Page 67 of Before Now

“Good girl,” I rasp, lips at her ear. “My cock’s not done with you yet.”

With the first swipe of my fingers through her slick center, a shiver works its way through her. I rub circles on her clit and adjust my arm that’s under her so I can palm her breast, barring her against my chest. She latches onto my arm and reaches back to grasp my hip. Her ass grinds on my erection through my sweatpants, and I mentally note to cockblock Felix and Christian from here to eternity.

I can’t take not feeling her skin on skin anymore.

I run my hand around between us and push her panties down her thighs and then work my sweats down to free my aching cock. A rough stroke smears precum and her wetness on my fingers over my shaft.

The need to fuck her is mind-numbing, but I don’t have any condoms in my bunk. It’s entirely her fault. She’s a witch with the magical ability of locking down my dick. Since she recast her spell, the only thing I’ve fucked is my hand. Can’t say I expected it to change with her sleeping on my bus.

On the edge of reason, I drag the head down the crack of her ass until I reach her thighs and push between them. She’s soaked, making it easy to glide through her pussy. Remi gasps, and her head lulls back when a different one connects with her clit. Nails sink into my flesh. A mark for a mark, I guess.

I draw back and thrust forward, earning another set of crescents dug into my forearm. They deepen while I slide back and forth, a grip on her hip. She makes a mess on my cock, allowing me to move smoothly without friction. Each stroke ends with me rubbing over her clit.

Her thighs clench when I tease her nipple, and a desperate sound spills out of her. My hand flies up and clasps over her mouth in time to catch another one.

Impeccable timing.

The bathroom door jerks open. Remi freezes, tensing at Felix’s footsteps coming down the aisle. I slow my hips, barely moving, but I don’t quit, continuing to fuck between her thighs and against her hot cunt at an excruciating pace.

He stops at his bunk to put away his coke. Inches from where her unsteady breaths heat the back of my hand. And I feel her pussy flooding my cock while he stands there. Fucking Christ.

While he unzips the inner pocket of the duffel he uses as his stash, my fingers loosen on her hip. I smooth my palm over the curve to her front, nudging my way between her clamped thighs until I brush her clit.

She squeezes the fuck out of my hand and dick as I start to rub, a low growl almost breaking out of my chest.

Another zip sounds, and then Felix walks away and through the curtain.

Thank. Fuck.

I thrust forward and add pressure with my fingers, pressing my mouth to her ear. “You’re fucking dripping, Rem. Did you want him to rip back the curtain? To catch you being a slut for me?” I rub faster, her hips rolling against me for more, and the vibration of a whimper kisses my palm. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? My little slut, in my bunk and about to come while I use your hot, sopping pussy to get off.”

She nods, panting through her nose.

“Dude,” Felix says not far from the big curtain.

Christian pauses his phone call to tell him, “You have the patience of a toddler.”

My teeth tug at her earlobe, making her shudder. “Come with them right there, baby. Show me how much you love it.”

Remi grasps my wrist for an anchor and shatters in my arms, so fucking breathtaking, succumbing to the pleasure. I can feel her fluttering over my shaft, and I’m desperate to cant my hips. To drive into her. Fuck her while she comes apart.

My palm muffles her moan while hopefully the curtain blocking us drowns the rest.

Her orgasm has a direct line to my balls, and the second her body goes lax, I pull my hand from between her legs and slip free, drenched in her cum. I stroke hard and fast, then smother a groan when my cock pulses in my fist. The first rope of cum decorates her ass. She whimpers into my palm while I paint the backs of her thighs with the rest. I was right about how incredible she’d look. I come harder watching my release drip down her skin than when I fuck anyone else.

When I have nothing left, my hand falls from her mouth. Our labored breaths quietly fill the bunk, but we’re the only sound. No talking. No walking. No audible signs of assholes anywhere to be found.

“Fuck,” I grunt, crashing my forehead onto her shoulder.

I only stay there a second. I grasp the side of Remi’s face, pulling her around, and kiss her. She tangles her fingers in my hair on a sigh, and my tongue finds hers as she lures me down, down, down. It stays hard and slow, hot and sweet.

Drawing back, I tuck my still semi-hard dick away and snag my shirt. I have to force myself to wipe the streaks of cum off my canvas.

New obsession unlocked.

After I toss it down, she rolls to her back, propping on her elbows. I crawl over her to get out but pause, hovering above her, and I lower my head so my nose touches to hers. “See how chivalrous I am? I ruined perfectly good art.”

She doesn’t risk talking yet but smiles. I kiss it before ducking through the curtain. I draw the other one to the side with the back of my hand, verifying the bus is empty.

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