Remington’s grip on my thigh is bruising as he fists his cock with his other hand. He holds my gaze, his piercing blues staring into my soul. Every inch of my body is on fire, aching for him. From the moment we stepped into this bedroom, I knew I wanted him to do this, knew I wantedhimto fuckme. It’s not something I thought I’d ever want to do, but something about Remington feels right. Safe. He’s seen more of me than almost anyone. I’ve shared things with him that I’ve always kept close to my chest. And if I’m giving in to this forbidden need I’ve been harboring recently for one night only, I may as well make it as memorable as possible.
The air in the room is electric, supercharged, my body vibrating with anticipation. It feels raw with want, like every nerve ending is strung tight and thrumming. I’m one breath away from begging as I watch Remington line himself up. I feel desperate and needy—two words I’veneverused to describe myself—my body pleading for him to wreck me.
Remington squeezes my thigh as he applies gentle pressure to my hole. “Bear down for me,” he rasps, his voice tight, full of what I can only imagine to be restraint. He wants this as bad as I do, and taking it slow is probably as torturous for him as it is me.
Admittedly, I’ve never been very adventurous with myself. I’m old-fashioned when it comes to masturbation; my hand around my cock is really all I’ve needed. While I’ve slipped the occasional finger up my ass throughout the years, I’ve never used anything even half as big as Remington. But I want this. I want him. So, even though my heart is in my throat, I do as he says.
He pushes in slowly, taking his time. My eyes widen, and my mouth falls open, the feeling overwhelming. “Fuck,” I grit out, my hands curled into fists as I force myself to breathe.
“Relax for me, daddy. You can take it. I know you can,” he coos, inching in deeper.
Forcing myself to do just that, I groan when he sinks the rest of the way in. Remington pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. The pressure is intense. I’ve never felt this full, this utterly consumed. He leans down, his mouth molding to mine as he parts my lips with his tongue. Remington kisses me, soft and tender, while his hips begin to move, slowly rocking in and out of me. It takes a minute, but eventually, the burn finally gives way to pleasure, and before I know it, my hips rock with his, wanting more.
“Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight, daddy,” he rasps against my lips. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. You doin’ okay still?”
I nod, my hands gripping his upper arms. “Yes,” I groan. “It’s…so…good.” My eyes fight to stay open as he fills me with white-hot pleasure with every stroke. He’s slightly curved upward, so with every thrust, he hits my prostate, igniting fire through my veins.
“Mm, that’s what I love to hear.”
Sitting back, he grips my hips tight, his movements getting rougher, deeper, and I see stars when he fists my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The pleasure coming from both ends is intense and overwhelming. I can’t take it. I’ve never felt anything this intoxicating, never been more ravenous than I am right now, watching my son’s best friend wholly own my body.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, his chest glistening with sweat as he pounds into me. “I’ve dreamed about fuckin’ you for years, daddy. Stroked my cock with you in my mind.”
My balls tighten. “I have too,” I admit, the words falling from my mouth before I know what I’m saying.
Remington’s eyes darken, and a smirk curls his mouth. “You made yourself come thinkin’ about me?”
My cheeks heat, and it has nothing to do with how hot it is in my room. “Once or twice.”
“Fuck, you have no idea how much that turns me on.”
“Oh, I bet I have somewhat of an idea,” I muse.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, along with our shared groans and heavy breaths. I’m close; I can feel my release start to take form low in my spine. It’s hot, spreading like fire, shooting through every inch of my body. My muscles tighten. I can’t hold on any longer.
“I’m close,” I gasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Remington fucks me harder, taking me higher and higher. With one hand still stroking my cock, he uses his free hand to palm my pec, squeezing the muscle and teasing my nipple. It sends me over the edge. I throw my head back, hands gripping the sheets as thick, hot ropes of cum shoot out, pelting my chest and stomach. It’s full body, pleasure soaring through my insides, making my head dizzy and my skin tingle.
“Oh, fuck yeah, daddy,” he growls. “That’s it. Your ass is squeezing the life out of me.” Once I finish, Remington lets goof my cock, bringing his fist up to his mouth. His heated gaze holds mine as he licks my cum off, and I swear, I almost come again. “You taste fuckin’ good, and you feel even better. Come on, daddy. Milk this fuckin’ cock. I’m so close.”
Goddamn, the mouth on him. I can’t get enough.
Leaning over, his hand falls onto the pillow beside my head, while he pushes my leg back with his other, pounding into me with deep, rough strokes. His brows are pinched, and his jaw is relaxed, his lips parted as he groans huskily.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he cries out, thrusting once…twice…three times, before he stills, spilling inside the condom as his head hangs forward.
Remington lifts his head once he’s done, hand cupping my face tenderly as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. The way he’s looking at me feels way more intimate than what we just did. His gaze dips down to my mouth before he’s leaning in and capturing my lips with his. This kiss is slow, unhurried, and it fills my stomach with flutters. Resting his forehead against mine, he collapses on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other while we fight to catch our breath. When he pulls out of me, I clench and immediately miss the fullness of him. I wish he could stay in there.
Eyeing him as he removes the condom, he ties it off before padding into the bathroom to throw it away and grab a washcloth. Remington cleans me first before wiping himself. It’s such a simple gesture, but it makes my heart explode. It’s tender and caring, and I slam my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the feelings that hit me. I climb off the bed, cracking the window open, the room stuffy and too damn hot. Exhaustion washes over me, and all I can think about is getting back into that bed and falling asleep with my body wrapped around his.
“Want somethin’ to drink?” I ask, not bothering to put any clothes back on. I’m not normally a naked sleeper, but the idea ofbeing skin to skin with Remington all night and feeling his heat is too enticing to pass up.
He nods, a smile curling his mouth. “Yeah, I’ll take some water.”
Filling two glasses, I turn off the rest of the lights, make sure the door is locked, then stroll back into the room. My chest aches when I spot Remington sitting on one side of the bed, his back against my headboard, as he does something on his phone. It’s like he belongs here. But it’s only for one night, and it shouldn’t feel like that.
I climb in beside him, handing him one of the glasses while I down a few mouthfuls of my own.
