Chapter 4
4
“ W hat the actual fuck?” I muttered under my breath, opening my pajama drawer and pulling out a tank top set. I thought better of it and instead took out an oversized T-shirt and shorts. I didn’t want to look too desperate. I did my skin care routine in the kitchen sink so I wouldn’t have to go back into the bathroom, plugged my phone into the charger by my bed, cleaned up the living room, hiding all of the evidence that anything had ever happened so my mom would never know, and then went back into my room as I heard the bathroom door open.
“In here,” I called, standing awkwardly by the end of my bed, which was thankfully a queen size. The person who had lived in the apartment before us had been evicted, and when we moved in, we had found this brand new, still in the plastic mattress leaning against the wall in my room. My mom had told me to keep it and said she would take the full-sized bed that we had brought with us from our previous apartment. It was one of the nicer memories that I had of her.
Remi peeked his head around the door and then made his way into my room. He was still shirtless, but he was now wearing his gray sweatpants, which left very little to the imagination. My friends Eva and Rachel were always laughing about how pornographic gray sweatpants were, and now I understood why. Remi put his bag in the corner of my room and took his phone out.
“I should probably turn this back on,” he said, sounding remorseful, for what I wasn’t completely sure. I offered him the other phone plug that sat on my dresser, and Remi made short work of turning his phone on and plugging it in. It was now buzzing with messages that we both tried to ignore.
“Sooooo,” he said. I looked at him, feeling shy again. “Bedtime?” He winked at me, and I felt his wink all over my body.
“Great idea.” I hurried over to pull the blanket back, and then I went back over to my bedroom door to lock it.
“My mom never comes in here, but just in case…” I said in explanation. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed quiet. I turned off the light but left the fan on and then climbed into bed. I couldn’t see him so well in the dark, but I could hear his breathing as he got into my bed, and I was suddenly hot all over again. I felt his leg on my leg and his arm touching my arm as we both lay down on our backs and stayed in awkward silence until I felt his head turn toward me, and he asked, “Can I kiss you again, Shaen?”
The way my name sounded with his deep tone made my loins clench. Do people say loins anymore? My brain panicked as I nodded and then realized he couldn’t see me.
“Y-yes. Yes. Kiss me, Remi,” I told him, feeling a little bit breathless. With a groan, he rolled over so his arms were on either side of my head, caging me in, and his body was raised over me. I could detect the heat of him all over me. He leaned down growing closer to me. I could feel his breath on my lips and my chin, but he just stayed like that for a few seconds till I felt like I had to break free because the anticipation was too much.
“Fucking do it, Remi,” I breathed out, and he made a cross between a moan and a laugh again and then slammed his mouth onto mine.
I felt like I could breathe again. How had I ever lived without his body over mine, his tongue in my mouth, or his fingers gripping the sides of my hips? I didn’t know. I could feel his erection, insistent, against my leg. I shifted.
“Ignore him. He’s stupid,” Remi muttered against my mouth. I laughed.
“What if I don’t want to ignore him?”
Remi’s whole body stilled above me.
I took advantage of the situation and slid my hand past the waistband of his very scandalous gray sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Oh , Remi , you’re so hot, my brain thought.
“Thank you,” he said above me. Fuck, I was saying my thoughts again.
“For the record, you make me so hard, Shaen. I think you’re so sexy. Your body. Your face. These boobs…” He groaned, and his body jerked above me as my hand closed over his shaft.
“You were saying…” I teased.
“You’re so hot,” he panted. “I am so attracted to you.”
I began to move my hand in earnest, up and down, hoping that I was applying enough pressure. Apparently, I wasn’t because Remi said, “Squeeze it tighter, you won’t break it.”
That made both of us laugh, yet as I squeezed his dick tighter, he wasn’t laughing anymore.
