Chapter 56 – remi
Fifty-Six
remi
Thiago dips to my abdomen, trailing his lips down the center and enjoying every tremor he pulls from me.
“Take that off,” he says, nodding toward my top.
“You know, at this rate, I’m never going to fix this truck.” Catching the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head, tossing it at him. “You’re too damn distracting, Braga.”
He grins and closes his mouth over one nipple, sucking and licking until my fingers disappear into his curls.
“I think that’s just an excuse to keep me coming back.”
“My pussy is enough to keep you coming back.”
Thiago looks up at me, and the grin on his face says he has no intention of arguing.
“You won’t hear me disagreeing with that.”
“Smart man.”
His hands travel along my thighs, peeling the coverall down before he tugs off my boots and pulls the rest free as he lowers himself in front of me. I lean back, palms on the hood.
“I’ve waited all day for this, chama. You have no idea how much I fucking missed you.” Thiago kisses his way up my leg, lingering as he reaches my inner thigh.
“I missed you too.”
“I miss you when you’re not even gone yet.” His mouth brushes my skin. “That’s the fucking problem.”
“I get that a lot.”
He laughs and shakes his head as he straightens, pushing the lollipop into my mouth.
“How about you hold that, fera, and get it nice and wet for me.”
“I’m nice and wet,” I say, letting my legs fall open.
Thiago glances between them, and his smile vanishes, lips parting on a rough exhale as he takes in the slick coating my thighs. The lollipop nearly slips from my mouth.
“Always gotta have the last word, don’t you?”
I curl my tongue around the candy and pull it deeper into my mouth just to see what he does.
His jaw flexes, and his fingers close harder around my thigh.
Much better.
“You were saying?” I taunt, drawing it back out with a soft pop.
Without a word, his hand closes around my neck, his thumb tipping my chin higher.
I was never the kind of woman who handed this kind of trust to a man. During sex, I called the shots because relying on someone else meant opening a part of me I kept locked down tight. It was giving them power they didn’t deserve. Even with Ryuji, there were places I never let him reach.
Thiago is different.
There’s no fear when his grip circles my throat.
I know exactly how much strength is there, but I also know he’d release me the instant I wanted him to.
I trust him with the choice. And somehow, surrendering it to him doesn’t make me feel vulnerable.
For the first time, letting someone else hold that power still feels like mine.
“I was saying that you look fucking exquisite on this car, chama. Naked, wet, begging to be fucked.”
“Begging? I haven’t even started asking nicely.” I lean into him, kiss him, and whisper against his mouth, “Now pay your bill.”
“Gladly.” He taps the hard candy against my nipple ring, and the cool touch sends a sharp shiver through me. Thiago catches the reaction, then circles the lollipop around the metal with maddening patience.
My fingers find his curls again. “Thiago…”
He drags the candy across my skin and follows the sticky path with his tongue. “You taste so fucking good.”
His voice is low and rough as his mouth closes over me. He alternates between the candy and his tongue, teasing the barbell, sucking my nipple, then licking away every trace of watermelon he leaves behind. By the time he finally moves lower, my breathing is already ragged.
“I want to see you. Let me touch you,” I murmur, reaching for him.
Thiago catches my wrist and brings my palm to his mouth instead. “Let me take care of you first.”
The playfulness is gone from his tone. Nodding, I let my arm fall back against the hood.
His thumb strokes the inside of my knee while his lips travel lower, each kiss making my body hum with anticipation.
“Stay right there.”
I swallow and spread my legs a little farther.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know you’re not.”
The certainty in how he says it hits differently than the dirty words.
Thiago rolls the lollipop between his fingers, completely absorbed in what he’s doing to me.
Then his mouth returns to my skin, and coherent thought becomes a lost cause as the candy follows.
He draws it along my inner thigh, pauses when my legs twitch, then continues, dragging out the anticipation until I’m shifting restlessly.
“You like having all my attention on you, don’t you?” he murmurs.
I bite my lip. “Only when it’s yours.”
His mouth lifts slightly. “Only mine?”
“Only yours.”
The candy glides along my thigh again before reaching my pussy. I suck in a breath when he dips it inside me, coating the watermelon in my slickness before drawing it back and brushing it over my clit.
Thiago braces my leg open.
“Look at me, chama.”
I do.
