Page 43 of Win You Over
Fucking.
Shit.
Wordlessly, I slip a hand into his hair, grip him tightly and guide his face to my covered cock. He nuzzles me through the fabric, sucking and moaning. The tighter I pull his hair, the wilder he becomes. My shorts are wet with his spit and though the scene is erotic as hell, I need more.
With one hand in his hair, I tug his head back, dark lust-filled eyes and a wicked grin meeting my gaze. With my other hand, I free myself from my shorts. Remington teases my tip, licking over it and twisting his tongue to wipe along the slit. I suck in a sharp breath when warm heat engulfs my head and he’s sucking and licking me from top to base, before taking me to the back of his throat.
My eyes close, white sparks igniting behind my eyelids, and I force them open, not wanting to miss the vision in front of me. Heat travels from the tips of my fingers and toes, coming to rest in my groin, before turning into an inferno.
Remington gags when he takes me too far, his throat constricting around the sensitive head of my cock.
“Remi,” I gasp. “I’m gonna…”
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he sucks on the head of my cock and gives one last twist, setting off a volcano of pleasure that pulses out of me. He swallows everything I give him, making obscene noises before he pulls back.
“I like it when you call me that.”
“Remi?”
He crawls up my body and kisses me. His kiss is salty and a little bitter and I guess I finally know what cum tastes like.
“Yeah, say it again.”
His hand moves into his shorts, and he jerks his cock while kissing me.
“Remi,” I mumble against his lips. “Show me what to do. How you like it,” I say.
“Anything you want,” he moans, rolling onto his side.
“Wrap your hand around my dick.” I do as he says. His cock is thick, thicker than mine, with a mushroom head and a prominent vein that pulses beneath my finger.
“Twist your hand.” I move my hand the way he was doing to me. The way I’ve done to myself plenty of times before.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop.” Remington moves his hips, thrusting into my hold.
“Holden…Holden...Holden…” He chants my name like a prayer.
“Bite me.” His eyes close and he throws his head back, exposing the long, luscious line of his neck to me. “Please baby, make it hurt.”
O-kay. This is new and unexpected.
My lips barely touch his skin as I drag them over his neck, peppering him with featherlight kisses.
“Bite me,” he demands.
Another gentle kiss.
“Holden,” he whines.
Kiss.
“Please, baby.” I could definitely get attached to making him beg.
Finally, I sink my teeth into his neck. He groans, deep and guttural, like a wild animal.
“Harder,” he rasps, and I increase the pressure of both my teeth and my hand.
Remington bucks his hips, his breath catching on the exhale as a hot splash of semen hits my hand.
