleasure cut through everything else.

“More,” I said.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please, Rio. I’m okay.”

He pushed in deeper slowly, giving me time to adjust with every inch and by the time he was fully seated inside me I was shaking. The fullness was almost too much, bordering on pain, but his fingers on my clit kept me relaxed.

“You, okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Yes, Rio. Please, keep going.”

He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. The drag of him inside me sent sparks up my spine and I moaned into the pillow. He did it again, a little faster this time, and I felt my body start to relax into the rhythm.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Fuck, taking me so well. You no idea how good you look right now.”

I couldn’t answer, all I could do was feel him moving inside me and filling me up as his fingers worked my clit.

“I’m close,” I gasped out.

“That's fine, come for me, Remi. Let me feel you come with my cock in your ass.”

The words pushed me over and my orgasm hit hard making my whole-body clench around him, and I heard him curse behind me.

His rhythm faltered, his grip on my hips tightening, and then he was coming too.

I felt him pulse inside me and it sent another wave of pleasure through me that left me weightless.

I’m not sure how long we stayed with him buried inside me, both of us breathing hard, and the room filled with nothing but our ragged breaths.

When he pulled out, I felt the loss of him immediately. He disappeared into my bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, cleaning me up with a touch so soft that made my throat tight.

“You, okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I smiled at him.

He tossed the washcloth aside and climbed into bed next to me, pulled me against his chest with his arm wrapping around my waist, and I let myself sink into him.

The LEDs cycled through their colors, illuminating the room and it was quiet except for our breathing evening out, syncing up without either of us trying.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” I asked.

“No.”

“Good.”

His hand traced lazy patterns on my hip. “This doesn’t fix everything.”

“I know.”

“We’re still fucked up.”

“Believe me, I know that too.”

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “But you’re mine now.”

I bit my lip because the words to argue were right there, but they wouldn’t come. Some part me part of me, the part I’d been fighting since Sunday dinner, knew he was right.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I am.”

He didn’t say anything else as he held me in the dark with the LEDs painting colors across the walls and things between us feeling different now.