Page 84 of Bad Boy
Soft kisses trail down my body, licking and biting at my nipples, making me squirm.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum.
He sucks one into his mouth, and my hips flex, cock pulsing.
“Ooooh,” I moan wantonly. I never knew having my nipples sucked could feel so good.
“Fuck. You’re sexy,” Remi whispers, hot breath ghosting across my sensitive flesh, his words empowering me.
Remi continues with his trail of kisses until he reaches my underwear. I lift my hips, and he slips them off, wasting no time dragging his tongue up my cock. He swirls it around my crown, teasing me before swallowing me to the hilt and holding his mouth there for a few seconds.
I’m on edge. Ready to explode.
Remi pulls off with a loud pop, and I whimper, breaths heaving. “I was. . . about. . . to. . . come.”
“I know,” he says mischievously. “Now get on your hands and knees, and tip your ass up for me. I need to work you open really good. It’s gonna be a tight fit.” His grin is wicked, but his eyes are full of something much deeper. Something I think I feel, too.
I swallow thickly at his dirty words and roll over, peering over my shoulder with half-lidded eyes. I’m ready for more butt stuff.
I trust him.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
REMI
“Arch your back and stick your ass out. I wanna see that untouched hole.”
He hangs his head and groans out my name. I’m sure his face is as red as his hair, but he obeys, spreading his legs more. I get the sexiest view of his tiny pink hole, begging me to open it up.
I climb between his thighs, squeezing his cheeks and spreading them apart. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue across him, and he jolts.
“Oh, hell.W-what was that?” he mumbles into the pillow, pushing his ass toward me, asking for more.
“My tongue, Preppy. Now just relax and let me get you ready for my cock.”
He nods his head, his body visibly slouching. I lick him again, running my tongue along his taint, then back to his hole, where I circle his tight pucker, softening him up. I apply pressure, spreading him with my thumbs until the tip of my tongue slips in.
“Yesss,” he cries in pleasure. Legs shaking, he holds still as I continue to fuck him with my tongue until he can’t take it anymore and starts to rock his hips.
I decide to let him come before I fuck him, so I slip my tongue out, reach around and grasp his cock. It doesn’t take more than two pumps before he’s spilling all over my hand and the sheets below.
I sit back on my haunches, inspecting his slightly open hole. “You’ve loosened up. I’m gonna keep going, okay?”
He hums his consent, wiggling his ass for me. I chuckle, giving it a playful smack. I gently press down on the middle of his back. “Stay on your forearms, but keep your ass in the air for me, baby. I’m gonna stretch you open more.”
Using his own cum, I circle his hole. He’s soft and relaxed from my tongue, so I easily push into him. His moans are unrestrained, lustful sighs that light my fucking insides on fire.
Goddamn, he is fucking sexy. He doesn’t have a clue.
His asshole clenches around my finger, so I add another, wanting to feel the pressure of him squeezing me. He easily accommodates another digit and moves against me, rocking himself back on my fingers.
“That’s it. Ride my fingers. Keep fucking yourself, Linc.”
I keep my fingers in his ass while I lean over and rummage around his bedside drawer for the small bottle of lube I put there.
I squirt an unnecessarily large amount over his hole and slip another digit in, stretching him wider. He cries out, legs trembling.
