Page 126 of The Heat of Us

“I have an idea, if you’re open to it.” Remy seemed quietly hopeful as he kissed my hand quickly. “If you want to stop, we stop. And goes without saying that nothing gets uploaded unless you’re 100% ok with it.”

I hated to disappoint him. “I appreciate you wanting to try but it might not work.”

“That’s ok, too,” he said, undeterred. “Are you up for it now?”

Anything was better than wallowing in thoughts of my mother.

“Yes. I-I trust you.”

His answering smile made me feel golden inside. We were the only ones at home but Remy didn’t let me in on his plans just yet. Instead he kissed me, gentle little presses of his lips on mine. Every now and then he would tuck my fallen strands of hair behind my ear or stroke my chin with his thumb. It took forever for us to fall back onto the cushions.

This was nothing like the way we usually started our filming sessions. His hardness and my slick arousal were completely secondary to our affectionate touches. The connection between us built and built, twin flames set alight.

“Give me one second,” Remy said eventually. “I’ll be back.”

I wanted his weight back on me the moment he got up.

“I hired these when I got the idea.” He returned with a couple of folded up tripods and a hard black equipment case. “If we do this in the future, it’ll probably be easier to just pretend and read scripts, though. But where’s the fun in that?”

The latches on the case clacked loudly as he opened it. Three microphones lay protectively in the foam inside.

Remy unspooled the largest one and set it up on the table. The other two are placed on the stands. Once he was done, I was certain whatever sounds we were about to make on that couch would be thoroughly captured.

He switched them all on one by one and instructed me to say something so he could check the audio levels.

I looked him straight in the eye. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Competency kink was a thing, right? Something about watching him spread those tripod legs made me want to spread my legs.

He grinned. “Glad you finally see the light.”

Remy rejoined me on the couch and pulled me into his lap. “No cameras,” he said.

“No cameras,” I repeated.

“Just you and me. No one sees anything.” His hands slid down my back and cupped the ample cheeks. “But they sure as hell are going to hear me take this ass for the first time.”

I gasped.

There was a deep, seismic shift in the energy of the room. All his soft kisses and sweet words fell away as he put on his mantle of Ryder Hard.

And fuck if I didn’t want to be a good little omega and please him.

“I said I would one day, didn’t I?” Remy said lightly, indicating for me to stand up. One rough movement and my leggings and panties were down by my knees. I kicked them off as quickly as I could and he resettled me on his thighs. “I told you there wasn’t going to be a single part of you that wouldn’t know the feel of my cum. We both know I’ve knotted your sweet pussy and that you love the taste of me on your tongue.”

I cried out as he spanked my bare ass. The sound was sharp, reverberating right up to the mics. “Now I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole and make it mine,” Remy promised me darkly.

“Yes,” I hissed. Should I be louder? “Yes,” I repeated, clearer this time. “I need it.”

“What do you need?”

“Your cock. Stretching and filling my ass.” His finger inched lower and I whimpered.

“And what else?”

Saying everything I wanted him to do to me out loud was cracking something open in my psyche. Ask for what you want. Take what you want. Remy had been the one to initiate this but everything he was about to do was because of me.

I rose up on my knees, pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra, tossing it aside. His eyes burned hot into my naked form and he groaned when I resettled myself on him, my breasts resting delicately against his face.

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