Remington

by Silvia Violet

  I reached for my fly, but he shook his head. “I want to look.”

  He laid his large hands on my shoulders, and somehow, despite the warmth of him, I shivered. He slid his hands over my pecs, and I jumped when he pinched both my nipples. They hardened instantly, and he teased them with his thumbs.

  I sucked in my breath, trying to fight the urge to free my cock. How did he have me so needy so fast?

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “I… Yes, sir.”

  “I might think you were telling me that because it’s what I want to hear, but I saw your reaction.” He palmed my cock over the fabric of my pants. “And I can feel how hard you are for me.”

  I nodded, not sure I could form words with him touching me.

  5

  Remington

  I couldn’t believe how much I wanted Henri. Everything about him enthralled me. Now that I knew no other man had fucked him, stretched him, pushed deep inside him, I had to be his first. Whatever happened, this wasn’t going to be our only night together. Once I was done with him, I’d have to let my family know the details of what had happened during my time in Landry territory. I’d already sent a text to Blackjack to start investigating Henri’s background.

  I doubted he could find much from the bare details I had, but once I’d devastated Henri to the point of exhaustion, I’d take his phone and his wallet. I needed to know for sure he was as innocent as he seemed. If he was a spy, I knew what I would have to do. I prayed he wasn’t.

  Before I gave into the temptation to run my tongue over every inch of Henri’s exposed skin, I took a step back from him.

  “Pants off.” I ordered.

  He popped the snap and lowered his zipper. His pants were so tight I wondered if he could get them off without help, but with some shimmying of his hips, he was able to push them down, exposing a black thong that held his cock and balls in a lacy pouch.

  I wanted to fuck him while he was wearing it, to pull it aside and drive into him, making him writhe, making him scream. I would but not tonight.

  His eyes flicked up to mine, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You have to know you’re fucking gorgeous.”

  He looked startled for a moment, and I was sure he hadn’t been told that often, which was a fucking crime. I wanted to murder everyone who’d ever made him feel bad about himself.

  “As hot as that is”—I gestured toward the thong that barely contained his hard cock—“I want it off. I want all of you exposed to me.”

  Slowly, holding my gaze, he hooked his fingers into the waistband, stretched it out, and brought it down until his cock and balls were exposed. I wanted to taste them, to touch and tug, to make them hurt and force him to accept the exquisite torture. He was too damn beautiful.

  He continued to lower the thong and his tight leather pants, turning as he bent, letting me see the ass he was only teasing me with. I’d make him pay for that later.

  When he was completely naked, he slowly rolled up to standing and faced me, hip cocked out, body on display. He seemed more confident without his clothes. I wanted to know why. I wanted to peel back all his layers.

  I pulled the comforter off the bed and let it fall to the floor. I didn’t want to get it all messy, and I had every intention of making a mess. “Get on the bed and recline against the pillows, legs spread.”

  He looked wary for just a moment before he schooled his face, putting on the smile he’d tried to dazzle me with when he’d approached my car. The thing was, I didn’t want the pretense. I wanted the man underneath.

  He positioned himself as I’d requested. His cock was hard, the tip red. I wanted to swipe my tongue across his slit and taste his precum, but he wasn’t getting my mouth, not yet.

  “Don’t move,” I ordered as I crossed the room, opened my closet, and pulled out the drawer that contained all manner of things I’d like to use on Henri. For the moment, I selected only a small, pink, glass dildo. It would look exquisite against his pale skin.

  When I walked back to him, I lifted the toy, letting him see it. “I’ve never used this with anyone. When I saw it, I needed it because I wanted to watch a man push it inside himself. I wanted to watch a man come while this dildo decorated his ass.”

  Henri licked his lips. “I… I’m not…”

  “You said I wasn’t allowed to fuck your ass. I’m not going to. You’re going to do it to yourself. I want you to push this inside, work it all the way in, and then jerk off while it stretches you.”

