I wrap my arms around him and hold on as tight as I can, affection and protective instinct buzzing through my body, joy close behind.
His cock hardens against my thigh, and a deep, rumbling growl tumbles from my chest. Miss Lillian rolls her eyes.
“Come on, Jameson. Let's take the rest of the fam and leave these two love birds to it.”
I bare my teeth at her in gratitude and affection. Untangling from our hug, I grip the back of his neck. “Mine.”
He cocks his head, a private smile on his lips. “Yours.”
No longer needing words, I direct him to my—our—room.
The house quickly empties, and by the time we’re past the door, I can hear car doors slamming shut. Taking Remy by the hand, I lead him to the bed, smothered as it is in pillows and soft blankets. He disrobes and is on the bed before I’ve even pulled my T-shirt over my head.
“I hope this doesn’t mean that you’re going to be making jokes about me being too slow,” I crack as I slip off my T-shirt.
He shakes his head, devouring me with his eyes. “I like slow. Feel free to take your time.” He rubs his slight belly, and I rip down my jeans, anxious to be one with him.
I crawl up his body as he lies spread out against the pillows. “You’re so beautiful,” I say, cupping his cheek as I place kisses on his lips, cheeks, chin, and nose.
We fall into a deep kiss, my body melting on top of his. Despite his lithe frame, he has the strength and ability to keep up with everything I throw at him, and it is so damn sexy.
At first, we’re making out, hot and heavy, just getting to know how each other feels, tastes. I move down to his neck, making him writhe under the sucking pressure and nip of my canines at his jugular.
When I can’t stand it a second longer, I pull back and flip him, surprising a sharp inhale out of him. “Head down, ass up, my love.”
He looks back, genuine fear in his eyes. “I know that I’m an immortal creature, but could you perhaps stop short of tearing me a new one?”
I shake my head as I pull apart his cheeks. “I would never harm you, cher. The only thing I want to do right now is show you how good preparation can be.”
6
Remy
With my ass exposed to the chilly air, I decide to trust the man I’ve known less than twenty-four hours. Suddenly, he’s running his warm, wet tongue from the back of my balls up to the top of my ass crack, stopping to suck briefly at the whorl of tight muscle, overwhelming my senses.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he says before diving in again, attacking my entrance as he spreads me open even wider. Just as I think it can’t feel any better, he spears me with that strong tongue and pulls my cock back between my thighs, stroking me as he breaches me, again and again.
“I…I can’t hold off.”
“Don’t, cher. I’m gonna be fucking you all day.”
He goes back to licking and sucking and tugging until I’m a pile of goo. Just as I’m about to come, he flips me onto my back. His hot mouth covers the head of my cock, sucking deeply, pulling the orgasm from my body as he presses the flat pad of his thumb against my hole, pushing hard without entry.
I make all manner of undignified sounds as I unload into his mouth, fucking into the warm, tight slick of it. He grabs my ass and pulls me in deeper, all the way to the back of his throat.
Slumping against the pile of pillows, I’m spent from the magnitude of the orgasm. Before I can even gather my thoughts, he’s straddling my chest, pinning my arms to my side as he pushes his massive cock into my mouth. I gag, surprised, but he keeps me in place, pushing until his balls slap up against my chin.
Forcing my throat to relax and take him, I reach up and tug on his sac, wanting to feel them as they unload into me. He grunts when I squeeze, growling, “More. Harder.”
I make a tight fist around his sac between his balls and his body, pulling down firmly. He groans, and I do it again, this time with a twist.
“Fuck yes. More,” he says, choking me with his cock. I pull a nut into each hand and alternate crushing pressure, letting his thrusts determine how filthy and painful he wants it.
Within seconds my mouth is full of his cum, spilling out of my abused lips, dribbling down to my hair as he continues to thrust.
Pulling out, he leans in for a sloppy kiss. His whisper is rough, stroking my nerve endings. “My cock wants to knot, but I’m holding back until I’ve made a meal of you.”
I’m spent, boneless on the bed when he pulls my knees as far apart as they’ll go, slipping a pillow under my hips so that I am open to him, my ass tilted up. Grabbing the lube from his side table, he opens the cap and holds it high above, letting it drip noisily, hitting the sensitive entrance with each heavy splat.
