Heliked itwhen I made noise.
I unclench my fingers from the sheets and wrap my arms around him, giving myself over to him completely and letting my head fall back against the pillow so I canfeel.
He’s so thick, driving into me so hard that I let out another moan and feel my nails bite into the swell of his shoulders.
“That’s right, give it to me. I’m going to take you apart, Remi. I want some battle scars to show for it.” And like he wants to prove his point, he leans down and bites my neck hard enough that I know he’s going to leave a mark, hard enough that it makes me cry out and my fingers dig into his skin until I wonder if I’m drawing blood.
He doesn’t break the motion of his hips, though. Now that he’s fucking me, it’s like a dam broke. Whatever self-restraint he borrowed from the Saint of Edging has fled, because he’s fucking me like I’m the last meal of a dying man and this is the only chance he’s going to get to chase the high of filling up onme.
I want him to. I want it so bad that I can’t see straight, so bad I can’t think straight. So bad that my hips are rocking up to meet him when he thrusts into me and his name comes from my chest in little punched-out chants ofStreeter-Streeter-Streeteras fast as I can draw breath.
And even then, I still want more. I never knew being with someone could be like this, and apparently now that I’ve had a taste, I’m addicted to it.
To pleasure.
To fucking that’s tantamount to worship.
To Streeter.
11
STREETER
The sweet moanscoming from Remi almost undo me and have me blowing my load way before I’m ready. Fuck, he’s a fucking vision.
His expression is open with pleasure so profound that I’m fucking drunk with it. I soak it up, tilting my hips to see his face twist in an even greater show of his ecstasy.
“That’s right, Hummingbird,” I grit out through the waves of pleasure coursing up my spine. “Tell me how my dick feels. Talk to me.”
He parts his lips and sings for me. “Fuck, it’s… it’s…” He whimpers, like trying to think while getting fucked is too much for him. “I’ve read hundreds of books and no one ever described it like this. You’re so fuckinggood, Streeter. Like I can feel you in my chest.”
I hum, nipping roughly at his lower lip. “More,” I urge as I raise one of his legs to rest on my shoulder, opening him wider so I can fuck him deeper. “Tell me more.”
“Streeter, oh God.” He shivers in my arms, goosebumps pebbling over his skin. “I’ve never… never felt this good. No onehas ever made me feel this good. Fuck, please. I’m close. So close.”
A growl leaves my lips as I watch pain, pleasure, and arousal flit across his face. His eyes open and he meets my gaze, fire burning in his stare.
I’ve never had a partner so eager to please, so eager to take all the ecstasy I give him and fucking beg for more. My dick throbs as his tight heat engulfs me, threatening to end me before I’ve given him his final orgasm.
Remi’s body practically vibrates under mine, his fingers hard in my flesh, his leg tight against my hip.
His high moans and panting breaths ghost over my face. He stares at me like he’s seeing God—like I’m his fucking religion. My dick is so fucking hard, I’m surprised I haven’t split him in two.
“Streeter,” he whispers, his pink tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. I close my eyes, not able to look at him. My orgasm is too close to the surface. I’ll blow at any moment if I keep staring into his wide, lust-drunk eyes.
Not yet. Not when I haven’t pulled that last release from Remi.
He fucking owes it to me and I won’t unload into him until I get it.
Bending closer, I take his soft tongue into my mouth and suck at it, pulling a surprised groan from him. Remi’s body bows and his cock twitches between us, hot cum spurting onto my belly.
His moans are high and loud, almost bursting my eardrums. I grin as I pick up the pace, fucking into him to draw out his orgasm. The look of pleasurable pain on his face pushes me over the edge, and my spunk shoots from me into the condom. Fuck, I wish I could paint his walls with my release. I wish I could give him everything I have and claim him as mine.
But not now, not yet.
Soon, though.
When my aftershocks have subsided, I lower Remi’s leg from my shoulder, then collapse onto him, panting into the crook of his neck. He smells like me, like cum, like sex, likemine.
