Page 45 of Win You Over

Once in his room, I close the door behind us, and take out the band holding up my hair, letting it fall loosely on my shoulders.

“I can’t believe your parents did this.” I hold up the package containing the knife, then place it on his desk.

“They want you to be happy.” He grabs me around the waist and pulls me closer.

“I am happy.” Remi rubs his nose against the soft skin at my ear before pulling back to look at me.

“I’m not, not tonight. I can’t sleep if you’re not here.” He pouts, his bottom lip sticking out and his eyes widening. I may be stupidly in love with him, but his charm still doesn’t work on me the way he wants it to.

“You’ll survive.” We have a variation of this discussion most nights when I’m not staying over. My boyfriend is exceptionally clingy and I fucking love it.

“But I’ll get all needy,” he full on whines, pushing out of my arms and throwing himself dramatically on the bed.

“You’re always needy.” I climb over him, and he spins us, his big body pressing me into the mattress.

“I was thinking,” Remi says.

“Did it hurt?”

He laughs, his fingers sliding under my t-shirt and dancing along my ribs. I flinch, curling to the side in anticipation. His hand continues its journey upwards until his finger traces the areola around my nipple.

When he tugs at the tender bud, my dick thickens behind my jeans, the zipper uncomfortable against the soft flesh.

“Very funny, pretty boy.” His lips press against mine, before he pulls up again. “What do you think about matching tattoos?”

Remington slides his leg between mine, pressing his thigh against my erection. I groan, bending my neck back and welcoming the bite he places there.

“I like the idea,” I say, already panting.

“Good.”

He peppers my neck with kisses before his lips find the side of my mouth.

“And what are your thoughts on butt plugs?”

He tightens his hold on my nipple, and I hiss, thrusting my hips up in a search for friction.

“Jesus, Remi, one idea at a time, okay?”

His hand skates down my stomach, the muscles contracting with the action before he’s deftly unbuttoning my jeans and sliding his hand in.

Remington’s eyes widen when he finds I’ve gone commando, my dick falling hot and heavy in his hand.

I try to shrug like it’s nothing, but his eyes darken, and he licks his lips.

“You’ve been like this all day?”

I nod. “I thought it would be sexy.”

“Fuck, baby. It is sexy.” He nuzzles his nose against my neck, his hand working up and down my shaft in sure, steady movements.

My own hands find the waistband of his athletic shorts and I push them down, along with his jockstrap.

Remington pushes up, his cock falling next to mine. With his eyes on me, he spits, the liquid landing on my dick. He wipes it over both of us, then lies back on top of me, trapping us between our bodies.

He starts moving, his hips grinding against mine, and I do the same, matching his rhythm as my arms wrap around his back and pull him closer.

“Tell me your idea,” I rasp into his ear. Pleasure builds, a warmth spreading in my groin as we rub ourselves off on each other. Precum, his or mine, drips onto my cock, the liquid warm and easing the glide.

“I’ll buy you a pretty blue plug. Stretch you out so good.”

“Hmm,” I mumble my mind trying to focus on the picture he’s painting while being drawn to the incredible friction on my dick.

“And then, I’ll fuck you. Fill you with my cum.”

Remington’s lips kiss a line along my jaw before meeting mine.

“Then I’ll plug up your hole and leave you stuffed full all day.”

I dig my nails into his back and his hips pick up speed, frotting harder and faster.

“You’ll have to sit and listen to Prof. Hottie talk about British poets, knowing you’re full of my cum. I bet you’ll be hard and so fucking horny. You’ll want to leave and take care of it yourself, but I won’t let you, because you only come when I say you can.”

I whine. My breath hitching as I say his name on a plea. I don’t know what I’m asking for, I only know he’ll give it to me.

“Then you’ll be the needy one.”

He increases the speed and pressure of his hips while simultaneously kissing me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I let him in. Let him dominate me as he works my body closer and closer to the inevitable crescendo.

“Finally, I’d pull you out of that class, bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you with only my cum for lube. And then, baby? Then, you’ll,” he pauses, putting emphasis on his next words, “ come for me .”

My mind blanks as pleasure zips through me, my orgasm barrelling out, and I moan unintelligible words and his name. My nails dig deeper into his skin as I hold on tighter, my cock spurting more and more reams of cum between us.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Remington growls, pulling up and watching as his cock erupts, our cum mixing together on my pelvis.

His eyes are trained on the evidence of our pleasure, his hand smoothing it into my skin and it’s only when he brushes over my now sensitive dick and I shudder does he look up, a radiant smile pasted on his beautiful face.

He flops onto his side, his arm wrapping over my stomach.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I’m glad I was right.”

I scoff. “About?”

“Winning.”

I roll onto my side so we’re face to face.

“You can’t win everything, my love. No matter how hard you try.”

He shrugs one shoulder.

“I know. But I have won the most important thing.”

“And that is?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Remi leans forward, and I taste his smile when he presses his lips to mine.

“You.”