Chapter 36 #2
It was clear he wanted to stay serious, but I noticed the way his shoulders shook a little. “Yeah, I want to fucking renew.”
I bit down on his neck hard enough to make him growl, but he didn’t pull back. After a minute, I moved to his shoulder and did the same thing.
“People are going to think you abuse me,” he noted.
“This is art. They can go kick rocks.”
Taking me by the throat, he pushed me onto my back. He eyed the mark on his shoulder, the corner of his mouth lifting.
When I grasped his shaft, his lips parted and his eyes fluttered closed. As he thrust gently into my hand, precum dripped onto my thumb. His head was flushed and leaking, making my mouth water.
“Can I taste it?” I asked.
“Don’t ask stupid questions, Oli.”
I leaned forward, guiding his dick to my mouth. My tongue traced the trail of precum, and he jolted, his hand going to my hair. I curled my tongue, lapping up every bit of it before I closed my lips around him.
A groan left my throat when he stroked my dick with a tight grip. I wanted to tell him to go back to fingering me, or better yet, I wanted him to use his dick, but I kept my wits about me enough to remind myself that we were building up to it.
I relaxed as I let him push further into my mouth. The urge to gag faded gradually, and I slid down to his base, gripping him tightly with my hand.
“God,” he rasped. “Just like that.”
As if he could tell exactly what I wanted, he threaded his fingers through my hair to guide my movements. He leaned down and spit on my dick before stroking me faster. I wasn’t which was driving me to my orgasm faster, but every time he thrust into my throat, I throbbed with need.
I made a sound around him, my muscles tensing.
“You almost there, baby?” he asked.
I nodded, my eyes watering as I looked up at him. His face was red, and there was sweat on his brow that made him look freaking edible.
“If you let me cum in your mouth,” he said breathily, “I don’t think I’ll be capable of letting you go.”
I swirled my tongue around him, then took him as deeply as I could. His brow pinched, and his jaw tightened as his dick twitched. Seeing the pleasure on his face pushed me to the edge, and I gripped his side, unable to draw in breath. My hips thrust upward as the sensation peaked.
For a second, he kept his eyes on my dick, but then he met my eyes.
He held my gaze as his cum hit my tongue, as if he needed to watch me take what he gave me.
I pulled back slowly while he finished, wanting to feel every inch of him.
My tongue circled his head to make sure I didn’t miss any, then I opened my mouth to let him see it.
The change in his eyes was immediate. I wasn’t sure if it freaked me out or exhilarated me. When he latched onto my throat, I remained in place, still holding his cum on my tongue.
“Swallow it,” he demanded.
I kept my lips parted as I did. When I licked them, he let out a groan.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
He didn’t even hesitate. His tongue swept through my mouth, apparently not caring about tasting himself.
“You’re something else, Oli.”
Despite everything, a flicker of doubt crept into my mind. As if he could tell, his grip softened, and his eyes became serious.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said.
“Okay.”
He didn’t look satisfied by my response.
When he thrust me backward onto the bed, I gasped, but he shut me up immediately by kissing the side of my neck hard.
His teeth snagged my skin, making me hiss from the pain.
Holding onto his shoulders, I closed my eyes, wanting to take absolutely everything he gave me.
By the time he pulled back, my neck was throbbing. He traced what I imagined was an angry mark as he hovered above me.
“See?” he murmured. “If you ever get lost, now someone will know exactly where you belong.”
It was impossible not to laugh, cutting through the tension. “What if I don’t want to be found?”
“You’d better kill me, then, because I’ll come looking, and I’ll leave no stone unturned.”
“You promise?”
“I fucking promise, Oli.” Dropping onto his back, he put a hand on his forehead. “I’m so goddamn tired.”
“Let’s sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” he agreed through a yawn. “But I kind of want to see you cum again.”
“No,” I replied firmly, holding up a hand to make sure he didn’t try to pounce. “I may suck at it, but I’ll be the responsible one here if I have to.”
With a grunt, he closed his eyes. It barely took any time for him to start snoring, and even though I wanted to join him, I decided to grab my bag so that I could take a shower. I wasn’t kidding about being responsible while I was here. Dean needed my support, so I was going to step up for him.
After pulling on a pair of shorts, I snuck into the hall, walking with a practiced stealth. I stayed alert for the slightest sound as I made my way to the bathroom. The door squeaked, making me grit my teeth and brace for the sound of footsteps.
Once I’d closed myself in, I sat on the edge of the tub and unlocked my phone to find the text Remi had sent earlier.
Remi: How’s my unreliable bartender? Make sure he knows he has no PTO.
Me: I forgot how much I hate sleeping in new places.
Chewing on my nail, I watched the dots pop up as he typed.
Remi: Liar. We never forget. That’s the curse.
Me: I don’t think I’ll sleep while I’m here.
The phone started vibrating, and I immediately swiped to answer it, just so it would stop.
“I can’t be on the phone,” I whispered.
“You can if you stop being a coward.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk.”
“Want to compare trauma? You know you’ll lose in half a second.”
With a sigh, I hung my head.
He chuckled. “See? I win.”
After a minute of silence, I heard the flick of a lighter, but I decided not to comment on it.
“Nobody is going to hurt you there,” he said.
“I know.”
“So, go lie next to your boyfriend and let him hold you until everything feels alright again.”
“There are some things I need my best friend for.”
“Say no more, kid.”
Through the speaker, Three Little Birds started playing.
Remi sang along to it softly, and I moved to sit on the floor, closing my eyes while I listened.
It reminded me of the nights hearing our foster parents yelling through the walls, and when Remi would let me sleep in his bed because I didn’t want to be alone.
When he would wake up from his nightmares or he’d stare at his reflection with misery etched into every line of his face, I would sing him this song until the light returned to his eyes.
That was what we did for each other, even now when the past was long behind us.
“When I get back, we’re going to spend an entire day together,” I said once the song ended. “Just you and me.”
“Sorry, bro. I actually already replaced you.”
“Shut up.”
He let out a loud laugh. “Fine, I’ll check my schedule.”
“Move things around if you have to.”
“For you? Anything.”
Leaning my head back against the wall, I found myself smiling. I’d been so caught up with Dean lately that it felt like I’d been neglecting Remi. God only knew how he’d been passing the time. Far too much time playing video games for a grown man, probably.
Yeah, I needed to check on him. In the meantime, I had to find a way to sleep in this house.