Chapter 24 Lainey
Lainey
Soft afternoon light is drifting through my bedroom windows when I open my eyes.
Rolling over, my whole body is blissfully sore, especially the hollow ache between my legs, reminding me of what happened this morning, that everything is different.
I look at the man responsible for the changes in my body and soul to see his eyes already on me, drinking in my sleepy, sex-hungover body.
I can’t help the grin that splits my face when I catch him looking at me so openly.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Beautiful,” Remington rumbles, leaning over and kissing me as if he’d been waiting patiently for me to wake up so he could do just that.
“Did you sleep? What time is it?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I only woke up a little while ago. It’s almost three.” Leaning back he hauls me to his hard chest, engulfing me in the strong comfort of his arms.
I run my fingers through the light dusting of his chest hair and sigh contentedly.
This is the first time Remington’s been in my bed.
All of our other sleepovers have been at his house.
It had been so hard in the previous weeks to not take things further.
To just be satisfied with kissing and cuddling, especially after how incredibly hot things were between us on his couch, lord it was nearly impossible.
But I’m so glad we didn’t rush and gave it more time, that he gave me more time.
What happened between us this morning was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
I’d only been with a couple people previously, including Brett, and my pleasure was never a priority.
I always felt like sex was take it or leave it, not very necessary, and that passion you read about was exactly that—fiction.
Remington proves that all wrong.
He has passion and definitely knows how to pleasure me.
I try really, really hard not to think about why he is so good at it, how he got so good at it.
Green vines of jealousy rapidly twist their way up my spine, and I quickly remind myself that he is here with me in my bed.
I also don’t think that the connection we feel, the flames that engulf my very soul when he touches me, are something that just happens to anyone and everyone.
This is special, this is life-altering, and I am so worried I am going to say the wrong thing and ruin it.
Remington’s deep, sexy voice pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. “We should probably get up and eat something, but I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then don’t.” I snuggle deeper into the bed and run kisses down his chest.
“Lainey.” A pained rumble vibrates under my lips. “I need to take care of my woman, I need you to eat and have some water. You are also probably sore, and you doing that is making me want to flip you over and do very dirty things, which won’t help with that.”
I suck in a breath and instantly feel wetness pooling between my legs imagining it.
Yes, please.
But I also know that he is trying to switch into that caretaker role that he takes very seriously, so I let him.
“Okay, I agree to eating some food, but only because you need to eat, too. And only if you pinky swear that we can come back here after and you do that whole ‘flip me over and do dirty things’ thing to me . . .” I prop myself up on an elbow, letting the sheet slip down, trying to give him a look that is innocent.
I hold up my hand and stick out my pinky finger to him.
Remington groans and bites his lip, running a hand over his lower body.
“You are killing me, baby.” He slips his pinky around mine, kissing it.
I giggle and roll off the bed to find clothes, putting back on his stolen T-shirt and rummaging for a different pair of shorts.
I can feel the hot, lingering gaze coming from the bed with every move I make.
Turning around I say, “Come on, let’s order takeout so we don’t have to cook or go anywhere.”
“I like that plan a lot.” Remington gets up, and I might be just as distracted and turned on watching him re-dress as I am watching him undress. We need to hurry the hell up and get some calories in the both of us so we can get back to this room as fast as possible.
“Remington, we are going to be late to meet the girls if you don’t let me get in the shower to get ready.
” I try to loosen his arms and get out of bed.
We spent the night wrapped in each other's arms and had mind-blowing, sweaty, toe-curling sex this morning. I can’t believe that my body is already aching for more.
I don’t think I will ever get enough of Remington or the way he touches me, makes me feel seen and sexy for the first time in my life.
I am discovering a whole new side of myself with him, and I know it’s only the beginning.
“Let’s shower then,” he says, whipping the bedding back in a cold rush. Remington scoops me up in a bridal carry and walks us to the bathroom.
“I am capable of walking, you know?” I snicker as he sets me down and turns on the shower.
