by Paige Tyler
She started to reach behind her back for the clasp on her bra, more than ready to get completely naked in front of him, but Remy caught her hand.
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to look at you.”
She should have been self-conscious standing there against the wall in her underwear while a guy ogled her, but the way Remy gazed at her, drinking her in like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, made her believe she actually was.
Locking eyes with her, he stepped closer and leaned one hand against the wall beside her head. A playful smile curving his mouth, he lifted his free hand and traced a finger down her half-naked body, starting at her neck, then gliding along the edges of her delicate bra, before skimming over her taut abs to tease the waistband of her panties. She sagged into the wall, her body pulsing all over from his touch.
When Remy finally took her hand and led her over to the bed, Triana realized she’d never been more ready to sleep with anyone.
She generally followed a basic rule when it came to having sex with a guy. It wasn’t as rigid as one of those three-date things, though. She simply liked to get to know a man before letting sex cloud the situation.
But she had known Remy long before running into him at that club last night. In some crazy way, it was like she’d been waiting for this moment since high school. The idea that they needed to slow down and take their time was silly. If anything, she was kicking herself for not looking Remy up years ago. If she had, she could have been with this amazing guy all along.
When they stopped by the bed, Triana unbuttoned his shirt, dragging it out of his pants at the same time, then tossing it aside. Remembering how he’d gazed at her earlier, she took her time admiring the perfection that was Remy Boudreaux.
Damn, he was sinfully gorgeous.
Triana moved closer, slowly running her hands over his thick pecs, sculpted deltoids, and oh-so-lickable abs, then back up again. She slowed so she could examine the tattoo on the left side of his chest. He was so tall that it was practically at eye level for her. The tattoo was a shaggy-headed wolf with intense eyes. Above the wolf, the word SWAT stood out in strong, bold letters. Even though she knew very little about tattoos, she knew enough to recognize that this one was exquisitely done.
She leaned forward to trace her lips along the lines of the wolf-head tattoo, smiling as his muscles trembled in response to her touch. Clearly he liked it when she did that. She’d have to make a note of it.
While the SWAT part of the ink was self-explanatory, she wasn’t quite sure what the wolf represented. She opened her mouth to ask him what the deal was with it when she caught sight of a scar on the right side of his chest, almost directly above his nipple. There was a star-shaped indentation in the middle with three long, straight lines radiating from the center of it.
As she moved closer—disguising her inspection by kissing and nibbling along the way—she realized the lines had tiny, almost imperceptible dots on either side of them. Working in a medical examiner’s office, she immediately recognized the dots as marks left by surgical staples.
She was tempted to ask him when the injury had occurred but decided against it. Now was definitely not the best time to discuss a subject like that, not when they were in the process of getting naked and naughty.
Setting her curiosity aside for the moment, she focused her attention on the man in front of her instead of his scar. That wasn’t difficult to do. Remy was absolutely mesmerizing.
Gliding her hands down his abs, she got her fingers in his belt and began unbuckling it. He helped, kicking off his shoes and shoving down his pants.
She was pleased to see that his legs were just as muscular and sexy as the rest of him. In fact, there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t hunky. If the bulge in his underwear was any indication, things were only going to get better.
With a groan, Remy tugged her close and kissed her, his mouth making her dizzy as his hands slipped around behind her to undo the hooks on her bra. The garment went sailing and then she was reveling in the sensation of her sensitive nipples rubbing against his muscular chest.
She was so busy moaning against his mouth she almost missed it when his hands slid down her back and skimmed her panties over her hips. If it wasn’t for the wetness grazing the inside of her thighs as the tiny scrap of material fell to the floor, she probably wouldn’t even have known she was completely naked.
Remy’s big hands returned to her ass, squeezing and massaging, making her whimper. She pulled away to look at him. “Okay, full disclosure time. I really like when you touch my butt.”
He gave her a wicked smile as he tightened his grip on her bottom. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”
Drunk from his kisses, Triana melted against him, loving the feel of his strong hands exploring her body. But as he teased her breasts, then went back to caressing her ass again, it occurred to her that she was being selfish. How fair was it for her to be getting all the attention, while Remy’s poor shaft was still trapped in his underwear? It was time to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
Pulling away, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Without a word, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and carefully slid them down over his erection. It took a little work, since they clearly hadn’t been intended to contain everything Remy was packing. But with care and patience, she was finally able to set him completely free.
After she had his underwear all the way down his thighs, she took the opportunity to sit back on her heels and take him all in. Remy’s cock was long, thick, and more beautiful than she could ever have imagined. It throbbed and pulsed in front of her, and as she watched, a glistening little bead formed at the tip, beckoning her forward.
Triana reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, rubbing her hand up and down his length a few times before leaning forward to take him in her mouth.
Remy let out what sounded like a growl as she dipped her head, taking him as deep as she could. She moaned in appreciation as his masculine essence coated her tongue. She’d never tasted anything like that in her life… It was almost intoxicating in its effect on her.
She slid her mouth up to the tip, then back down, alternating between deep-throating and quick little butterfly flicks of her tongue along the underside of his sensitive head. Remy slid his fingers into her hair, urging her on.
Triana had intended to simply tease him to show him just how much she enjoyed all the things he’d been doing to her, but now that she was down there, she didn’t want to stop. The idea of getting to taste all of him was definitely enticing, especially since she’d get to make him hard all over again. Was there anything not great about that?