He circles it in slow strokes, never giving me the pressure I want for long. My hips start moving toward each pass anyway, trying to take what he keeps teasing me with.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.” Pressing the lollipop lightly against my clit, he holds it there, waiting. And a wicked little thrill runs through me.
“I want your mouth.”
He grins, his breathing growing heavier.
“Where?”
“Thiago,” I mutter between clenched teeth.
The candy moves once, a slow stroke that has my fingers curling against the edge of the hood.
“Tell me.”
“On my pussy.”
The corner of his mouth lifts as he turns the lollipop between his fingers, studying the glossy sheen now coating it.
“You have any idea what you look like right now?”
I shake my head.
“Like a dream. Beautiful. Red, swollen lips, cheeks flushed, so fucking wet and needy that you’re dripping onto your own hood.”
I lightly drag my nails along his arm. “Then quit admiring your work and clean up the mess you made.”
His thumb drags slowly over my clit, then presses down, making my legs tense around him. “Who said I planned on cleaning it up?”
A pleased hum slips from me. “No?”
He leans closer until his breath warms the inside of my thigh. “I plan on tasting every fucking bit of it.”
I open wider for him, loving exactly where his mind is going. “Then pay what you owe, Braga. With that talented mouth of yours.”
“Gladly,” he says with a chuckle. “But first…” He brings the lollipop between us, the candy still glossy with me. “Open.”
I part my lips, and he lays it across my tongue, turning the stick slowly between his fingers.
The watermelon is different now, sweeter and warmer, carrying the unmistakable taste of me. My thighs close around him as I suck the candy deeper, and the look on Thiago’s face darkens with every lick.
“Do you taste good?”
I keep the lollipop in my mouth a little longer, letting him wait while I savor it. “Yes.”
“Damn right you do.”
The praise lands low in my belly, and my toes curl against the edge of the hood. Thiago traces the corner of my mouth with his thumb while the lollipop remains between my lips.
“And you like tasting what I do to you, chama?”
I nod.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“Give it back to me.”
I take the lollipop from my mouth and hold it out to him.
Thiago doesn’t reach for the stick. He leans in and closes his lips around it while I’m still holding it, drawing it deeper as his tongue sweeps over everything I left behind.
Watching him taste me off the candy is filthy as hell, and I fucking love it.
He eases back, lips shiny, and takes it from my fingers. The lollipop rolls once across his tongue before he closes his mouth around it again. “Still sweet.”
My legs fall farther when his attention drops between them again.
“But I want more.”
The hunger in his voice sends a deep ache through me.
“Then take it. Take what’s yours, baby.”
He sets the candy aside and lowers himself between my legs, his lips following the sticky trail along my inner thigh, kissing and licking away every trace of watermelon until he reaches my pussy.
The first stroke over my clit tears a moan from me. I reach for him, and he laces our hands together.
“I want you to look at me. I want you to watch me eat your pussy until you can’t fucking think straight.”
I manage it, even with his tongue making concentration nearly impossible.
He sucks my clit slowly into his mouth, holding the pressure until my back arches off the hood and a tremor runs down my legs.
Thiago lifts one over his shoulder and opens me wider, then dives back in.
The change in angle hits hard enough that my palm smacks the hood, the crack echoing through the garage.
“Thiago… God, Thiago.”
“Fuck. I love hearing you moan my name while I lick your pretty little cunt.”
His tongue sweeps over me again, more slowly, before two fingers ease inside.
My stomach clenches.
“I want to hear it again.”
I bite my lip, loving how much he wants it.
“My Officer Braga.”
A rough groan vibrates against me as his fingers curl, finding the spot that makes my thighs tense around his shoulders.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “That’s the one.”
I start moving against his mouth, setting the pace myself. My nails rake lightly over his scalp before tangling in his curls as I ride, and he keeps up without missing a beat, never releasing me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Use me. Ride my face.”
Heart racing, I fold forward as the tension in my belly winds tighter with every pass of his tongue. “Baby, I’m going to come all over your mouth.”
“I can’t wait.” His fingers stay locked with mine. “Don’t hold back on me.”
I grind against him again, using the grip in his hair to keep him exactly where I need him while his tongue works my clit.
The orgasm hits hard, wrenching a cry from me as my body shakes beneath him.
Thiago keeps going through each contraction, drawing it out until I’m breathless and barely holding myself up.
