Chapter 28 – Thiago
Twenty-Eight
Thiago
I’m nowhere near finished with her. Watching Remi lose herself for me only made me hungrier. I kiss her again, deeper this time, as my hands glide down her sides and hook beneath the elastic waistband of her bike shorts.
She realizes what I’m doing right as I pull.
“Thiago, wait!”
The warning in my name does absolutely nothing to stop me. I tear the waistband and drag the ruined fabric away, earning a look from her that promises violence later.
“Those were expensive.”
“Send me the bill.”
Remi’s glare barely lasts before I lift her from my lap and set her on the cushion. I wanted to watch her break for me, and she did. Now I want more.
Her breathing is still ragged when she whispers, “Uncuff me.”
I reach into my pocket for the key and unlock one, then the other.
“Put your hands on the back of the couch.”
She does as she’s told, reaching forward and curling her fingers over the top.
“Spread your thighs for me.”
Again, she slowly opens them for me, and I slide my hands down her legs as I lower myself to the floor between them.
And I just fucking stare.
Pink cheeks. Lips swollen from my kisses.
Her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath.
Her torn clothes leave almost nothing hidden from me, and the sight of her sitting there with her thighs spread, pussy dripping through her panties, watching me like she’s waiting to see what comes next makes my cock fucking throb.
It strains painfully against my sweatpants, and shifting against the pressure does nothing to help.
God, she’s beautiful.
Even with her hair a mess from my hands, knowing I’m the reason she looks this thoroughly wrecked only makes me want to do it all over again.
My palms slide along the insides of her thighs, and her muscles tense.
Fuck, I could stay right here all day.
“I want you to come all over my fucking mouth this time,” I tell her. “Think you can do that?”
That familiar challenge flashes across her face.
“I think that depends on you, Braga.”
I grin. “Then keep those pretty eyes on me.”
Slipping the soaked red strip of underwear to the side, I inhale, nearly coming from her scent alone. Gripping one ass cheek, I drag her toward the edge of the couch and put my mouth on her, my tongue sliding along her slit.
A moan spills from her lips as her chin tips upward.
“I said eyes on me, fera.”
Her chin lowers again, and she meets my eyes.
“Fuck. You taste so fucking good.”
With another shaky breath, her hips shift toward me, and she bites down on her bottom lip, trying to contain the next sound, but I hear it anyway. Her gaze starts to slip before she catches herself, determined to give me exactly what I asked for.
I fucking love watching her try.
My tongue drags over her again as my hands curl around her thighs.
“And you feel even better when you start losing control for me.”
The Remi who was threatening to slit my throat minutes ago is still there, stubbornly fighting to hold herself together even now. But her flushed cheeks and trembling thighs are betraying her.
And I already know I’m going to need more of her.
I’m going to crave her after I leave this condo, when I wake up tomorrow, and every fucking time she gets near me and reminds me what it feels like to have her like this.
Goddamn, I’m already addicted.
Her teeth release her lip on a shaky breath, and this time, her eyes close.
“No, no, you keep looking at me,” I murmur against her swollen clit, flicking it with my tongue.
She cries out and opens her eyes, finding mine as her fingers plunge into my hair. Grabbing a fistful, she pulls, sending a sharp sting across my scalp that drags a groan from my chest.
“You like that,” she breathes as her grip tightens.
“Fuck, yeah. Pull harder.”
A soft laugh slips from her, only to break into a gasp when she tugs my head against her and grinds against my mouth.
Watching her take exactly what she needs from me brings out a possessiveness I have no business feeling. I want to give her everything she can take and then push her for more.
“Isso, porra. Usa minha boca.*”
I slide one hand between her thighs and ease two fingers inside her while my tongue stays on her clit. Her hips jerk against me.
“Fuck. Curl your fingers. Make me come.”
I do exactly what she commands, stroking her slowly while keeping the same rhythm against her clit. One hand stays buried in my hair, guiding me exactly where she wants me, while the other braces against the couch.
I fucking love seeing this side of her.
The woman who always has something ready to throw back at me is slowly losing the ability to form words. A broken moan escapes her, her thighs trembling as she fights to keep looking at me.
“Don’t fight it,” I murmur against her. “Let me have you.”
Her hand tightens in my hair as she looks down at me, flushed and breathless. “You already do.”
