All the tension in him melts. He rises off his heels, nuzzling my nose as his lips whisper over mine. “It’s ok. I’m nervous too, but I promise we can stop if you don’t like it.”
The voices bang against the steel shields I throw up. This is Remy. My sweet sunshine boy. The boy I’m helplessly, irrevocably, undeniably in love with.
I find myself nodding despite blaring siren screeches in my brain.
The scars. The cuts. The healing gash from last night when my blade slipped from my fingers—
“What if your mom comes home?”
Remy smirks, nipping my jaw before sinking back between my parted legs. “She won’t be back for another hour. I highly doubt you’ll last that long.”
I snort. “Someone’s cocky.”
His grin widens. “Not yet.”
I roll my eyes. He snickers, pulling my pants down to my knees to reveal my boxers.
My heart pounds.
The temperature in his room spikes as lust glazes his hazel stare. Despite the chaos in my mind, my dick throbs against the constraints of my briefs. His tongue darts over his lips as he starts to remove them—
“N-not those.”
He can’t see what I’ve done. He can’t see the real me.
It’ll break him.
I bite my lip. “I mean, just not all the way off.”
With a reassuring smile, he nods and bends to kiss the sliver of skin between my pushed-up t-shirt and the band of my Calvins. Goosebumps explode in the wake of his lips as he inhales deeply. Like the scent of me is a drug.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
I blink.
Beautiful?
He’s whispered things in the heat of the moment. Written letters with sweet words. Texted dirty fantasies. But for some reason, this feels different. Weighted. Grasping for a response, I barely notice him soothingly kneading my upper thigh.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmurs, the heel of his palm digging into my bulge.
I gasp, “Fuck.”
Grinning, he holds my gaze as he slowly peels down my briefs enough to free the top half of my cock. Amusement shifts into heady desire. Mini suns flare in his eyes before he ducks his head—
My jaw drops. No sound comes out. Pleasure begs me to close my eyes but I can’t look away as the flat of his tongue swipes the bead of precum from my crown.
I’m done for.
He makes a sound between a moan and a growl that I wish I could record if only to listen to like a favorite song for eternity.
“God, I’ve wanted to…” he whispers, his voice fading as he flicks his tongue against my sensitive tip again. And again. Swirling curiously. Plush lips close over me, tongue circling—
“Ok, ok, fine, you’re right— ahhh, fuck— this is going to be— Oh god— embarrassingly fast,” I ramble, squirming with the need torut into his mouth. He chuckles, sucking gently as his hand reaches further into my boxers to grasp my shaft.
Suddenly his mouth vanishes.
“Don’t stop now," I whine.
