Page 25 of Bad Boy
I’ll get a boner if he touches me with his bare hands. There’s no stopping it. Like the leaves change and snow falls, this is inevitable. It’s going to happen.
One glance down, and he’ll seeeverything.
Do I want him to?
Oh, God. I think I want him to.
His touch causes a dual sensation—pleasure and pain warring within me. And the feeling is. . .euphoric.
He moves his hand in a circular motion all over my chest, brushing against my nipples before moving south to my stomach. All the while maintaining eye contact with me.
I forget every cut, scrape, and abrasion while he takes care of me. I forget the bullies. I forget the pain—mental and physical—and just feel his touch instead.Relish it.I close my eyes, my raging hard-on pulsing with need.
All too soon, his hand disappears, and then I’m gritting my teeth as the water washes away this afternoon’s unsavory events.
“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.”
I spin around automatically, not caring if he decides to check out my butt. Remi repeats the process, cleaning my back but never going lower. And then his fingers are massaging my scalp and washing my hair. It feels incredible; the moans slipping from my lips are mortifying yet involuntary.
My breathing picks up. “Remi—” I whine, not a clue as to what I’m saying, what I’m asking. All I know is that I’ve never been so hard in my life. And there’s an amazing, kind, sexy boy standing in his underwear behind me. Taking such gentle care of me. Like no one ever has.
“Remi.” The whispering echo escapes my lips before I can even think twice.
He finishes rinsing my hair and grips my shoulders, turning me to face him. His dark eyes, so deep and mysterious, flit back and forth between mine. “What are you asking for, Preppy?” His voice is low and seductive.
I swallow hard and gather the courage to purposefully look from my aching erection to his. He’s hard, too. The wet fabric clings to him, showing off every bulge and ridge. And. . .
Hislength.
I’m so horny, and I just need to feel something else.Anything else.
“Yeah?” he asks, sounding a little unsure.
My tongue darts out to lick the water droplets from my bottom lip, and his half-lidded eyes track the movement.
I nod quickly, becoming impatient. I so desperately need to come. I want him to touch me more.Lower.I need to forget about everything that happened this afternoon. I need to focus on this new,goodthing in my life. This whirlwind. This boy.
Remington Michaels.
“Fuuuck.You are so goddamn hot.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and peruses my naked body, eyes lingering on my cock, which jumps from the attention. His heated gaze darts back to mine. “I am definitely one hundred percent here to experiment with you, Preppy. But you’re injured and. . .”
I have no idea where this newfound bravery has come from, but I silence his concerns when I step forward and press my lips to his. Remi wastes no time and reaches down, grasping my hard length and squeezing tightly.
Every single nerve ending in my brain fires. Electrical impulses travel through my body, alighting me in ways I’ve never felt before. He licks into my mouth, owning me with his kisses, and alternates between stroking me fast and torturously slow.
Remi peels his lips from mine, lightly trailing his fingers up and down my shaft and around my swollen head, teasing me. My breathing is embarrassingly loud—these new sensations and emotions blotting out the bad.
“I jerked off to you last night in my bathroom,” Remi whispers. “Came all over my sink to the filthiest thoughts of everything I wanna do to you, Preppy. Look down. Watch my hand stroke your cock. You need to come, don’t you? You look like you’re about to explode.”
Good grief.
His dirty words tip me over the edge, and I squeeze my eyes shut, coming with a strangled shout as my orgasm tears through me. Load after load of jizz spurts out of my dick, landing all over Remi’s hand and boxers.
I drop my head to his shoulder, panting heavily.
Holy cow. Remi just made me come.
My brain short-circuits.
