Chapter 10
10
T he next morning, I took the braids out and pulled my now crimped hair into a half pony. Today’s outfit consisted of some wide-legged Aeropostale jeans and an oversized Yellowstone T-shirt that I had cut so it would fall off one shoulder. I put my makeup on quietly as my mom was still sleeping and would be going back on shift this evening. She had left a note by the pie:
“This was delicious. XO.”
I wanted to let it make me happy. I wanted to believe that this meant that she cared about me, but I had gotten my hopes up so many times before, and the disappointment that followed was worse than just protecting my heart against any nice little gesture she made because it never lasted. I crumbled up the note, threw it out, and then helped myself to a slice of pie for breakfast.
At nine-thirty, I set out for my walk to work, putting one AirPod in to listen to music. Halfway there, I got a notification from Siri.
“Text message from Remi. Would you like me to read it?”
I looked down at my phone and swiped open my message app.
REMI
guess what
SHAEN
what
REMI
I *eggplant emoji* *droplets of water emoji* all by myself!
SHAEN
ew
REMI
And here I thought you’d be proud
SHAEN
you’re so weird lmao
REMI
hey this is a big deal for mankind
SHAEN
so I guess you finally didn’t hear your dad while you did it? Lol
REMI
nope I heard you
This man! I ignored the tingles erupting in my underwear, shoved my phone into my pocket, and walked into work. My day consisted of two more adoptions, lots of phone calls, and tons and tons of doggy kisses. At three-thirty, Margo’s husband Eddie showed up to take the second shift, and I got ready to leave.
“All good?” Eddie started unpacking a dog food order that had been delivered today.
“Yep! Gordy and Lacy got picked up by their new families. Speaking of, we need to make more take-home bags,” I informed him. Last year, I proposed the idea of making a bag for newly adopted dogs to send home with them and their families. In it, we put a container of their current food— so if the families wanted to get them on something new, they could transition the dog off properly— a bowl with their name on it, a toy that smelled like the shelter, and all of their paperwork in a folder that was covered in paw prints.
“We need to order more bags and folders. I’ll do that tonight, and when they come, we’ll pack up some more,” he agreed. I had lucked out when it came to bosses. Both Eddie and Margo were generous and kind and always treated me with respect. They would be giving me more hours once I graduated, and I was so grateful that they had allowed me the option for extended hours because I had been dreading finding a new job when I loved my current one so much.
“I’m gonna go do a poop clean up outside, and then I’ll head out.”
“Aight, see you next week.” Eddie passed me the pooper scooper, and I went outside.
I finally had a chance to look at my phone again on my walk home. The chat was so full that I had to scroll back to catch up on all my friends’ bullshit. I smiled at my phone because truly I loved them, but while I worked, that chat had blown up because no one else needed a job like I did. Liam’s parents were very wealthy. His dad was a surgeon, and his mom was a nurse who owned two aesthetics and injections spas. I assumed Remi’s parents were taking care of him financially, but if they weren’t, then Liam’s parents would want him to focus on school and would never put him in a position of needing a job. Lia’s parents were divorced, and her dad basically just sent a bunch of money every month to assuage his guilt for cheating on her mom and abandoning the family. Eva was an only child to older parents. Her dad had already retired from some big tech job, and her mother was an artist whose work went for a lot of money. Rachel and Dee were both more middle class. Rachel’s dad was a police officer, and her mom was a principal, and both of Dee’s fathers owned their own businesses. One owned a hair salon, and the other owned a bee farm where he raised bees for organic honey and other honey products. They were honestly what I considered to be upper middle class because both of them would get summer jobs, but they didn’t need to work during the year to afford clothes or their phone bill like I did. Carter’s parents owned multiple gyms around the country. His mom had even competed in a Miss USA pageant before she had him, hence his obsession with his physique. He spent his summers traveling and would come home with a tan, talking about yachts this and Cartier bracelets that. I wasn’t jealous of them; I was just sad for myself. I usually had what I needed, but it took so much effort on my part to make sure that I did. By the time I had caught up on the chat, more messages had come in.
LIAM
my mom is bbq’ing. Pools open. Hookah is lit let’s gooooo
RACHEL
I’m with Jake can he come?