“Oh f-fuck, that’s good, baby. Yeah, just like that. Squeeze it. Oh my God, that’s so good,” he stuttered out. If I weren’t so turned on, I would have laughed at how easy it was to turn big, strong, football player Remi into a pile of mush. He was breathing heavily in my ear; half his body was on me, and half he was holding up with one arm so he didn’t squash me. I imagined that couldn’t be so comfortable, so I half sat up and gently pushed him over so he was lying on his back. Then I reached over to my night table, where I kept a tissue box, and I took a few tissues with me as I crawled back to climb over him. My thighs were on either side of his, and his cock was jutting out proudly from his body.
“I don’t think I have ever been this hard,” he admitted when he saw me looking at it. I felt some bravery come over me, and I said softly, “Do you think you’ll be able to come for me?” I cupped his balls with one hand, and with my other hand, I ran my pointer finger over his slit where pre-cum was now leaking in earnest.
“Oh J-Jesus…” he moaned, his hips lifting off the bed in their desire to seek more pressure from my hand.
“Is that a yes?” I teased as I began to jack his cock in rhythm with his hips.
“Y-yessss. Yes, baby, I’m going to come for you.” His eyes were squeezed shut, and he almost looked like he was in pain. I was enthralled with how Remi’s body was reacting to me. He had sweat beading on his lightly-haired chest, and the muscles in his arms were flexing as he opened and closed his fists on my sheets. His lips looked puffy from kissing me, and his wavy hair was an absolute wreck, yet it turned me on so much. I could feel my wetness leaking down my thighs, and I worried that I was leaving a stain on his sweatpants that were now pulled halfway down his legs.
“Oh God, tighter, tighter,” he begged. His eyes flew open and met mine. At this point, I knew he was sober, but his eyes looked wild and kind of unfocused again. My newfound ability to disarm this man made me feel all sorts of warm feelings within my chest, making the emotionally numb side of me feel slightly panicked, but I pushed the whole mess away and chose to stay focused on Remi’s heavy breathing, the stuttering movements of his hips, the moans coming out of his mouth, and the way his glassy eyes were fixed on mine.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” he chanted, his eyes widening in what could only be described as awe. I knew this moment meant a lot for him because not only was it a big “fuck-you” to the trauma religion had given him, but I also knew that other than what happened in his sleep, he had never been able to finish on his own. I didn’t know it was possible, but his dick started to feel thicker and harder in my hand, and his movements started to feel more erratic. His breathing grew louder, and one of his hands snaked around us to hold tightly onto my hips, where I found myself grinding against his thigh. I hadn’t even realized I was doing that. His fingers were gripping so tight that I was going to have a bruise, I thought. And something about that felt good and right. I paused for a second and did what I had read someone do in a book. I spit into my palm and then put my hand back on his dick, so now everything was warm and wet.
“Oh my God, Shaen. I’m coming, I’m coming for you, baby!” He half shouted; half sobbed. I was enthralled. I kept jacking him as thick ropes of cum seemed to burst from his cock and got all over my hand, some on my arm, and some ended up on his stomach. I stopped moving my hand once his dick started to soften. With his chest heaving like he had just run a marathon, he shuddered as I ran my fingers through the cum that was pooled on his stomach.
“Was that as good as you thought it would be?” I asked, taking a tissue and gently cleaning us both up. He nodded frantically, seemingly still at a loss for words. I stilled in his arms and grinned.
“I’m weirdly excited for you,” I admitted to him. The grip he had on my hip tightened.
“You really don’t know what that meant to me,” were the first words he could manage as his breathing and heart rate came back to normal.
“But I want you to keep doing that.” He gestured to the lower half of my body.
“Doing what?” I tried to shift my hips off of him, but he held me down so that my pussy, only covered by my boy shorts pajama bottoms, was directly on his thick hard thigh.
“You were rubbing on me. You’re getting me all wet.” He grinned.
“Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing.” I tried to scramble off him again, but I was no match for how strong he was, and his arms kept me right where he wanted me.
