Page 77 of Out Of Time

“Blow job?” she asked, yet again, but this time it wasn’t a joke.

“Yes, please.”

Remi shot up from the sand, gripping his hands in hers as she helped him to his feet before she took off running towards his house.

“Wait, the donuts,” he called after her. She swung around and ran back to grab them without missing a beat, the smile on her face wild and playful.

“Let’s go,” she said with the pink box tucked under her arm, the poor donuts didn’t stand a chance, “We haveyesshit to do.”

They ran all the way to his house, a trail of heavy footprints in the sand leading them there.

The second they entered through the back door Remi was on him in the most beautiful way. Her hands slipped under the hem of his t-shirt, pushing it up his body, her mouth following the happy trail of red hair that led to his chest as she lifted his shirt over his head. Her mouth was wild on his. Heavy, hot kisses pressed against the muscles of his chest before she moved to his ribs, kissing the tattooed tally marks.

She looked up at him through hooded eyes. “No more losses. Just wins,” she said.

Yes, this was definitely a win; this woman here with him, her mouth on him, hands fumbling to unbutton his jeans.

His dick begged to be free, and his brain was far too scrambled with anticipation to do anything but watch as his pants came undone. She pushed them down with rushed hands before they got caught on his thick thighs, a goalie blessing and curse. While he took over undressing himself, Remi wasted no time getting to work on her own clothes. In one swift movement, her shirt came off, leaving only a thin lacy bralette underneath cupping her small, beautiful breasts, the deep pink of her nipple showing through the delicate pale blue fabric. She pulled the bralette off next, exposing her breasts, her body gloriously on display in front of him.

Before she could remove any more clothing, Max pulled her into his naked body, and in one swift movement, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. A scream of laughter escaped her as he began to carry her to his room; her ass only covered by a matching pair of lacy blue panties sat gloriously close to his face. He couldn’t help but press his mouth to it and playfully bite her, panties and all.

“Max Miller put me down,” she cried out, laughter still carrying through her every word.

“No way. My brain saidcarry this woman to your bed, and my heart said,yes, absolutely do that. And we’re doing yes shit, are we not?” he asked.

“We are,” she agreed through fits of laughter.

“Then I think this is afuckyes.”

They made it to his room, Remi still squirming in his arms as he flung her onto his bed gently before falling to his knees before her, gripping her ankles and yanking her down to the edge of the mattress.

“Ummm, this is not what a blow job looks like, Mr. Miller,” she said as he pulled the pale blue lace from her body in one swift motion before bringing a finger to her nose, tapping it three times.

“Ding-ding-ding,” he said, making Remi laugh at him stealing her signature move. “This is a taste test,” he said nonchalantly.

Remi laughed and watched as he trailed kisses down her body, pausing to pull her nipple into his mouth. “A taste test?” she asked incredulously.

“Yeah, trying to figure out what I like more, maple bars, or your come all over my face.”

This made her chest blush and her smile fade into something sexy and needy. “Max Miller,” she moaned as he sucked on her sensitive nipple, “and you said you weren’t good with words.”

“I’m not good with words, but I’m great with my mouth.”

He fell between her legs, pushing them wide open as he knelt before her. The bright red of his hair glowed against the warm tones of her tanned skin as he pressed his nose along the entrance of her sex, causing a giggle to escape her.

“Your beard,” she said.

“Tickle?” he asked.

“Mmmmhmmm,” she moaned as he nuzzled his face against her inner thigh before bringing his mouth down to kiss her there. “This was not what I had in mind,” she said.

“I can stop,” he offered, looking up from between her legs.

Remi sat up on her elbows and looked down at him, a wild smile on her face. “No, no, finish what you started, by all means. No one likes a quitter,” she teased, and immediately after she said it—quitter—she felt her stomach drop as he recoiled away from her.

It all happened so fast, the mood shifting all around them in the blink of an eye. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him a moment of vulnerability, allowing him to hide his face away from her gaze.

“Max, I’m sorry. I need to choose my words more wisely. I know that. I was just being snarky, and you were so sexy, and it was just so playful. I didn’t stop to think.” She paused, going silent, and she hated that she had ruined this moment.

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