  Not touching him might kill me, but I wanted to tease him almost as much as I wanted relief for myself. I might always get what I wanted, but I knew how to wait for it. Patience was important in my line of work.

  I grabbed one of the chairs by the window, pulled it across the floor, and sat down at the end of the bed as I tossed the dildo to him along with a container of lube.

  “Take all the time you need to adjust to it, but every inch of that is going in you. I want to watch your hole swallow it and see the pretty phalange pressed against your ass while you work your cock, but don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”

  “I… um…”

  “I’m guessing other clients haven’t been as demanding or as specific, but I know what I like, and you’re going to give it to me.”

  “Yes, sir.” His shaky voice made my cock jump, and I had to remind myself why I needed to be patient.

  Henri took the lube, spread some on his cock, and stroked it slowly up and down, teasing the slit, milking his precum, and licking it off his thumb while his eyes met mine.

  “Good boy,” I said. “Now your ass.”

  He added more lube and then pressed a slick finger to his hole. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until his finger was all the way inside. His eyes went wide, and his mouth hung open. He worked it in and out several times before adding another.

  “Jerk yourself off while you stretch your ass,” I ordered.

  He wrapped his other hand around his cock and did as I said. His head tipped back, and he groaned as his fingers went deeper. He moved them in and out faster, stroking his cock with the same rough rhythm. The boy was ripe to be fucked. My hand drifted down to rub against the hard ridge of my cock as I shifted position, widening my legs.

  “Dildo now.” I demanded. I wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer to come all over him. I wanted to rub it into his skin, marking him as mine. I would be the first one to have his ass. If I hadn’t already been certain, I sure as hell was now. What I really wanted—crazy as it might sound—was to be the only one to ever have him. I wanted to keep him.

  He let his fingers slip from his ass before reaching for the dildo and sliding it over his hole, teasing me as much as himself.

  “Now,” I growled.

  He gasped when he started to push it inside.

  “Keep going.”

  “Y-yes, sir.”

  He gave himself a little more, then pulled it out.

  “Do not stop.”

  “I… Oh fuck.”

  “Touch yourself while you push it in. That will help.”

  I watched as he obeyed, working his shaft until he was fully hard once again. When he pressed the dildo against his ass once more, he sucked in his breath.

  “Open your legs wider.” I needed the best possible view. I stared as his ass stretched around the glass. It was so fucking hot. “How does it feel?”

  “Bigger than it should.”

  “Keep going. Take more.”

  He did. His eyes were squeezed tight, his jaw clamped, and the muscles of his thighs had to be rock hard from the tension in his body.

  “Don’t hold in all that pain and pleasure. Let me hear it.”

  He whimpered as he pushed deeper, then eased back, working the tip in and out a few times before pushing it back in.

  “Almost there.”

  He pulled it out again as he stroked his cock.

  “All the way this time.”

  “I…”


  “Don’t you dare tell me you can’t.”

  “I… I don’t know if—”

  “Eyes on me,” I demanded. “Push it in, and don’t stop.”

  His other hand stilled on his cock as he did what I said. I watched the dildo disappear deeper and deeper into his ass. He moaned as the fattest part stretched him and his ass closed around it, holding the glass phallus in place. The flange that pressed against him was decorated with little flowers suspended in the glass. He was fucking gorgeous. I wanted to take pictures of him posed on his hands and knees. He would be stunning.

  “Tell me how it feels now.”

  “It burns, but it also… I feel it against my prostate and… Fuck, I… want to come.”

  “Not yet. Not until I’m ready for it. Touch yourself, and keep going until I tell you to stop.”

  He did as he was told, panting and whimpering. I could see how hard he was fighting to hold himself back. Sweat dripped from his face and ran down his chest. When I felt sure he couldn’t hold back anymore, I barked out an order. “Stop now.”

