Page 91 of Win You Over
“You’ll have to sit and listen to Prof. Hottie talk about British poets, knowing you’re full of my cum. I bet you’ll be hard and so fucking horny. You’ll want to leave and take care of it yourself, but I won’t let you, because you only come when I say you can.”
I whine. My breath hitching as I say his name on a plea. I don’t know what I’m asking for, I only know he’ll give it to me.
“Then you’ll be the needy one.”
He increases the speed and pressure of his hips while simultaneously kissing me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I let him in. Let him dominate me as he works my body closer and closer to the inevitable crescendo.
“Finally, I’d pull you out of that class, bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you with only my cum for lube. And then, baby? Then, you’ll,” he pauses, putting emphasis on his next words, “come for me.”
My mind blanks as pleasure zips through me, my orgasm barrelling out, and I moan unintelligible words and his name. My nails dig deeper into his skin as I hold on tighter, my cock spurting more and more reams of cum between us.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Remington growls, pulling up and watching as his cock erupts, our cum mixing together on my pelvis. His eyes are trained on the evidence of our pleasure, his hand smoothing it into my skin and it’s only when he brushes over my now sensitive dick and I shudder does he look up, a radiant smile pasted on his beautiful face.
He flops onto his side, his arm wrapping over my stomach.
“I love you,” he whispers. “I’m glad I was right.”
I scoff. “About?”
“Winning.”
I roll onto my side so we’re face to face.
“You can’t win everything, my love. No matter how hard you try.”
He shrugs one shoulder.
“I know. But I have won the most important thing.”
“And that is?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Remi leans forward, and I taste his smile when he presses his lips to mine.
“You.”
Epilogue
Remington
Two Months Later
“You’ve got this, baby.” I grip both of Holden’s shoulders, giving him a shake, and then lean in and brush my lips across his sweaty cheek. He’s already won his first fight, leaving him with a small gash on his eyebrow and a bruise blossoming on his jaw. He’s tied his hair back and off his neck and he’s wearing black shorts and a black tank. When he lifts his arm to brush an escaped strand of hair from hisface, I get a glimpse of the hand-drawn bee tattoo on the inside of his arm.
My eyes flit to my forearm where I have a similar tattoo inked into my skin.
Over his shoulder, I see Theo approach. He’s flustered, his hair is an unruly mess of red and his tee is crinkled like he’s been sleeping in it.
“Sorry I’m late.” Theo gives his friend a hug and then hands him a bottle of water.
“It’s okay,” Holden replies quietly, opening the bottle and taking a swig.
The ring announcer calls his name for the second time tonight, and the name of his opponent, and I palm his cheeks and bring our foreheads together.
“You can win this, Hold. You’re the best fighter here.” I bite my lip, and Holden chuckles, knowing well enough what I’m about to add. “Now that I’m out of the running.”
Holden rolls his eyes in that way that makes my heart flutter, and next to me, Theo groans.
“What? Undefeated, remember?” I remark, letting go of Holden and facing his friend.