LIAM
of course
Jake was a year ahead of us and was going to a local college. He and Rachel would hang out a lot, but he had never quite gotten past the friend zone.
DEE
omw
LIA
I’m baking muffins with Julia, hurry up before I eat them all
Julia was Liam’s mom, and she was so beautiful and so fun to be around. I loved hanging out at Liam’s house not only because he had so many siblings, a pool, a theater room, and a walk-in pantry but because Julia always made me feel welcome and a part of the family.
CARTER
Eva is getting a pedicure we’ll come by after she finishes
REMI
that’s what she said
LIAM
Shaen are you done work?
SHAEN
walking home now
REMI
I’ll come pick you up
LIAM
my keys are on my night table
LIAM
near the condoms if you need any
REMI
*middle finger emoji*
When I got home, I was sweaty and covered in dog hair. I quickly tore all of my clothes off and chose a green, strapless one-piece bathing suit that had an oval cutout on one side. I had gotten it thrifting, and it had come with the protective crotch liner and tags still on it. I literally loved it when rich people just discarded new things in my size. Then I paired it with a pair of white flip-flops from Charlotte Russe and a thin, gauzy black dress that doubled as a pool cover-up. I was freshening up my makeup and deodorant when Remi texted me that he was outside. I shoved a bra, underwear, sweatpants, tank top, and a brush into my beach bag and ran downstairs. I knew my friends were on to us for real because Remi would have never offered to pick me up by himself before. I was also still trying to find my footing around him since I had made my rules yesterday. Well, my head had made the rules, my libido and heart were not happy about them at all. Remi leaned over to open the door for me, and I hopped in, quickly adapting to my super chill, everything is absolutely fine vibe. He was smiling, and his skin was kind of flushed with the beginnings of a tan, hinting that he had already spent the day outside.
“How was work?” he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Great!” I was back to avoiding full eye contact because I was feeling so anxious, not knowing exactly how he felt about what we had done, what we were doing, and how slowly we were now doing it in comparison.
“You okay?”
“I’m great.” I flashed him another one of my “everything is wonderful” grins that I had perfected over the years. He didn’t look so convinced, but he changed the subject.
“I hope you’re hungry because Julia overdid it with the food.”
“Of course she did.” I finally gave a genuine laugh. “She doesn’t know anything other than over the top.”
“Facts,” he agreed as we pulled into the circular driveway in front of Liam’s large home. I found Julia in the front hallway of the house putting floaty wings onto her six-year-old.
“Hi, lovie.” She stood up and gave me a big hug. “I’m so happy you could make it. You look stunning. Doesn’t she look stunning, Remiel?” She didn’t wait for him to answer; instead, she turned and opened up a bag with her business’s logo on it. “Honey, I brought this home for you. New samples came in, and I absolutely need you to try them.” She showed me a lash growth serum, a moisturizer, and a tinted lip balm that also claimed to plump. She was always doing stuff like this, and it filled the empty hole inside of me that wanted to have a mom to do girly things with. I hugged her again.
“Julia, thank you so much. I will let you know how I like them.”
She smiled.
“Take selfies. I wanna post your gorgeous face on my page.”
Two more of Liam’s younger brothers went running down the hall dripping pool water, and Julia excused herself to chase after them. I felt a soft touch on my shoulder as Remi moved me in the direction of the kitchen, which led to the patio down to the massive pool. As soon as we walked outside, I was hit with the sounds of loud music, the voices of all of my friends floating up from the pool, and the bubbles from the Jacuzzi. I immediately felt the tension leave my body, and I found a lounge chair to put my stuff down on. I took off my dress and threw my hair up in a high bun. When I turned around, Remi was staring. He cleared his throat and turned away.
“Are you hungry? I can make you a plate,” he asked, still not looking at me, as he gestured to the huge table laden with food.
“Shaen, get into the pool!” Lia’s voice interrupted our little awkward moment. I nodded at him and shrugged. “Sure, I’ll take whatever, thank you,” I told him as I took the stairs down to the pool.
“Grab me a drink, babe,” Liam called, so I snagged him and myself a White Claw and came to sit at the edge of the pool. Julia wouldn’t let us have anything other than canned, low-alcoholic drinks at our parties because, other than Liam’s two older brothers, we were all underage. Remi was the oldest; he was turning nineteen in July, and I wouldn’t be nineteen until September.