Only then does his tongue slow, easing me past the last few tremors as our hands remain laced together against the hood.
I straighten slowly, breathing like I just ran a fucking mile.
His face is slick with me, his hair a complete disaster, and the satisfaction written all over him would be obnoxious if I didn’t love seeing him like this.
I brush my thumb across his cheek, catching some of the wetness there. “Paid in full.”
He laughs, still breathing hard. “Not yet.”
Thiago rises from between my legs and reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt over his head. He tosses it aside and quickly strips off the rest of his clothes as I sit on the hood, watching him.
The teasing is over now. Stepping between my knees, he wraps his arms around my waist and flips me onto my stomach on the hood. My palms meet the warm metal as his touch glides over my hips and down my ass.
“Now that’s a fucking view.”
The smack lands hard on one cheek, and the sharp sting makes me jolt. A moan escapes my lips as he soothes my skin with a slow caress, then grips me and leans over my back.
“I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “Prove it. Fuck me like you’ve been thinking about my pussy all day.”
The heat in his expression turns downright filthy.
“Careful what you ask for, chama.”
The thick head of his cock presses into me, and the stretch steals the rest of my comeback. I brace against the hood and breathe through the first few inches as he eases deeper, giving my body time to take him.
“Fuck.”
He stops there, deep enough to make my legs unsteady but still holding back. “That what you wanted?”
I push back against him. “More.”
That’s all it takes. He sinks the rest of the way in, slow enough to let me adjust until there’s nowhere left for him to go.
“Still think I’ve got something to prove?”
I turn my head toward him, breathless. “You’ve got a lot of convincing left to do.”
His laugh caresses my ear.
“Knew you’d say that.”
“You love it.”
“I love everything about you.”
Before I can decide what the hell to do with that, he draws back and drives into me again, harder, making my palms slide against the hood.
“Oh, fuck. So good.”
His hand moves from my hip to my waist as he builds a steady pace behind me. “You wanted convincing,” he says against my ear. “How am I doing?”
“Barely passing.”
His next laugh is more strained. “Keep talking.”
“You’d miss it if I stopped.”
“I’d miss every fucking part of you.”
That one hits me right in the chest.
I angle my head toward him, and Thiago meets me halfway, kissing me messy and hungry without ever losing the pace of his hips.
When our mouths part, we’re both panting.
“Say it again.”
I know exactly what he means.
“I’m yours.”
His eyes close, and a ragged breath brushes my neck. “Again.”
“I’m yours, Thiago.”
A rough sound leaves him as his forehead comes to rest against the back of my shoulder. “And I’m yours, chama.”
I reach behind me and cup the back of his neck, keeping him close as another orgasm starts gathering inside me. “You getting close?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I want you with me this time.”
He covers my hand against the hood and threads his fingers through mine, his jaw clenched as he holds himself back for me. “Don’t let go.”
“I won’t.”
Thiago kisses me again as he starts fucking me harder, faster, the piercing dragging over that spot inside me with every stroke, and my legs begin to shake.
“Fuck…Thiago.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” His voice is rough against my ear, every word broken by his breathing. I can feel how close he is from the tension of his body against mine, and the way his rhythm starts to lose its precision.
“Are you there?”
“So fucking close.”
“Then come with me.”
He takes my mouth, swallowing every moan and whimper as I tighten around his cock in waves while he drives into me through each contraction.
Thiago lasts only a few more seconds before a groan rumbles against my shoulder, and his arm locks around my waist, hauling me flush against him as his hips drive forward, burying himself as deep as he can.
“Oh, fuck…Remi.” He goes rigid, pulsing inside me as he comes. I love the way this huge man practically folds over me when he completely loses himself.
Slowly, he relaxes against me, but his arm stays wrapped around my waist, and I don’t want him to move it. We stay tangled together across the hood, letting ourselves recover while the music plays behind us and our ragged breaths fill the garage.
He kisses the back of my neck. “You okay?”
I nod slowly. “Just don’t make me move yet.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
I turn my head toward him. His curls are damp, his cheeks red, looking so completely wrecked that I can’t help smiling.
“So tell me,” he says, still winded. “Worth the wheels?”
I reach back and run my fingers through his hair. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
Laughing, I pull him down for another kiss. “You still owe me for labor.”