The words affect me in a way they shouldn’t. Heat and hunger are easy. I know what to do with those. But hearing her say I already have her makes me want to forget how much of myself I’m still hiding from her.
Then Remi rolls her hips, dragging me straight back into the moment.
“Thiago…”
I work my fingers deeper inside her.
“Come on, baby. Give me another.”
She yanks my hair as she clenches around me, and I watch her lose herself all over again. Her head tips back, her chest rising rapidly as each pulse moves through her until she finally goes slack against the couch.
I slowly pull free and bring my fingers to my mouth. Remi watches me suck them clean, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
But I’m a greedy motherfucker when it comes to her, and she’s so damn sweet that I can’t bring myself to stop. Not when she’s crying out my name or when her body twists beneath my hands as if she can’t decide whether to escape the sensation or chase more of it.
I grip her ass and lower my mouth to her again, licking up every drop as she writhes beneath my tongue.
“No, no…Thiago. Fuck, fuck.”
I finally force myself away from her, but my cock is fucking aching now, and tasting her only makes me want to be inside her even more.
Rising from between her thighs, I trail slow kisses up her back. Tremors still ripple through her as I make my way to her shoulder, brushing her hair aside before pressing my lips beneath her ear..
“Tell me you have a condom.”
She turns to look at me. “Why?”
“Because I need you, Remi.” I brace my hands at her hips. “And I need you now.”
“Someone’s impatient,” she says with a grin.
“You have no fucking idea.”
“Side table. Top drawer.”
I drag myself away from her and cross the room. Yanking open the drawer, I find the condoms tucked inside and grab one.
When I turn around, I stop.
Remi has stripped away what was left of her torn clothes and tossed them onto the floor. She stands beside the couch completely bare, hair thoroughly fucked from my hands, cheeks still flushed, and those silver barbells catching the light.
Fuck me.
My gaze slowly travels over the woman I’ve been trying and failing to get out of my fucking head. She starts toward me.
There’s no hesitation in her now. She takes her time crossing the few feet between us, watching me as my entire body reacts to every step. By the time she reaches me, breathing has become a fucking chore.
The corner of her mouth lifts as she takes in my face.
“I think I like you like this,” she murmurs.
“Like me how?”
“With my cum on your face.”
I stare at her, then laugh as I drag my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting her again. “Yeah, I like it too.”
“I know,” she says, taking the condom from my hand and trailing the wrapper up my stomach and over my chest before pressing it to my mouth.
I open for her, catching the wrapper between my teeth.
Remi hooks her fingers beneath the hem of my shirt and starts dragging it upward. She gets it past my stomach and halfway up my chest before she stretches onto her toes.
“A little help?”
I laugh around the condom and lift my arms as she pulls the shirt higher until my height finally wins the battle.
Grabbing the back of it, I yank it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me.
Her gaze travels across my bare chest as her palms glide across my skin.
She leans in, pressing a slow kiss over my heart, and the tenderness of it catches me completely off guard.
Then her hands drift lower to the waistband of my sweatpants.
She pushes them down with my boxer briefs, and as soon as they clear my hips, she freezes.
Suddenly, Remi has absolutely nothing to say.
Her lips part as she takes me in, her attention dropping first to my cock and then to the metal pierced through it.
“Well, that seems fucking excessive.”
The condom wrapper shifts between my teeth as I fight a grin. Remi steps closer and rises onto her toes, taking the packet from my mouth before tearing it open. She rolls the condom into place as I lean in, speaking against her ear.
“You’re already thinking about what that’s going to feel like when I fuck you, aren’t you?”
Her hand pauses on me, and she looks up through her lashes.
“Maybe I’m trying to get this fucking condom on you without dropping to my knees first.”
Fuck.
I brush my mouth over her cheek.
“You know, you make it really fucking hard to remember I’m supposed to be the one in control here.”
She finishes rolling the condom down and wraps her fingers around me.
“Who made that arrangement?”
My hand closes around her throat, and her chin tips up, that little smile staying right where it is. I kiss her hard, then hook one arm beneath her ass and lift her off the floor in one smooth motion. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the couch.
God, I need to fuck her. I want to be inside her so fucking badly I can barely think straight, to feel her wrapped around me with nothing between us but the thin barrier she just put there.
Remi pulls me to her as soon as we hit the cushions.
“Fera, tell me you want this.”
Her lips brush mine when she answers. “I think I’ve made that pretty fucking obvious.”
“Say it anyway.”