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“No buts. I want to be with you. It’s as simple as that.”
Butterflies flitter in my stomach, a feral mix of fear and excitement. If only it were that easy. I twist the stem of the flower between my fingers.
“What about Finn? And the rest of your friends?”
Remi sighs. “Finn will come around. I’ve told you before, he really isn’t a bad guy.”
My excitement recedes at his words. Remington will always wear blinders where Finn is concerned.
“Have you spoken to him lately?”
Remi shrugs. “We’ve sent a few messages back and forth. He’s fine. I promise, it’ll all work out.”
“I guess we’ll see,” I reply, my shoulders slumping. Maybe my time with thisrealRemington is coming to an end. Why does that thought hurt so fucking much?
Chapter 24
Remington
“What do you have there, baby?” I ask Holden, as he walks out of the ensuite, his hand behind his back and a wicked grin on his face. He slides onto the bed, shimming his body over mine, a knee on each side of me, before bringing his hand in front of him, showing me the stolen jar of honey.
“Ah, and what are you going to do with that?” My cock thickens at the lustful look in his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip as he unscrews the cap.
Wordlessly, Holden tips the jar, letting the golden nectar seep out and dribble onto my chest. I watch, my lips parted, my heart beating wildly and my cock plumping up fully as he leans forward and licks the sweet treat from my chest.
“Fuck,” I groan, when his lips circle my nipple, sucking and licking before he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh, nibbling while I squirm beneath him. He sits up, shuffles himself backwards and drips the honey in a line down my chest until it’s pooling in my navel.
Then, like before, he moves forward and licks up every drop. My hand finds his hair, tangling in the strands while he sucks and bites at my flesh. With one hand on my waistband, and the other holding the jar of honey, Holden attempts to pull down my shorts, and I lift my hips and help him rid me of them. With his eyes on me, Holden wraps a hand around the base of my shaft and then takes me into his mouth, licking around the head before delving deeper.
His movements are slow and torturous, like he’s savouring a treat he seldom gets, trying to make it stretch out and last. His lips on my cock is a delectable feeling, sticky and hot, and the perfect amount of friction and suction. But like with everything Holden, I want more. Always more.
“Just like that, yes. More,” I moan, canting my hips to push my cock deeper into Holden’s mouth. He flattens his tongue and runs it up my shaft, before sucking on the head, sending pleasure ricocheting to my balls.
Holden sits up. His face is wet and sticky, glistening with a mixture of spit and honey, and I immediately have this desire to add my cum to the mix on his beautiful face.
Holden dips his fingers into the honey jar and holds the golden liquid above my cock, letting it drip, before he changes position and laps the sticky treat off my skin.
“Hmmm,” he moans, taking me to the back of his throat, rotating his hand as he does. My eyes slam shut, my chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matches the bucking of my hips.
My orgasm is right there, bubbling to the surface, and the image of Holden, a mess with my cum, sits front and centre in my mind.
“Baby,” I mumble, his eyes meeting mine, the sight almost enough to hurtle me over the edge. “I want to come on your face.”
His eyes widen and my cock falls from his mouth as he sits up, slides to the floor and kneels. I follow his silent command, rising to my feet and standing above him. In this position, his face is level with my cock and he takes me back into his mouth, one hand around the base, the other squeezing my ass cheek and pulling me forward.
He sucks me deep and then shallow, fast and then slow, repeating his movements until I’m there again, balancing on the edge with my hands gripping his long hair.
Holden grazes his teeth over my shaft and I suck in a breath, tightening my grip, my hips jolting forward until I’m fucking his mouth. He’s moaning loudly, his grunts and groans filling the air along with the scent of our arousal and the sweet and bitter scent of honey and eucalyptus.
Holden uses his teeth again, then slides a hand up my tacky chest and pinches my nipple. Pain, sharp and white hot, radiates through the sensitive bud as my body tenses and I yelp, pull out of his mouth and aim my cock at his face. Holden closes his eyes as my orgasm hits me hard, cum erupting in strings that land across his lips and cheeks, then drip down his chin.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, falling down next to him before throwing my body over his and tackling him to the ground, his cock sitting hard between us.
Holden grunts, his eyes still closed as my tongue moves over his face, licking up the remnants of honey and cum.
“We need to get ready,” he says, his breath heavy, his lips seeking mine and his hips grinding against my thigh.
“We really do,” I reply breathlessly, resting our foreheads together.