“Get in,” Liam encouraged.
“I will. I’m just catching some sun.” I stuck my feet in the water and wiggled my toes around, loving the feeling of summer coming early even though we weren’t quite yet there. Lia swam up and rested her arms on the side of the pool next to me.
“Guess what? Rachel brought a karaoke machine!” She was so excited that I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Remi came over, holding a plate of food for me. He had changed into his bathing suit, which was sitting low on his hips, his muscular body in full view.
I quickly looked away so no one would see me staring, but Lia had caught me, and she grinned mischievously but didn’t say anything.
“Nothing’s funny. I’m just very excited because Rachel brought karaoke, and we’re going to have so much fun with it later,” Lia explained. Remi sat down next to me and put his feet in the water. His thigh was dangerously close to mine, but I knew if I scooted away even an inch, everyone would notice and would give me shit about it.
“I’ll sing.” Remi handed me my plate. He had given me salad, fries, a hotdog, a hamburger with all the toppings, chicken, cut-up fruit, and a piece of apple cobbler.
“Thank you, but how much do you think I can eat?” I asked, taking the fork that he held out for me. He had also cracked open my White Claw and put it down next to me.
“Whatever you don’t eat, I’ll finish,” he told me. Lia and Liam looked like they were going to implode from not saying their usual “see, they’re fucking” comments. I must admit I was enjoying their discomfort from it all. I stuck my fork into the cobbler and took a generous bite.
“Oh damn.” I gave a little moan. “This is so good.”
“My mom outdid herself.” Liam swam away with a little splash. I noticed Remi watching me out of the corner of my eye. As I got to the last bite of cobbler, I held it out on my fork for him.
“Saved the best for last,” I joked. He maintained eye contact, leaned forward, and ate it. As cliche as it sounded, I literally shivered. But I was the queen of pretending like everything was fine, so I continued to do just that. I kept pretending that I wasn’t affected by him and dug into the rest of my food. Sure enough, Remi took my plate when I felt full and cleared it for me. I was now two White Claws in and not tipsy but definitely feeling less stressed about our situationship as I got into the pool. It was now getting dark, and all of the twinkle lights around the pool were glowing against the water. Lia was on Liam’s shoulders, Eva on Carter’s, Rachel had climbed up on Jake, and Dee was the only one not in the water because she was managing the playlist and getting the s’mores ready. Remi came up from behind me.
“Get up here.”
“How? You’re like eleven feet taller than me,” I protested.
“Twelve inches, but okay.” He knelt down, picked me up, and literally placed me on his shoulders.
“Holy shit!” I squealed as he stood up. I quickly tightened my thighs around his neck and then held on to his hands that he was holding up for me.
“If I die,” he wheezed, “tell them it was for a good cause.”
“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I’m just so scared that I’m going to fall.” I loosened the death grip my thighs had on him.
“I will not let you fall,” I heard him say as he walked closer to where our friends were bouncing around in the pool, each girl trying to knock the other one off the shoulders of the guy she sat on. I ended up winning because Remi was so damn tall and quick that no one had a chance of dunking me. I was out of breath from laughing so hard and was feeling so in the moment, which I loved because it kept my toxic, anxious thoughts away. Everyone was getting out and getting dried off to make s’mores and sing karaoke, and as Remi got to the stairs of the pool to let me off his shoulders, he turned ever so slightly and placed a quick kiss on my inner thigh. Then he lifted me off his shoulders and laughed when I stumbled up the stairs.
“You shut up.” I pretended to be mad. He lifted his hands up in defense.
“Hey, I didn’t say anything.” Then he winked. I wanted to hold his hand so badly as we walked up to the patio, where the firepit was crackling and giving off delicious warmth, but I kept my hands to myself.
In the bathroom, I quickly changed out of my wet bathing suit and got into my sweatpants and tank top. My nipples were pebbled up from the cold air that had come with the sun going down, and when I came back out to join my friends, I could see Remi pretending he hadn’t noticed them. We all made a ton of s’mores, and then we finally did karaoke. We each chose a song and took turns singing. Liam did a pretty good rap, Rachel and Dee sang Justin Bieber, of course, and Lia chose a song from the movie Frozen . Carter did backup for Eva, who sang Britney Spears. I sang “Under the Sea” from The Little Mermaid , which was fun, and then it was Remi’s turn. He chose a song called “Say It Back” by Ross Harris, which I had never heard before, but as soon as he started singing, we all froze.