  Henri pressed his hands to the mattress and stared at me. All pretense of seduction was gone from his face and the way he held his body. He was all raw need now, and he was all mine.

  “Pull the dildo out, then turn over and lie on your stomach.”

  He gasped and whimpered as he slowly removed the glass dick, laid it on the bed beside him, and turned over. As soon as he did, he began to thrust his hips against the sheets.

  I undressed as I enjoyed the show, and he turned his head to watch.

  “So fucking hot,” he murmured, words slurred as if he were drunk.

  I climbed onto the bed, crawling until I could straddle his legs and press my cock against the seam of his ass. I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his torso.

  He shook his head. “No, please.”

  I teased him, working my hips. He was slick with lube, and it would be so easy to slip inside his already stretched hole, but I had patience. I knew eventually I would have all of him.

  He struggled under me, trying to free himself, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed.

  He fought me harder. “You promised you wouldn’t… Please…”

  I’d enjoyed his earlier fear of my power, but this fear was too sharp, too real. I leaned over him, running my tongue along the shell of his ear. “Trust me. I don’t break my word.”

  I felt him shiver under me, but he quit fighting.

  “I want you to know what you’re missing.” I worked my hips again, sliding my cock between his ass cheeks. Seconds later, he started working his hips against the bed again. “You’re still not allowed to come until I tell you.”

  “Can’t,” he whined. “Can’t hold back.”

  “Yes, you can.” I lifted myself onto my hands and knees. “Turn over.”

  He continued to work himself against the bed. I slapped his ass hard enough to make him cry out. That had him scrambling to obey me.

  When he was on his back, I lowered myself once again, lining our cocks up so mine stroked over his. Henri gasped and arched up, trying to get more friction. I took hold of his hips and pushed them to the bed. “I’m controlling this.”

  “Please… Please let me come.”

  I didn’t respond. I just kept working myself against him. The pleasure was intense, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I let go of his hips, pinning his wrists again. He wrapped his legs around me and worked his cock against mine in the same fierce rhythm I was using.

  “You’re close, aren’t you?” I asked. “Barely able to hold on?”

  “Y-yes. Please.”

  I sat back, and he whimpered, reaching for me, trying to pull me back down by tugging with his legs. I let go of his wrists and clamped my hands around his inner thighs, pushing them to the bed before I took his cock in my hand.

  “Watch what I do to you.” I worked him faster and faster as he squirmed and begged. “Come for me now.” He arched up one final time and began to shoot, covering his chest with pulse after pulse of cum.

  When he relaxed against the mattress, thoroughly spent, I took my own cock in my hand and raised up onto my knees. Seconds later, I covered him with my own spunk. He was a fucked-out mess, and I loved it.

  I ran my fingers through the combined stickiness and held them up to his mouth.

  He accepted them with no hesitation, lapping at my fingers, running his tongue in between them, and sucking them as hard as he had my cock earlier.

  6

  Remington

  “That was fucking beautiful.” I believed in giving praise when it was due.

  “Thank you,” he said, the words shaky. “You really wore me out.”

  I glanced at the clock; it was nearly five a.m.

  “I’ll clean you up, then you can get some sleep.”

  “Wait,” he said, blinking as if trying to focus. “You want me to sleep here?”

  “What was our bargain?”

  “That I would stay until at least noon, but I thought…”

  “You need to sleep, and that’s what you’re going to do.”

  “Yes, sir.” Henri was mostly asleep by the time I came back with a warm, wet washcloth. I cleaned him up and tucked him into bed. He rolled over on his side and curled into a fetal position. I longed to spoon around him and run my fingers through his fiery hair, but I had business to attend to.

  I showered quickly, dressed, and found Henri’s phone in his pants. There was no wallet, but I found a driver’s license and cash between the phone and case. I texted one of my security personnel who was standing guard outside and told him to come in and make sure Henri didn’t leave. Then I headed to my office.

