Page 116 of Bad Boy
We slip out of the rest of our clothes, and Remi grabs the bottle of lube from his bedside table. I bend my legs and spread them further apart in anticipation.
“I need you to be quiet this time. If the RA comes banging on the door again while I’m nutting, I might punch him in the face. With my dick out.”
I giggle at the memory of the most awkwardly timed orgasm in history. Remembering Remi’s strained “O” face while Tommy, the annoying RA, banged on our door has me laughing even harder.
“Don’t laugh at me when I’m about to have my dick up your ass, Preppy,” he teases with a half-grin.
His cool, slick fingers caress my hole, and my laugh immediately dies out with a moan. He presses one, then two inside of me, and I’m humping against them, trying to get him deeper.
“Need you,” I moan.
“I know, baby. Almost there.” His intense gaze locks onto my face as he savors my every reaction.
He adds a third finger, and then he’s twisting them, stretching me open, and it feels so freakin’ good.
My needy, desperate-sounding pants should be embarrassing, but they only spur Remi on, pushing me higher. He thrusts harder, pumping his fingers in and out of me, but it’s not enough.
“Need you inside me. Please, Remi,” I moan unabashedly. “Want your cock.”
He slips his fingers out and scoops me up under my butt, lifting me before I even have a chance to cry out at the emptiness.
“Hook your legs over my shoulders,” he rasps out, and I obey.
He squirts more lube into his hand, stroking his length before lining up with my hole. Remi presses forward, practically folding me in half, his cock slowly sliding in and stretching my body to its limits. We groan in unison, my cock dripping and my balls drawing up tight.
He pauses for a second, letting me adjust before he’s drilling into me, hips working like a piston.
“So. Perfectly. Tight,” Remi grunts out between hard thrusts.
“More,” I whisper. Wanting it all. Wanting his cock as deep as it can go. Wanting tofeelour connection. Our love.
He lifts my hips higher and adjusts his position, angling his thrusts just right until he completely bottoms out. He pauses there, keeping me filled up.
I cry out, unable to contain my sounds of pleasure. My legs are a quivering, shaking mess. My chest heaves, lungs working overtime at the exquisite pressure against my prostate.
“Shh. Baby. You gotta be quiet,” Remi gasps. “Fuck.Goddamn,you’re tight.”
He’s so far inside my guts I can taste him. His length pulses as he grinds his pelvis against my butt, rubbing the coarse hair nestled around the base of his cock against my sensitive rim.
“It’s so deep. You’re so deep. So big—”
He pulls out and slams forward.
Again. And again. And again.
“Ungh! Ohmyfuckingfuck!”
I curl my hands into the bed sheets as Remi leans forward even further, grabbing hold of the headboard and grunting with his effort to fuck me as hard and deep as he possibly can. Giving me everything I asked for.Begged for.
I whimper as my eyes roll into the back of my head, and I just lie here, folded in half,taking it. Takingeverythinghe gives me because he lights me up, steals my breath, and completes my soul. He’s it for me. My forever.
I don’t even need him to touch me. The moment I feel his hot cum spurt into me, his cock pulsing, I’m flying. Soaring past the sun and the moon and the stars. Maybe even to another dimension.
My cock is still twitching with aftershocks when Remi pulls out, lowering my trembling legs to the bed. He collapses next to me, chest heaving, just like mine. Both of us are covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Good grief, that was intense.
I roll over, tucking my hands under my cheek, staring at his strong profile. “I love you, Remi. So fuckin’ much,” I curse, just because I know he likes it.