“What the fuck?” Liam was absolutely shocked.
“He can sing?” Lia was just as shocked. I was literally speechless. Apparently, Remiel Taylor had the voice of an angel, like his actual namesake. It was deep and husky at the lower parts, but he was able to climb and hold his tone beautifully at the higher parts.
“I have goosebumps,” Rachel announced, showing us her arm. Dee had her phone out and was videoing him. Remi’s eyes had stayed closed the whole song, but at the very last part, he opened them and looked right at me. Everyone started clapping, and Carter and Jake were whooping. Liam got up to give him that slap-hug on the back that guys do.
“Please explain to me how I didn’t know that my cousin had the voice of Apollo himself,” he demanded.
Remi shrugged modestly.
“I guess I have some PTSD from being forced to sing in the church choir when I was younger, so I don’t sing much anymore.” He laughed it off, but I could hear the pang of truth in his words.
“Wait, like, for real?” Lia asked.
“ Yeah, like , Our God is an awesome God. He reigns from heaven above. With wisdom, power, and love. Our God is an awesome God.” Remi belted the song out, sounding every bit the pastor’s son in that moment. Liam was now absolutely hysterically laughing, Rachel was wiping away tears, and Lia was just looking confused.
“I’m so confused,” she confirmed.
I kept laughing at how disoriented she seemed. Remi shrugged and handed the mic to Jake, who was getting ready to sing something from The Lion King . Then he got a hookah and brought it over to where I was sitting.
“Wow,” I said as he got the coal sparked.
“No biggie.” He seemed almost embarrassed.
“Uh, when you sound like that, it’s a biggie, Rem. I’m adding the song to my playlist right now.”
Remi shrugged once again as he took a pull of the hookah and then offered it to me as he blew the smoke out through his nose. He looked so hot, it was downright illegal, I thought to myself as I took a hit. He had used a blueberry flavor, and it was really good. I took another pull because I loved the head rush the tobacco hitting my system gave me, and then I handed it back so he could get another pull himself. Afterward, we passed the hookah over to Liam and Lia, who couldn’t stop making out. Then I moved over to sit on the hammock chair that Remi was sitting on. I had intended on sitting next to him, but the curve of the hammock kind of put me directly in his lap. I froze, trying to quickly decide if I was going to stand up and pretend like that never happened or take the opportunity the universe had given me and stay put. Remi quickly pulled his arm up and laid it across the back of the hammock. I leaned back tentatively till my back was on his chest, and then I felt him let out a big sigh and give in to what he had clearly been grappling with since my freak-out yesterday. His arm came down to gently rest on my shoulders, and his hand began playing with a bit of my hair, which I had taken down from the bun earlier.
“This okay?” I heard him whisper as all of our friends came to join us in the other hammock chairs. I nodded. I felt him lean down and kiss my hair. Something shifted in me at that moment. I knew that we had started off in a weird setting: Him being my bff’s cousin, and the fact that we didn’t really attempt to get to know each other outside the context of being friends until he got drunk the other night and spilled the beans on his weird church trauma, we made out, and then things escalated physically. But since yesterday, he had been showing me that this was a lot more than just a damaged church kid trying to figure his shit out with the nearest available girl. It actually felt like he cared about me, whether he was allowed to touch me or not. He admittedly had been super respectful of my boundaries. He was sweet. Attentive. Always making sure I had what I needed, like giving me a towel after we got out of the pool or roasting an extra marshmallow for me when mine fell into the fire. He had even wiped the gooey marshmallow residue off my chin with his thumb. I leaned back more firmly on his chest and pulled my legs up so they intertwined with his.
“What are you doing? Everyone can see you,” he muttered quietly in my ear. I smiled up at him. “I’m not ashamed of you.”
He held eye contact with me.
“I didn’t say you were ashamed.”
“We’re not a secret.” I changed my wording to appease him. He smiled at that. “So, there’s a we?” he asked.