“Embarrassing, Shaen? It’s so fucking hot I’m getting hard again,” he basically growled in my ear. He sat us up now, and with his back against the headboard of my bed, he was holding my body directly over his now bare thigh. I looked down, and he was, in fact, getting hard again.
“I didn’t know you could recover that fast,” I told him, wide-eyed.
“I didn’t either.” He laughed, making fun of himself. “But don’t change the subject. I want you to come on me. Do you touch yourself, baby?” He was practically whispering now, his breath making the skin on my neck and chest so sensitive. I met his eyes, and I nodded.
“Goddamn that’s so hot. Do you use your fingers, or do you have any toys?” he asked, and I could almost laugh at how curious he was.
“Usually just my fingers, but Lia bought me a vibrator as a joke for my birthday, so sometimes I use that,” I admitted. I couldn’t feel shy when this man was looking at me like I was the sun, moon, and stars.
“I want to watch you touch yourself next time, but tonight I want you to keep rubbing your pussy on me like you were before, and I will hold you while you do it.” He was panting now as my hips started to move achingly slow, my clit felt so swollen, and my lips felt so wet.
“Will there be a next time?” I asked as I began to move faster now.
“There better be. I might die if I can’t touch you again after this.” He said this so dramatically that I laughed as I moaned.
“There it is, baby, take what you need. I can’t wait to watch you come.” His words spurred me on. Remi’s hands on my hips were so tight. His chest was rubbing against my sensitive nipples. I was so close to the precipice but couldn’t quite get there. One of his hands moved to my ass, and I moaned again loudly.
“What do you need?” he asked, out of breath again. “Let me help you.”
I might die of embarrassment, but I admitted, “Can you talk to me?”
His hand that was on my ass was moving up to my breast, and as he found his way under my big T-shirt, he said, “Like dirty talk?”
I bit my bottom lip, feeling my cheeks heat up, and I stopped grinding on him.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” he admonished. “Not with my cum drying in your hand and yours all over my thigh.” He laughed at how self-conscious I got from him saying that. He leaned in to kiss me.
“You’re so funny ‘cause you get so shy, but you also want me to say dirty, dirty things to you.”
I shrugged. “I’m a conundrum,” I joked.
“You really are,” he agreed. His hand closed around my breast, and his thumb began to rub my nipple. “I am brand new to this, baby, so we’re going to have to learn together. If you don’t like something, please tell me.”
I nodded. “I like that.”
He laughed and bent down to lick my nipple through my T-shirt.
“This?” He looked up at me, my cotton-covered nipple now in his mouth.
“Y-yes.” My hips started to move again. I was on fire. Why did I have a penis ban again? At the moment, I genuinely couldn’t remember. My nipple popped out of his mouth, and he leaned in so his mouth was by my ear.
“You are so sexy when you make those noises for me, Shaen. You make my cock so hard. I came so hard for you I thought I was going to pass out.”
That made me giggle, but I quickly stopped when he rasped into my ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl and come on my leg, baby?”
The praise did it for me. I combusted; my body got all tight and achy, my clit felt so sensitive, and my pussy felt so empty as it contracted through the waves of what was most definitely the strongest orgasm I had ever had. And all just from rubbing myself on his leg.
“Oh yeah, baby, let it out, let me hear you, what a good girl,” Remi was saying encouragingly in my ear. His hand was back on my breast, and I was moaning and writhing in his arms. Slowly, the blood rushed back to my brain, and I came down from the euphoria of the moment. I tried to climb off of him, but he held me against his chest as he laid down on his pillow, taking me with him and pulling the blanket over both of us.
“So my girl has a praise kink, huh?” He laughed, his voice sounding husky. I hit his chest. “Hey, stop it.”
He just laughed again. “Oh, I like knowing that. Trust me. That was so hot.” He yawned, and his eyes closed, as did mine, and I snuggled into his chest.
Was I his girl? The thought flitted through my brain as I fell asleep.