“Ah-ah, I'm the one in charge,” he tsks, bending to clamp his teeth around my nipple.
I gasp, “Fuck.”
Chuckling, he laves at the barbell, dragging his tongue across my heaving chest to the other and repeating the torture. It’s fucking exquisite.
He flicks the metal. “I like these.” My chewed nails dig into his broad shoulders. “A lot.”
Tousled light brown hair, lips puffy from kissing and peering at me through his lashes— I'm rendered speechless.
He licks and sucks down my torso to my navel. Lower. My heart pounds harder the closer he gets to my sweats. His fingers dip into the waistband and I still.
He looks up, a little line forming between his brows.
He accepts you. He understands you. He wants you.
It’s not enough to combat the dread filling my lungs.
“What’s wrong?”
How do I explain it? Do I even want to?
My eyes sting again.I’m so sick of crying.
Something clicks because his expression softens. “Whatever you’re hiding won’t push me away, love.”
God dammit, hedoesknow me.
“You promise?”
“On my life.”
I bite my lip as my chin dips. “Ok.”
There’s no air as he pulls my pants down with my boxers. I squeeze my eyes shut.
He’ll pity you. He’ll judge you. He’ll scold you.
A low exhale.
“Mygod.”
I want to turn back time and prevent this moment from happening.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
Wait…what?
I crack an eye open.
Remy is slack-jawed, gaping at me sprawled out like an offering. He scans my steadily heating skin, lingering on my half-hard cock.His fingers spread on my thighs, pushing them open wider.
If he hasn’t seen them yet, he will now.
There’s a long pause only broken by our ragged breathing.
“Is this why you wouldn’t let me undress you back then?” he asks, tone gentle as his palm burns a trail higher up my thigh, thumb tracing one of the many lines etched into my skin.
My tongue is lead.