“What are you two whispering about?” Rachel interrupted our little figuring-out-our-shit session.
“They’re figuring out when they can fuck next.” Of course Carter would say that. I sat up and looked at all of my friends.
“We are not fucking. But…”
“But…?” Dee said gleefully.
“We are getting to know each other,” I finished.
“Like dating?” Rachel pushed. I felt Remi’s hand close around my hip and gently squeeze.
“Yeah, like dating… But like super slow and…” I trailed off as all of my friends erupted into cheers.
“I knew it!” Liam shouted. “You guys are going to make the cutest babies.”
“Oh my God, Liam,” I groaned and leaned up in protest. Remi pulled me back onto his chest and proceeded to rock the hammock with his long legs.
“He’s just excited,” Remi told me, seeming like he hoped I wouldn’t go back to my anxious place where I inevitably pushed him away.
“I know he is, but take it down a notch, crazy pants.”
Remi snorted but didn’t say anything further about it.
By nine, the girls were getting all of the food put away inside with Liam. Remi was outside cleaning the grill, Carter was putting out the fire pit, and Jake was assisting with the hookahs. I yawned.
“I’m so not in the mood for school tomorrow,” I said out loud.
“Ugh, same though.” Rachel looked up from where she was putting all of the cut-up fruit into containers.
“Just a few more weeks, and we’ll be done.” Liam came up to me and slung his arm around my shoulder. “I’m really happy,” he whispered into my hair. “Remi is such a good guy, and you know you’re my favorite person.”
“For real, we’re going so slow…” I looked up at him. Liam wasn’t as tall as Remi, but it wasn’t that hard for anyone to tower over me.
“I know, babe. We’re all just joking around,” Liam reassured me.
“I’m just scared that if it doesn’t work out, we’ll ruin the whole friend group.” I told him one of the fears I had been having since I decided I wanted to get to know Remi better.
“Then we won’t allow that to happen.” Liam sounded very confident. “If it doesn’t work, then we figure it out. We go back to just being a friend group. I will never ever pick between you two if that’s what you’re worried about. You’re gonna be my best woman at my wedding one day, Shaen. And he’s my cousin. These friendships are for life, no matter what happens. Okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded, trying to be comforted by Liam’s easy-going confidence, but I thought, if only it were that easy.
When the pool was completely cleaned up and everyone was ready to leave, Eva and Carter offered to take me home, but Remi came up behind us and said, “I’ll take her. You guys are headed in the opposite direction.”
Eva gave me a knowing look but didn’t say anything as she hugged me goodbye. I gave everyone else hugs as if we weren’t all going to see each other again tomorrow. Lia whispered in my ear that we definitely were going to talk about this turn of events later. I laughed and gently pushed her back in Liam’s direction. Remi took my bag and opened the front door.
“Remi, I can carry my own stuff,” I protested.
“Yeah, but why should you when I can do it?” He unlocked the jeep. “After you. Pixie.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Careful what you do with that.” He laughed. As he drove out of the driveway, he asked, “So, we’re dating, huh?”
“Are you mad? I probably should have discussed it with you again before I just said that in front of all of our friends.”
“I’m not mad,” he replied softly. “I’ll be honest, though; I’m having a hard time keeping up.”
My heart sank. I knew exactly what he meant because I had a hard time keeping up with my rapidly changing emotions most of the time too.
“Hey, hey.” He put a hand on my knee. “I will navigate every mood swing with you if it means I get to date you. I’m just going to need to figure you out a little bit better. That’s all, baby. Okay?”
“I’m not crazy. I’m just confused. I’ve been taking care of myself by myself for literally years now, and I just need to figure out how to include someone in that who is more than a friend.”
“I know, honey. I have plenty to figure out too. We’ll do it together.”
I warmed at his use of the word honey as he parked the car in front of my apartment building.
“Can I come up to say good night?” he asked. I should just say good night here, I thought, but my traitorous body nodded. His eyes brightened, and I giggled.
“No funny business,” he promised.
“Mm-hmm.” I did not believe him one bit, and to be honest, my body was primed and ready for him anyway. He reached for my hand as we walked up to the apartment, and touching him again sent tingles rippling through me.