  I needed to check in. I didn’t dare bother my father at this hour. I would only do that in an emergency. My brothers, Lancelot and Corbin, might be sleeping, might be awake, might be drunk off their asses, but I didn’t care. They were going to have to get used to listening to me now that my father was mostly retired from running the family business.

  Our cousin Dax played almost as big a role as I did in our organization, so I summoned him as well. He and his brother, Ambrose, were twins. Their mom was Pop’s sister and their dad had disappeared before they’d been born. They’d been raised to join the family business, but Ambrose had joined the army at eighteen instead. When he came home, he retreated to a shack in the bayou that had belonged to his father, and I rarely saw him unless I needed his particular skill set.

  While I waited for all those assholes to arrive, I called Blackjack. He was a dealer for high-stakes games at a casino that was beholden to my family. In his spare time, he dealt in information. His computer skills were legendary. I gave him the info I had on Henri and told him to find everything he could. I expected results within the hour. I was anxious to know Henri wasn’t a spy so I could keep him.

  Lancelot, the middle brother of the three of us, arrived first, and as usual, he was in the company of Tony, his pet monkey. The two idiots went everywhere together.

  Tony and I had a mutual dislike for each other, but after numerous arguments with Lance, one of which resulted in him sporting a black eye, my brother and I had come to an uneasy truce. The monkey was allowed in my home as long as he stayed with Lance and didn’t go running off unsupervised. I’d rather have the whole Landry family in here than an autonomous monkey. At least I could kill the Landrys and no one would care.

  “What the fuck is so important it couldn’t wait until a decent hour?” Lance said in lieu of a greeting.

  I glared at him. “Try that again.”

  “Goddammit, Remy, do you have to be so fucking stuck on yourself?”

  “Are you challenging me?”

  He rolled his eyes. “I really liked you better when you weren’t in charge.”

  “Well, get used to it because Pop’s going to be taking less and less of a role. He deserves a nice retirement. He’s worked hard his whole life.”

  “So it’s your turn
to lord it over the rest of us?” Lance was thirty-two years old, but sometimes I didn’t think he’d changed a bit since he was fifteen. Would he ever grow up?

  “Change your attitude or get out.”

  “Out of your house or out of the family business?”

  “Both.”

  A few weeks ago, Lance had taken off without permission and had shown up on the private island of one of our allies. He was lucky he hadn’t gotten himself killed, and he’d managed to ingratiate himself with the men there by playing a pivotal role in the takedown of their enemies. Still, I had to figure out how to keep him in check. He wasn’t all trouble. His tracking skills were off the charts. He was a damn good fighter, and he had an excellent head for business when he used it.

  Lance sighed and flopped onto a stool at the kitchen island. Tony jumped from his shoulder onto his lap. He petted the little monkey’s head, and Tony preened. I refused to think Tony was cute. He was a little demon.

  “Have you got any fruit?” Lance asked.

  I stared at him, wondering if maybe he was high. “What?”

  “Fruit. Tony’s hungry.”

  “You want me to get a snack for your monkey?”

  “You don’t want him to be sad, do you?”

  It was easier to just give in. As I started to check to see if I still had some of Tony’s favorite mango chips, our much younger brother, Corbin, showed up. He was technically our half brother, but I never thought of him differently than Lance. Our stepmother was fantastic—the love of my dad’s life—and I’d never once resented her.

  Corbin was even more of a pain in the ass than Lancelot. He thought he knew way more than he did, which I suppose was normal for his age, though he was only one year younger than Henri, who’d shown none of Corbin’s immaturity, at least not in the time we’d spent together. Why did I already feel like I knew Henri so well?

  Lance was a ball of unrestrained energy, ready to fly off in any direction at any time, but he understood the seriousness of our actions. Corbin was far too undisciplined. I loved Pop and my stepmom, Marjorie, but they’d spoiled Corbin, and he needed to learn that in the real world there were serious consequences. It was going to fall to me to bring him to heel.