With effort, I pull away and snatch my hand from his cock. Remi groans and pushes close to me, those puppy dog eyes peering up at me, asking a question his mouth can’t seem to form.
Chuckling, I nudge him backward, and he stumbles over his feet. “Start the shower,” I say as I pull my shirt over my head and drag my jeans off my hips, letting them pool around my feet. “As hot as you can stand it.”
Remi nods, but his gaze is glued to my body, his eyes tracking down my chest, to my abs, stopping on the outline of my dick that’s tenting my briefs. I’m eager to get into him, but we need to clean up first. Then I’ll make him come so hard he’ll feel lightheaded.
His pink tongue darts out to wet his lips and I groan, the memories of that tongue on my cock rushing back. My dick twitches and he moans, his pupils blowing wide.
“The shower, Hummingbird,” I quip, sliding my hand down to cup my shaft.
He nods slowly and turns away with what looks like great effort. His hands shake as he starts the shower. I take the time to remove my shoes, then my pants from my ankles and my socks. Lastly, I strip off my briefs just as Remi turns around.
“Oh… shit. I… wow. Just wow,” he murmurs in awe, and I grin at the compliment.
“In you go, Rem.” I gesture towards the shower.
He quickly strips off the rest of his clothes and climbs into the shower, hissing when the water hits his flesh. “Too hot?” I ask.
“No,” he answers as I step inside. “I’m still cold from being outside.”
I wrap my arm around his waist and yank him toward me, feeling his rigid length against my leg. For Remi to be so small, he has a nice-sized dick. I can’t wait to get on my knees for him and take him down my throat. But for now, I want to play with him.
Gathering a cloth and body wash—I hope both belong to him—I squirt some of the nice-smelling gel onto the material and lather it up. Then I wash Remi, getting all the blood I can see off his skin. I push him under the spray, watching the suds drift down the drain.
Remi watches me, a look of disbelief on his face. It’s kind of unnerving.
An eyebrow raised, I say, “What?”
“Nothing. I just…” He takes the cloth from my hand and cleans the blood from my skin. “No one’s ever washed me before, that’s all.”
“Not even that cunt you came here with?”
Remi smiles, that nervous laugh coming back. “Definitely not him. He wasn’t… he wasn’t the most attentive boyfriend.”His expression falls, and an almost dead look enters his eyes. “Honestly, he wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who did… that stuff.”
I shrug and let him wash the blood from my neck. “Well, he’s dead now, so you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
A soft smile ticks up his lips. “Why does that make me feel better?”
“Because you’re free, Hummingbird.” I thumb over his cheek, cleaning a small smudge of red away.
“Am I?” Remi’s question sounds like he doesn’t know what that really means.
I don’t answer, I can’t. Because I’m not sure what the fuck I’m going to do with him. He’s not acting as a captive or someone who’s here against his will. He helped me move bodies without complaint, for fuck’s sake. So if something goes down and my crimes are discovered, it will be mutually assured destruction. But can I just let him go?
Since I don’t know how to answer that, I drizzle some body wash on my fingers and slide it down his crack. Remi inhales sharply, then releases the breath shakily. I rub over his hole, getting him nice and clean.
Remi’s dick stabs at my thigh, and I grin down at him as he moans. “Feel good?” I ask, rolling my hips so my cock drags over his belly.
“Yeah. Do you think you could… mmm…” His cheeks turn a fine shade of pink as he stares at me, licking his lips as he teeters on the edge of asking for what he wants.
“You want me to finger fuck you, Hummingbird?” I tease him. I bend to lick the seam of his mouth, loving his ragged gasp.
“Yes, please.” His blunt nails dig into the skin of my shoulders.
Chuckling, I shake my head and pull my fingers free. Remi whines, digging harder into my skin.
I ignore the arousing bite of pain and spread his ass cheeks apart, letting the water rinse away the soap.
Then I spin him to the back of the shower, his chest hitting the cold surface of the wall. He hisses and looks over his shoulder at me. His eyes widen when he watches me get down on my knees.
