Page 35 of Win You Over

Remington swallows thickly as he pulls my hair harder, bending my neck back at an awkward angle. His teeth graze over the skin covering my throat, nipping and sucking all the way to my collarbone.

“You want that? Want me to fuck you, baby?”

I whimper when his teeth latch on, his tongue moving over the flesh as he increases the pressure.

“Please,” I reply, rutting my aching cock against him.

Remington releases my neck and tries to shift me off his lap, but I cling on tighter, digging the nails of one hand into his back.

“Don’t go,” I say, feeling so incredibly needy, I don’t even recognise myself.

He chuckles. “Baby, I need to get supplies and make you more comfortable.”

I shake my head, my dark hair falling into my face.

“Like this. I want to feel you like this.”

Whether it’s the aftereffects of the nightmare, or the immense need coursing through my blood, I cannot bear the thought of him letting go. Not even for a second.

“Okay, needy kitty,” he says, brushing a kiss to my nose. “Just like this.”

He shuffles us closer to the edge of the bed, then with his eyes locked on mine, he fumbles next to him, the sound of the drawer opening and closing piercing the otherwise quiet dawn.

He produces a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

“You’re going to have to let go to get naked,” Remi says.

Reluctantly, I lift myself, then strip off my shorts and underwear, while he slides a condom onto his dick, then I resume my position in his lap.

Remi looks into my eyes, his ocean blues glittering in the early morning light.

“I’ll go slow. Make it real good for you.”

I press my lips to his cheek and lean forward. Remington applies lube to his fingers, then using one hand to grip my ass cheek, he slides a finger into my crease and circles my rim.

When the digit demands entrance, passing the tight ring of muscle, I moan, dropping my head to his shoulder.

“Relax for me, baby.” He dances the fingers of his other hand up my spine. I release a breath, feeling my body soften, relaxing into his touch. Remington adds a second finger, the burn making me gasp.

“Touch yourself,” he demands, his gaze dropping to my cock, sitting half-hard between us. I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft and stroke as Remington’s fingers delve deeper inside me.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, I cannot wait to feel you squeeze my cock.”

His words and the ministrations of his fingers have me whimpering, my tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his neck.

I need so much more. His taste, his smell, his everything. I rub my cheek against his neck like I’m trying to infuse my skin with his scent.

“I need you,” I whisper, grinding myself on his probing fingers.

“Patience, baby,” he replies, adding a third finger and stretching me open for him. The pain is intense, but not in a bad way. No, it lights me up, sending tingling pulses of desire through me.

My hand works over my cock, sweeping strokes from the base to the tip and when Remi pushes in deeper, his fingers brushing my prostate, I groan, throwing my head back and arching my neck.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping for me.”

His free hand moves to the tip of my cock, swiping at the beads of pre-cum erupting from me with every press of his fingers to my sensitive nub.

“Remi,” I whine, writhing on top of him, my movements erratic as I chase my inevitable release.

He silences me with a kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, our teeth nip, the two of us giving and taking in equal measure.

With one hand on my hip, Remington tips me forward, and when the blunt head of his cock pushes at my entrance, I suck in a breath. My head swims, white dots floating at the edges as he steals the air straight from my lungs and buries himself inside me.

“Remi,” I say again. “Remi.”

I pull back, wanting to see every expression that crosses his face. His mouth is parted on an O and his eyes are dark, his brows pulled together into a frown.

“Fuck,” he exclaims. “You feel…fuck. Give me a second.” He breathes in through his nose and then out through his mouth, holding my hips with both hands to keep me still.

“You feel so fucking good. Too fucking good.”

After a moment, where he seems to have gathered his composure, Remington guides my body along his shaft. He pulls me all the way up and then brings me back down, my ass stretching around the entirety of his length.

“Like this,” he says. “Ride me like this.”

I lift myself up and slam back down, watching as Remington’s eyes roll and he moans, biting his bottom lip. The harder I ride him, the louder he gets.

His hand finds my cock again, working me hard and fast, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

A beautiful flush runs up Remington’s chest and neck, making his cheeks glow, pleasure written all over his body.

He’s so fucking stunning, I want to take a photo of him like this, so I never forget how ethereal he looks.

How perfect he is. How I could ever have thought any different is so far beyond me now.

I rotate my hips, riding him until the muscles in my legs burn and I’m so close to tipping over the edge. My cock is leaking, pre-cum sliding down my throbbing shaft.

“Hold? Baby.” Remi’s breathing is ragged as he says my name.

“Please,” he begs, and I know exactly what he needs.

Raking my hands down his back, I apply pressure, letting my nails dig into his skin, hard enough to leave marks.

He flinches and growls, thrusting his hips and pounding relentlessly against my prostate.

Electricity born of lust and want and desire runs through my blood as he gives me his all.

Sinking my nails deeper, and then using my teeth to deliver a sharp bite to his jaw, Remington shakes beneath me, a guttural sound coming from him as he comes.

“Remi!” I yell, his name tasting sweet and delectable on my tongue as I press myself down on his still-hard cock, my orgasm cresting and exploding, cum pulsing from my tip, completely untouched.

“Oh fuck,” Remington remarks, his arms coming up to wrap me in a hug, before he pulls out of me and rolls us onto our sides. Hair sticks to my sweat-drenched face, and he uses the pad of a finger to brush it away.

“You’re perfect, Holden. Every single thing about you is perfect.” Remington kisses my forehead. “I think you were made for me.”

Joy burns hotter than the sun inside me and his words work their way into my heart, taking up home there.

“You too, Remi,” I add. “You’re perfect too.”

“I know,” he replies jokingly, a smile taking over his whole face, reaching his eyes.

The only thing I can do is match the upturn of his lips with a smile of my own and hope that this connection we share never ends.