Chapter 25 #2
“No fuckin’ way.” Remington presses his hand to my chest, shoving me back just enough to really look at me. “You bein’ serious?”
My stomach drops.
Did I read the entire situation wrong?
“Yes,” I reply slowly. “I’m serious.”
He breathes out a dry laugh, thrusting his hands through his hair again. “No fuckin’ way.”
“You already said that,” I deadpan.
“Sorry, I just…” Standing up, Remington walks past me, and when I turn around, he’s watching me with his hands on his hips. “I just did not expect that. Like, at all.”
“If you don’t feel the same, I get it. I—”
“No, no,” he blurts out. “I do. I very much do.”
“Yeah?” My head is dizzy, and my mouth dries.
“How could I not want to have more of you?”
Relief washes over me, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding. “Well, good, because if you had stayed this morning, there was one thing I would’ve done.”
His eyes darken. “And what’s that, daddy?”
Fuck. That word lights me up, sending my blood ablaze.
I never thought I’d be into that, but apparently, I am.
At least where Remington is concerned. I take a step forward and close the distance.
My fingers find the button on his work pants, and I flick them open before dropping to my knees.
A groan rumbles in his throat as I work them down his thighs.
“Oh, how the tables have turned, daddy,” he murmurs, peering down at me with a staggering amount of hunger and lust.
Pleasure zips through my body, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. Remington looks mesmerized, his piercing blue eyes having darkened and his lips parted ever so slightly. I’m in awe of him. My heart skips a beat.
He’s already hard by the time I pull him out, his cock bobbing in front of my face, begging to be touched. His rosy-pink tip is slick with arousal, and my mouth waters as I flick my tongue over the slippery slit, licking all the pre-cum and relishing the sexy, low moan that slips past his lips.
“Fuck, daddy,” he rasps, his voice tight and full of gravel.
My lips curl into a grin before they wrap around the head.
Sinking down, I take him with ease, his eyes rolling back as I suck his cock to the back of my throat.
I gag, moisture filling my eyes as I swallow around him, intent on taking all of him.
I haven’t been able to do this yet, but I’ve been dying to.
Cupping his firm, beautiful balls, I roll them in my palm, never taking my gaze off him as I swallow him down.
There’s something so goddamn sexy and overwhelming about watching Remington melt under my tongue.
His legs tremble the harder I suck, his moans getting louder by the second. I pull off and stroke him in my hand as I tsk at him. “You gotta be a good boy for me and keep it down. Can’t be gettin’ caught with your dick down my throat at work.”
He huffs, pink splattering his cheeks. “Yeah, well, you make it damn near impossible to be quiet.”
“I need you to try harder,” I say sternly. “Otherwise, I’ll have to stop.”
A growl sounds in his throat as his hand flies to the back of my head, fingers gripping the strands as he guides my mouth back to his cock. “You will not be stoppin’. Not when your mouth feels like fuckin’ heaven.”
Heat spreads low in my spine. I’m so hard my balls ache, but I want his pleasure so much more than mine right now.
Parting my lips, I let Remington slide his cock over my tongue again.
His grip on my hair tightens as he thrusts all the way into my mouth, his jaw clenched as I bob my head up and down.
His salty arousal spills on my tongue, and I want more.
I want to taste how he comes for me, feel him turn into putty as I wring him dry.
Bringing my hand up, I jerk his length as I suck, palming his balls and rolling them with my other.
Remington groans, teeth sunk into his bottom lip to stifle his groans.
As he rocks his hips, I can taste his desperation.
He’s getting close, and that’s like a shot of adrenaline and lust straight to my core.
I don’t slow down, don’t speed up; I keep my pace and suck his cock like I’m a starving man. And hell, for him, I kind of am.
It doesn’t take long to feel him swell in my mouth.
Dropping his head forward, his dark, heated gaze bores into me as his jaw relaxes and his cock twitches against my tongue.
A moment later, his eyes roll back again, and he spills down my throat.
His grip is painful on the back of my head as he moans through his release.
“Fuck,” he sputters. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, daddy. So fuckin’ good.”
My chest swells, and I’m surprised I don’t come in my pants again with how hot Remington looks falling apart.
I swallow every drop, loving the taste of him and wanting more.
I keep him in my mouth once he finishes, peering up at him as he cups the side of my face, gently brushing his thumb along my jaw.
I don’t pull off until he’s softened, and as soon as I do, I already miss the weight of him on my tongue.
“Damn,” he mutters as he pulls up his pants and fastens them. “What a nice fuckin’ surprise that was.”
I chuckle, heat spreading across my cheeks and down to my neck. “That wasn’t planned.”
“Mmhmm, sure,” he teases.
A comfortable silence surrounds us as we gaze at each other. After a moment, I clear my throat and tip my chin toward the door. “Well, I oughta let you get back to work,” I murmur. “But I’m glad we, uh…had this talk.”
Remington snorts before kissing me one last time. “Very glad we had this talk too, daddy.”
I don’t know where to go from here, and I don’t know what the future holds, but at least we’re on the same page.