Once we got inside, he waited in the living room while I showered the salt water from Liam’s fancy pool off of me and got into pajamas. I had chosen a silky set of tiny boy shorts and a small, revealing top that, without my bra on, clung to every curve of my breasts. They felt so heavy and full from how turned on I was. I had been ever since he texted me this morning that he had jerked off, basically, in his words, to the thought of me. I came out of the bathroom trying to maintain a very innocent look on my face. When Remi saw me, he groaned and covered his eyes with his hand.
“Shaen, Shaen, how am I supposed to behave when you fucking look like that?” He peeked at me through his fingers and shook his head. “Good lord, girl, you overestimate my self-control.”
I didn’t say anything, I just turned to go to my room, and in what I hoped looked sexy, I gave him a little “come here” motion with my finger. I’ve never seen him run faster than at a football game. He scooped me up in his arms, so I had to wrap my legs around his waist to hold myself up. I was laughing and let out a bit of a shriek as he shut off the light and closed my door.
“Oh, you sneaky, naughty girl.” His hands were rubbing all over my ass. I grabbed onto his hair to pull his face up to me, and I attacked his mouth. He moaned into mine and began to kiss me in earnest. I could feel him harden against me where I was being held up on him. I wriggled my hips and rubbed my crotch against his body.
“Oh God, yes.” He came up for air and looked at me, his hair an absolute mess from my hands and his eyes a bit out of focus. “Is this a sign to do more or…?” He seemed so unsure that I felt bad about all the mixed signals I had been giving out lately.
“This is a sign, Remi. Please, please…” I couldn’t form words anymore because he had slipped his fingers into my shorts and was feeling how wet I was.
“You’re soaked. Is that for me, baby?” He sounded breathless. I nodded quickly.
“What a good girl.”
I melted at the praise. He took his fingers out of my shorts, slick with me, and then wiped some of it on my lips. Before I could even react, he was licking my essence off my mouth. I decided that I loved that based on just how wild it had made Remi.
“Oh my God.” He gave me one more deep kiss and then laid me down on my bed. He stared at me for a second, my chest heaving, my breasts super sensitive, my pussy throbbing with desire.
“How did I get so lucky?” He took off his shirt and shorts. He was wearing boxer briefs underneath, and his erection looked huge behind the black cotton. I honestly had no idea how it would fit in me one day. Remi then came over to the bed to lay above me. He kissed me all over my chest and then helped me take off my clothes. I was completely naked now. I had tried to cover myself with my hands, but Remi had taken both of my wrists in one of his hands and held them above me, saying something about not hiding from him. After thoroughly feasting on my nipples and kissing his way all over my stomach, he stopped suddenly and asked, “Where is your vibrator?”
I stilled. “My what?”
“Your toy. Be a good girl and get it for me.”
Excitement rose in my chest. I was so turned on right now I would probably come the minute it touched me.
I crawled over to my night table, which earned me a slight slap on my ass. I grabbed the pink bullet and brought it back. Remi sat up against my headboard.
“Come here.” He motioned for me to sit in his lap, my legs around his waist, my breasts brushing up against his chest. I could feel him throbbing in his underwear now. We sat face to face for a second when he questioned, “How many orgasms have you had in one night?”
“O-one,” I stuttered. “I get so sensitive that I have to stop.”
“We’re going for three tonight.” He seemed determined, and I squirmed in his lap.
“I can’t do that.”
“We’ll see.” His eyes were on me when he turned the vibrator on and placed it between my legs.
“Oooh,” I moaned so loudly that I clapped my hand over my mouth, afraid the neighbor would hear me.
“Keep your eyes on me.” ?I had noticed that horny Remi was really bossy.
“I can’t,” I moaned, but I did it anyway. Making eye contact while naked and writhing felt so uncomfortably vulnerable for me. “I’m gonna come. Oh my God, you’re making me come!” I called out as a borderline aggressive orgasm hit me. I was now leaning back on Remi’s knees, my hips lifted in the air as the orgasm ripped through me, taking all of the strength out of my arms and legs.
“Oh, good girl, give it to me,” he crooned. Once I was done, he did not move the vibrator. My body felt like it was on fire.
“Remi, I can’t, I can’t.” I felt like I was going to cry. I was on a dopamine overload, and my body felt every little touch ten times over.
