Page 57 of Bad Boy
We leave the music blaring, water bubbling, and our drinks melting as we jump out of the hot tub in a rush to take this to the bedroom.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
REMI
Water drips everywhere as we kiss and stumble inside, slipping on the hardwood floor. I nearly faceplant, both of us laughing as we attempt to climb the steep stairs to the loft. We strip our wet underwear off and fall on the bed in a tangle of limbs and sloppy kisses. I’m so fucking hard and so fucking ready to take this further.
Here, in the privacy of our own cabin, we canreallyget to know each other.
“I’m going to finger your ass now, Preppy.”
“Oh God,” he whimpers, his mismatched gaze soft and hazy. The innocent look has my balls fucking aching.
“Lie on your back. Bend your knees and spread your legs.” Shame and desire war in his eyes, but he scrambles to obey. I settle on my stomach between his legs, unable to deny myself the clear bead of precum oozing out of his slit. I lap it up with one long lick, and Lincoln groans, fisting the rumpled bed sheets we left unmade this morning.
He stares down at me, and I meet his gaze. His beautiful dick twitches between us, vying for my attention. I keep my eyes locked on Linc as I continue to lick and suck at his cock while he whimpers and moans. Pulling at the sheets. Tugging at his hair. This boy is losing his goddamn mind, and I’m the one doing it to him. Pride swells inside me.
I suck hard, pulling off with a pop and causing an adorable squeak to escape his lips. He’s panting and desperate at this point, so I don’t take long when I wrench the side drawer open and grab the small bottle of lube.
Squirting a generous amount onto my fingers, I settle on my heels between his legs. I’ve never done this to someone else before, only myself. But I like to think I know what I’m doing. My dick is so hard, and I reach down, giving it a tug.
“I want you to relax, Linc. Okay?”
He nods enthusiastically, biting his lip as he peers at me from behind his cute-as-fuck glasses.
“Like, really relax,” I say, rubbing the soft, barely-there hair on his leg. “Because this is gonna feel kinda weird at first. But then it’ll feel really,reallygood. Just trust me.”
He inhales a deep breath, and I take that as my cue to push one finger into his tight asshole, causing him to close his eyes and whimper.
Fuuuck. He’s so tight and hot. The way his ass squeezes just one single digit, I can’t even imagine how it would feel gripping my dick. I start to fuck him slowly with my finger, making sure not to touch his sweet spot yet.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” I croon, encouraging him before I slip a second finger in. He spreads his legs wider, throwing his head back and moaning wantonly while he rocks his hips, humping the air. His arms are plastered to the bed, fingers spread, palms flat like he’s trying to prevent his mind, body, and soul from floating away. His dick stands straight up, leaking more precum. I can’t help myself and lean down, swiping it up with my tongue just to toy with him.
A few pumps later, I curve my fingers, grazing his prostate and lighting him up. He immediately cries out, his hole clenching tightly around my fingers.
“Fuck!” he shouts, and a sly grin warps my lips.
Mission accomplished.
But I’m too hard, too worked up, to point out that he indeed just said “fuck” while in the throes of passion. Just like I said he would.
“Wh-what is that?” he chokes out while I continue to nail him with every thrust of my fingers. It’s torture not to have my cock in his tight hole right now, but I know he’s not ready. Especially formydick.
I push one of his bent knees even further up with my free hand while I better acquaint him with his prostate.
“Ungh!Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!” He’s whimpering and whining and thrashing around on the sheets.
Holy shit, this is sexy.
Idefinitelydon’t stop.
Sweat beads on my forehead and trickles down my temple until it soaks into the already damp hair curling there.
“Fuck me, Remi. Oh, God. Fuck me.Pleeease. I need your cock.” He’s nearly in tears, pulling at his hair while his eyes plead with mine.
I never slow the pace of my fingers.
“Preppy,” I say, gritting my teeth. “I want to so bad, but you’re not ready. You can’t go from fingers to dick in the same day,” I try to explain to him.
