Page 90 of Win You Over
“But I’ll get all needy,” he full on whines, pushing out of my arms and throwing himself dramatically on the bed.
“You’re always needy.” I climb over him, and he spins us, his big body pressing me into the mattress.
“I was thinking,” Remi says.
“Did it hurt?”
He laughs, his fingers sliding under my t-shirt and dancing along my ribs. I flinch, curling to the side in anticipation. His hand continues its journey upwards until his finger traces the areola around my nipple.
When he tugs at the tender bud, my dick thickens behind my jeans, the zipper uncomfortable against the soft flesh.
“Very funny, pretty boy.” His lips press against mine, before he pulls up again. “What do you think about matching tattoos?”
Remington slides his leg between mine, pressing his thigh against my erection. I groan, bending my neck back and welcoming the bite he places there.
“I like the idea,” I say, already panting.
“Good.”
He peppers my neck with kisses before his lips find the side of my mouth.
“And what are your thoughts on butt plugs?”
He tightens his hold on my nipple, and I hiss, thrusting my hips up in a search for friction.
“Jesus, Remi, one idea at a time, okay?”
His hand skates down my stomach, the muscles contracting with the action before he’s deftly unbuttoning my jeans and sliding his hand in.
Remington’s eyes widen when he finds I’ve gone commando, my dick falling hot and heavy in his hand.
I try to shrug like it’s nothing, but his eyes darken, and he licks his lips.
“You’ve been like this all day?”
I nod. “I thought it would be sexy.”
“Fuck, baby. Itissexy.” He nuzzles his nose against my neck, his hand working up and down my shaft in sure, steady movements.
My own hands find the waistband of his athletic shorts and I push them down, along with his jockstrap.
Remington pushes up, his cock falling next to mine. With his eyes on me, he spits, the liquid landing on my dick. He wipes it over both of us, then lies back on top of me, trapping us between our bodies.
He starts moving, his hips grinding against mine, and I do the same, matching his rhythm as my arms wrap around his back and pull him closer.
“Tell me your idea,” I rasp into his ear. Pleasure builds, a warmth spreading in my groin as we rub ourselves off on each other. Precum, his or mine, drips onto my cock, the liquid warm and easing the glide.
“I’ll buy you a pretty blue plug. Stretch you out so good.”
“Hmm,” I mumble my mind trying to focus on the picture he’s painting while being drawn to the incredible friction on my dick.
“And then, I’ll fuck you. Fill you with my cum.”
Remington’s lips kiss a line along my jaw before meeting mine.
“Then I’ll plug up your hole and leave you stuffed full all day.”
I dig my nails into his back and his hips pick up speed, frotting harder and faster.
