13. Remington
REMINGTON
B eing inside Henri was pure heaven, even better than I’d expected.
He was so hot, so tight, and the sounds he made as he tried to adjust to me made it hard to hold back.
I wanted more. I wanted to forget the outside world and spend the next two weeks in bed with him.
No way in hell could I do that, but I would take as much time with him as I could because being inside him was unlike anything I’d experienced before.
That thought scared me—more than a confrontation with the Landrys, more than knowing I’d be working with X—but I’d never let fear hold me back before, and I wasn’t going to now.
Henri was a professional. He’d walk away when our time was up, and eventually the weeks we spent together would just be a fond memory.
I would let myself enjoy every single moment with him.
I deserved some stress relief, but I didn’t deserve his willingness, his eagerness, the way he’d agreed to let me drive into him with nothing between us.
I’d never questioned what I deserved from a man before, but now I wanted to be worthy of the sexy, open, more-innocent-than-he-should-be man who’d fallen into my life.
I tightened my grip on his cock, and he moaned. “That’s right. Don’t hold back. I want to know exactly how good this is for you.”
“Good. So good.” I drove into him once more, hard and deep, and that was all it took. He shuddered as his hot cum spilled over my hand.
His ass tightened around my cock almost painfully, and that was enough to send my own release slamming through me. I held Henri’s hips tight as I buried myself in him and filled his ass with my hot seed.
His knees slid out from under him, and I lay on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, my cock still buried inside him.
I could barely breathe. I didn’t think I could speak or move.
I hoped he would protest if I was crushing him too hard.
I didn’t want to slide out of him. I wanted to keep him pinned to my bed.
I wanted him to be mine. I knew as I lay there, sweaty and exhausted, feeling the slickness of my cum inside him, that two weeks was not going to be enough.
Henri was special, and I wasn’t going to let him go.
I never believed I would find someone who meant as much to me as Marjorie meant to my father, but if what they felt was more intense than the complete shattering of my soul I’d just experienced, I don’t know how they survived it.
I was in so much trouble.
Eventually I summoned the strength to move.
I pushed back onto my knees and Henri gasped as my cock slid from his ass.
I reached my arms under him and pulled him up until he was kneeling in front of me and I could reach between his legs to feel my cum sliding from his body.
I used my fingers to push some of it back into him.
He drew in a ragged breath. “I can’t believe… That was so much more than…”
I pressed my lips to his neck. “Shhh. Don’t try to talk. Just feel my cum sliding from your ass and coating your thighs. I’ve marked you, made you mine.”
I slid my finger along his inner thigh scooping up more of my seed, then brought my fingers to his mouth.
I thought he might protest, but he didn’t.
He just sucked them between his lips as he wrapped a hand around my wrist like he was afraid I would take my hand away.
He licked and sucked until my fingers were thoroughly cleaned.
“I want to keep you here just like this.” I stopped myself before adding forever .
“I don’t think I can move anyway.”
I smiled. I wanted to leave my cum on him so it would dry on his skin.
I wanted him to remember this moment when he woke tomorrow, but I knew he’d feel better if I cleaned him up, so with one more kiss to the tender skin of his neck, I eased him back down to the mattress.
“I’m going to get something to clean you up. I’ll be right back.”
He was mostly asleep when I returned, but he woke when I ran the warm cloth over his ass.
“Sore?” I asked.
“Yes, but I don’t mind.”
“That’s good because I’m not going to be able to wait long before we do that again.”
“I don’t want you to. Are you… Do you want me to stay here?”
I tensed. “You’re not leaving. You made a bargain with me.”
“No, I mean here in your bed to sleep with you, like actually sleep.”
“When I put you in my bed, you don’t leave it until I tell you to.” Which if I had my way would be never. Sadly, that wasn’t realistic. I couldn’t actually take two weeks to indulge myself, but maybe, having figured out a plan with X, I could take one day.
The next morning, I woke soon after sunrise. I wasn’t used to many hours of sleep. No matter how late I’d worked or played the night before, I was usually up early.
Henri was still sound asleep. He was on his back with one knee bent and his arms flopped above his head.
All I would have to do was get between his legs, and I could push right into him.
I considered it, then decided I wanted to watch him for a while.
I traced patterns over his chest and his abdomen, but I didn’t touch his dick, which was half-hard and so very inviting.
I wanted to know how he felt in my mouth.
I wanted to know everything about him. I was obsessed.
I knew that was dangerous, but I couldn’t make myself care.
My touch must’ve tickled him as I slid my fingers along the thin skin above his hip bones.
He squirmed and turned over on his side, making a muffled protest.
I pulled him to me, fitting my body against his and letting my now fully hard cock rest against the seam of his ass.
I wanted him again, but I also had plans for us, so I just enjoyed the feel of him against me.
His skin was chilly at first. I liked to sleep in a cold room, even though it made stepping out into the muggy New Orleans heat feel all that much worse.
My body heat warned him, and he sighed and wriggled against me, making it all that much harder for me not to reach for the lube, slick myself up, and push inside him. Would he enjoy waking like that?
Eventually, knowing I had to give into at least one of my urges, I encouraged him to roll onto his back again, then I slid under the covers, positioning myself between his legs.
I licked and kissed the length of his cock before pulling him into my mouth.
I could tell the moment he woke. He tensed, then reached down, sliding his hands into my hair.
“What are you doing?”
I looked up, letting his cock slide from my mouth. “I think you can figure it out.”
“But I didn’t… I thought you wouldn’t…”
I teased his head with my tongue and pushed it into the slit, eliciting a whimper. “You thought I wouldn’t want to suck your cock? I want to do everything to you. I love seeing you lose control.”
“I don’t think I’ve been in control of anything since I walked up to your car.”
“I paid you to use your phone, and I think you know I didn’t have to.”
He looked away and nodded slowly. “Like I told you, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe with me.”
He looked back at me then. “I know.”
Those soft words made me want to give him pleasure beyond anything he’d ever imagined. I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked until he cried out and I swallowed down his release.
“Breakfast?” I asked, licking my lips.
“What about… what about you? You didn’t…”
How had he survived on the streets when he didn’t even want to ask me if I’d come? “Maybe that was the breakfast I was referring to.”
He laughed. “Is it?”
“No. I have something special planned. I won’t say it’s better, but you’ll enjoy it.”
He smiled and his eyes held so much wonder it made me suck in my breath. “You keep surprising me.”
“Good. Let’s shower. You can take care of me in there.”