“I distinctly remember you telling me that I ‘turned your legs to complete Jell-O’ after the last two orgasms I gave you this morning. So I was just helping you out, baby,” Remington says with the most proud, male smile.
“Oh my gosh, you are sooo cocky, aren’t you?” I jest.
“Damn right,” he says, glancing down at himself and his thickening length.
“And Every. Single. Inch. belongs to you,” he says, kissing me between words.
The kind, caring, sweet side of Remington is one thing.
But when he flips this switch to a little bit cocky, take control, with stupidly sexy confidence?
I might as well just pour myself right down that drain with the shower water.
All I can do in response is bite my lip and moan.
We step into the warm shower spray where our kisses become just as steamy as the air around us. Remington pushes me up against the tile wall, and I gasp at the coldness against my skin. His hot body presses to my front and I melt into him, relishing in the opposite temperature.
He lifts me easily and I grind my hips against him, feeling how hard, how ready to take me again he already is. I want him too, but I am extremely sore from everything we did yesterday and this morning. Remington grinds onto my sensitive clit, and I suck in a breath, not being able to handle it.
I push him back a bit so I can explore his body better, something I haven’t been able to do enough of yet.
Running my fingers down the ridges of his abs, I look deep into his honey-soaked eyes that are about to eat me alive with desire.
I bite my lip, and I finally wrap my hand around his impossibly long, thick cock.
“Lainey.” He grunts and thrusts forward—smooth, silky perfection sliding through my hand as water pours over our bodies.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him. “But, but I’m not very good at this,” I admit with reluctance.
Pleasing Remington and sharing this kind of intimacy is something I desperately want but don’t have very much positive experience in.
I have given blow jobs to exactly two people.
My college boyfriend once, which happened when we were sloppily drunk, and then a couple times with Brett.
He demanded that I try, even saying I “owed it to him” on his birthday.
I was not turned on in the slightest, but being the people pleaser I am, instead of telling him to suck it himself, I did it.
When it was over, I felt nothing but shame, especially when he told me that I wasn’t any good at it.
“Baby, I am about to come just from having your hands on me. Anything you do with that sexy mouth of yours will be fucking heaven.” Remington reassuringly runs his thumb along my jawline. I kiss him one more time, then get on my knees.
Licking the tip, I taste the salt of his skin mixed with precum and can’t stop the hum reverberating from my chest as I suck him into my mouth. I can hear Remington muttering curse words under his breath, trying to hold still and let me explore. I pull him in deeper and he groans, fisting my hair.
Yes, more of that. I want him to use me, to take control.
Gripping what I can’t fit in my mouth, I work my hand and lips in tandem.
My tongue glides along the throbbing veins of the thick cock filling my mouth.
I never thought I would like doing this, or even want to do this again, but I am so turned on right now that I can feel my own wetness starting to drip down my thigh.
I rub my legs together, trying to get some relief.
Remington notices and says, “Yes, baby. You are such a good girl on your knees for me, sucking my dick. Is this turning you on, Lainey?”
I pop him out of my mouth, breathing in a deep lungful of air, eyes on his and say, “Yes, sir.”
Remington growls and tugs me back toward his cock, which I hungrily take back into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him back as far as I can. When he hits the back of my throat I gag, and he immediately pulls out. “Are you okay?” he asks, that caretaker side of himself peeking through.
“Yes, Remington. Please. Use me.” I look up at him, begging him with my willing eyes.
His own eyes flicker with something unrecognizable and undeniably hot.
“Fuck your fingers while I fuck your mouth then, Lainey. Be a good girl and come for me.” I nod as he shoves himself back in deep, giving me what I asked for, pumping in and out of me, making drool slip from the corners of my mouth.
I reach for my dripping wet center and moan when my fingers dip inside.
I am so close it only takes a few deep pumps of my fingers and circling of my tender clit.
I am an explosion of lust and fire and newness.
Remington is right there with me and says, “I’m coming, baby.
” And with a roar, he releases everything he has left in him down my waiting throat.