Stepping closer, I spit onto his hole, some of his cum gathering at his entrance.
Shuffling behind him, I grip his shoulder and press inside him in one thrust.
Remi’s back arches as he moans, his head tossed back with his shouts of pleasure.
Fuck, he’s so fucking tight, so fucking responsive.
He looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes dazed and unfocused. He bites his lower lip, the flesh already a bright red from his teeth. “Fuck me hard. I want it mean, Streeter. Give it to me.”
I growl as I pull out halfway, then slam back into his tight heat. “Fuck,” I grit out, my hand on his shoulder hard and unyielding.
Remi is fucking perfect—pliable, sensitive, and so fucking mine.
He arches his back obscenely, tilting his head back with his lips puckered. I slam our lips together as I fuck him roughly, pistoning into him without mercy. His moans and grunts drift through our kiss, but he doesn’t pull his lips from mine.
Sparks of pleasure dance across my skin at the feel of him, my impending orgasm making my balls draw close to my body.
Then he clenches around me, practically holding my dick hostage. I’m fucking done.
Snatching my lips from his, I roar as I fuck into him, my dick kicking off inside him, painting his walls with my seed. I belatedly realize that I’m not wearing a condom, but it’s not enough to make me want to pull out of his snug channel.
With each thrust, I shoot more and more of my nut into him, breeding him like I’ve wanted to do since the first time he dropped to his knees in front of me under that fucking mistletoe.
Remi mewls and pants, pushing his ass back into me. I give it a firm slap and he yelps, and his hole contracts around me hard.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, both my hands encircling his hips.
His body trembles, his face screwed up in a pleasurable mask.
“Did you… did you come because I spanked your ass?” I ask in awe. Can Remi get any more fucking perfect?
His face pinkens, but he nods. “That’s never happened before. Felt good.”
That gives me so many fucking ideas for what I can do to Remi. When the snow melts and we’re somewhere with power and warmth, we’ll explore this side of him more.
Not ready to leave his tight hole yet, I wrap my arm around his chest and pull him up. I kiss along his neck and back where I can reach, Remi’s hand going into my hair. “God, that feels good,” he murmurs, rolling his hips back against me.
I drag my teeth along his skin and Remi shivers, whining a moan.
Chuckling, I turn and sit on the couch, resting Remi’s back against my chest.
“Everything you thought it would be?” I ask, kissing his shoulder gently.
“Better than any books I’ve read,” he breathes. “I thought I’d be afraid, but trusting you not to let me go while I was upside down made it… better. I didn’t expect that head rush when I came. Can we do it again?”
I bark a laugh. “What else do you want to try, Hummingbird?”
“So fucking much,” he says with a small groan. His words aren’t shy or halting now. I like this relaxed version of Remi, though his coyness is a turn on too. Fuck, I might just like everything about him. “I read a lot of smut and those authors are very inventive.”
I hum, nipping his skin. “We’ll have to take some pointers from them… and make up some positions of our own.”
“I like the sound of that,” Remi says, then turns around and kisses me like he needs my lips more than his next breath.
When I’ve had my fill, I pull away and kiss his nose. “I have to clean you up. You’ll be leaking my cum.”
Remi’s eyes grow wide, but he doesn’t scramble off me like I expect. He blushes and ducks his head. “I told you… I was tested before I came here. So… I’m good.”
“Me too,” I tell him honestly. The last time I was tested was after Camden and I had sex a few months back. Everything came back negative, so I haven’t put Remi at risk.