“You can. You can do it.” He turned the speed up, and I felt my toes curl. I was now sitting in his lap, my chest pressed against his, and our lips fused as I was licking my way into his mouth. I was soaking his hand; I could feel how slippery everything was. The second orgasm gave me no warning. It had no lead-up, it just hit me out of nowhere.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes and gripping Remi’s shoulders. “Ah, ah, ah, ah.”
“Breathe, babe,” he ordered. I took a deep breath and slowed my hips. I felt drunk. I was so sweaty too, so much for that shower.
“I can’t handle another one. I’m going to die,” I sobbed, kissing the side of his now prickly cheek.
“You can,” he said, moving the toy back in place on my clit. I jerked at how sensitive I was; my nerve endings were short-circuiting.
“Remi, don’t make me.” I was begging as my hips moved on their own accord. My whole body quivered in his lap.
“You are so stunning.” Remi took his other hand and pushed some hair out of my face. I could feel how flushed my face was, and I was certain my eyes looked crazy at this point. I must have had two orgasms in a span of ten minutes, but this next one was taking longer to get its grip on me.
“I’m taking too long,” I told him after a while of him moving the vibrator on me.
“I’ll go all night for you.” He would not give up. I wondered how an eighteen-year-old boy who grew up in the church knew how to give his brand new girlfriend multiple orgasms in a row. Remi dipped the tip of the toy into the mess I had made between my legs and then moved it back up to my clit. He made circular movements that had me sobbing his name. At the same time, getting to this place of pleasure had me feeling so beautiful and revered. It felt so sensual just noticing how hot it was to have his hand grip my hip, how gentle his lips were over my throat, and how good his tongue felt on my breast. I held his face there, reaching down to feel where his tongue was licking my beaded nipple. His mouth closed over my fingers together with my nipple, and he looked up at me.
“You. Taste. So. Good.,” he enunciated. “Give me some of it.”
In my frenzy, I couldn’t understand. He motioned to my pussy. “Give me some to taste.”
Holy fuck, he was so kinky. I couldn’t wrap my head around how I felt about it while my heart was going a million beats a minute. As my sweat was mixing with his, and my body was chasing it’s third orgasm, I slowed the movements of my hips and reached my hand down. I was literally pooling wetness. It had gone completely down both of my thighs and was soaking Remi’s underwear.
“Oh, oh my God,” I moaned. I got two of my fingers wet to the knuckle and brought them back up in between our mouths. He leaned in and licked up one side of my finger.
“Oh Jesus,” he moaned appreciatively. “You’re such a good girl for giving this to me.”
My pussy clenched at his words. I could feel the wave of an orgasm coming closer, and I began to move my body faster, saying things like, “Yes, yes, do it like that. Harder. Oh my God, this is so good. Ooooh, Remi.”
He kept eye contact while he put both of my wet fingers inside his mouth and sucked. My body was instantly in sensory overload again.
“Let go, honey. Let yourself get there.” He was holding a hand on my lower back now, helping my hips move against the vibrator. He was kissing me, talking to me in between kisses.
“I never imagined I could get so lucky. You are so hot. Yes, fuck my hand, baby. Fuck it. Oh yes, you’re making me so hot. Do you like it? Do you want to come again? Can you do it for me?”
I wanted to so badly, but I couldn’t quite get there. Suddenly, he bit the edge of my lip, giving me a pinch of pain, and then he licked it to soothe the bite.
“Be a good girl and come. Look how good you’re taking me.”
His words made me think of him actually fucking me and what that would look like, and that is what finally tipped me over the edge. The orgasm ripped from me, and it had me screaming and crying.
“Shh.” Remi held me tight against him as he removed the toy and shut it off. “Your neighbors are going to call the police.” He laughed huskily. I was limp, spent, and exhausted. Our bodies were stuck together with sweat. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
“I think you broke me,” I muttered against his chest.
“I hope so.” I felt his laughter under my cheek. I could feel his hard dick against my stomach.
“I want to help you…” I gestured to his erection. He shook his head, kissing my temple.
“You sleep, baby.” Remi pulled the blanket over me, and that was the last thing I remembered till I woke up the next morning. Alone.