Page 28 of Bad Boy
It always works. Mention studying, and I can usually slip out of any unwanted social interaction.
My dad sticks his hand out and approaches Remi on our way back upstairs. “It was great to meet you, Remi. Snafus aside.”
I internally groan.
Snafus?
Remi grasps his hand and shakes it, squeezing a little too hard if I go by the grimace on my father’s face.
“Sure thing, Bobby,” Remi responds with a straight face.
I know for a fact that my father hates being called Bob, so I can’t imagine how he feels aboutBobby. We don’t wait around to find out and head upstairs.
* * *
“I’m thirsty, but I don’t wanna go back down there. My parents are drainin’, and I don’t have the energy right now,” I say with a whine.
Remi uncaps his water bottle and takes a huge swig, then passes it over.
I stare at the top, unsure.
“We made out yesterday. And I jerked off with your cum today,” Remi deadpans. “I think you can manage drinking after me, Preppy.”
My face heats, feeling impossibly hot.
He’s not wrong.
I grab the water bottle from his outstretched hand and seal my lips to it, downing half of what’s left before placing it on my nightstand.
I glance over at Remi, lounging against my headboard and grinning.
“Not too gross? Better than dehydration, at least. Right?” he teases, with that dazzling smile of his. And without thinking, I grab the pillow from my lap and smack him with it. He grabs on and tries to wrestle it from my grasp, taking me down. A carefree laugh bursts from my mouth.
Remi pries the pillow from my grip and tosses it to the ground, pinning my wrists above my head, avoiding my torso and the scrapes. He stares down at me, dark eyes intense as always.
“About what happened earlier in the shower.”
I swallow thickly. My tongue feels too big for my mouth.
Does he regret it?
“I really fucking liked it, and I wanna do it more. So, I was thinking. . .friends with benefits?”
My heart starts to beat faster, my chest visibly rising, and I quickly respond before I can change my mind.
“O-okay. Yes.”
“We can experiment. Try different things. It’ll help us figure out what we like. What we don’t. But I doubt there’s anything I wouldn’t like to do with you, Preppy.”
His eyes look between mine, and he whispers, “Can I kiss you?”
I can only nod and allow him to lean down and press his plush lips to mine. He lets go of my wrists and cradles my face between his rough palms as if I’m something precious to him. Careful not to bump the little bandage under my chin, the tender touch causes a flutter in my heart that travels south to my dick, plumping it up. I thrust my hips into the air. Hornyagain.
Remi kisses me harder, angling his head and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. His kisses are so possessive, so powerful, owning my entire mouth.
He pulls back before we get carried away, which is something we seem to do judging by the shower scene not even two hours ago. I honestly don’t know what's come over me. Maybe I’ve just been so repressed, and now that I finally have someone to break me out of my shell, or mycage, I’m just all in.
No holding back.