But as she tightened her hand around his shaft, working it up and down in rhythm with her mouth, Remy apparently decided he wasn’t going to let her have her way. One moment, she was kneeling on the floor with him in her mouth; the next, he was tugging her to her feet and spinning her around to face the bed. A split second later, he wrapped his big, strong arms around her, trapping her against his chest…and his extremely hard cock.
She stilled as she felt his hardness pressing against the top of her ass and lower back and pulsing with arousal. Slowly turning her head, she looked over her shoulder, catching sight of him out of the corner of her eye. Her breath caught at the hungry, almost predatory look on his face. She’d been going to say something witty about how it was impolite to interrupt a woman while she was working, but one look at the expression on his face changed her mind.
Foreplay was over, and things were about to get very serious.
“There are condoms in my purse,” she whispered softly.
Remy nodded but made no move to let her go. Instead, he glided one hand up her belly to cup her left breast while the other moved around to slip between her legs.
Triana let her head fall back against his chest, gasp
ing as he began to tease her nipple and clit at the same time. Her body’s response to his touch was immediate and intense, catching her completely off guard. A few little circles of his finger on that most sensitive part of her anatomy made her tingle like crazy. The way he squeezed her nipple and massaged her breast only made the sensation that much more intense, and within moments, she felt like she was on the verge of coming.
But just as she was about to climax, Remy stopped. She opened her mouth to complain, but before she could say anything, she felt a hand on her shoulder, nudging her forward until she was bent over at the waist. She automatically placed her hands on the mattress, which put her in the most provocative position possible.
Triana threw a glance over her shoulder to see Remy regarding her with a serious smolder in his eyes. If she hadn’t known any better, she’d have thought they were about to glow.
She gave him a sexy smile. “See something you like back there?”
The corners of Remy’s mouth edged up. “Definitely.”
Stepping closer, he trailed a hand up her outer thigh, then along her right hip, and across the curve of her bottom. He traced his fingers over each cheek, making her skin tingle and her legs tremble. Soon enough, the light caresses became a sensual massage, and she let out a husky moan.
Behind her, Remy chuckled softly. “You weren’t kidding when you said you liked me to touch your ass, were you?”
All she could do was shake her head. Between the light, teasing caresses and firm, possessive squeezes, words were beyond her right then. And when Remy wasn’t doing either of those things, he’d slip his fingers down to play with her pussy. He was teasing her so much she was surprised she wasn’t a puddle on the floor already.
Triana was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment that she barely realized he’d slipped away to grab the condom until she heard him tear the foil wrapper. She glanced over her shoulder, watching as he got himself ready. She wondered for a moment if she should climb up on the bed, but the hunger in Remy’s eyes as he looked at her gave her all the answer she needed. He wanted to take her just like this, and that was exactly what she wanted too.
Stepping up behind her, Remy got a tight grip on her hips, holding her steady as he positioned himself at her wet opening. He moved carefully, almost gently, making sure she was completely ready for him as he slowly slid in. She gasped as his thickness spread her wide, making her legs tremble and her body quiver.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Instead of plunging deep, Remy pulled out a little, giving her several short, almost tender thrusts, going deeper each time. While it felt spectacular, it was also a sweet torture. Triana bit her lip to keep from screaming in frustration. She’d been ready for him since they’d walked into the room and she was in no mood to be treated gently.
Triana reached back with one hand, trying to grab his hip and encourage him to thrust harder, but Remy chuckled and caught her wrist in one of his big hands, gently but firmly pinning it behind her back, continuing his slow movements.
“Patience, Triana,” he murmured softly. “We’re just getting started.”
She threw him an exasperated look over her shoulder. “I thought you would have remembered from back in high school that I’ve never had patience with anything.”
“Then it’s a good time to start, because I’m not rushing this, no matter how much you want me to,” Remy told her.
Since words weren’t going to sway him, Triana went with another tactic—shoving back unexpectedly and sending his cock nice and deep.
Remy groaned. “You are so bad.”
He released her wrist so he could grip her hips in both hands again. Then he slid out a little. He probably thought he could control her movements better that way.
“Maybe you just bring out the bad in me,” she said, planting her hands firmly on the mattress and thrusting back again.
With his strong hands grasping her hips, the move didn’t work as well this time, but it was still enough to sink another inch or two of his hard shaft inside her, eliciting another groan from Remy. He tightened his hold on her hips, trying to keep her under control.
Like that was going to happen.
Triana opened her mouth to tell him as much, but all that came out was a gasp as he slid out and plunged back in, burying himself fully inside her and touching places she hadn’t even known existed.
That felt ah-mazing.
“So, you think I bring out your inner bad girl, huh?”
Remy’s voice was low, almost rough, in her ear, and she realized that he’d leaned over when she hadn’t been paying attention. She’d been so focused on the overwhelming sensations racing through her that she hadn’t even felt him move. But as his warm breath stirred her hair, she felt goose bumps spring up all over her body.
“Yes,” she told him softly. “It’s all your fault.”
He chuckled. “Well, if that’s the case, maybe I should see just how bad you can be.”
Triana didn’t answer. She had no idea what he meant by that, but she was more than willing to find out.
Straightening up, Remy jerked his cock out and plunged all the way back in, thrusting so hard that his hips smacked against her ass with an audible sound. Triana cried out her pleasure, clutching the blanket as he began to pound into her over and over so deliciously hard that stars sparkled behind her closed eyes.
Her body wasn’t simply tingling now. It was ablaze.
It wasn’t just the feel of his cock inside her, though that was definitely enough to make her lose her mind. There was also the erotic sensation of his strong hands holding her captive and the sting of his hips smacking against her ass, not to mention the animalistic sounds Remy made. All of those things came together to shove her toward an orgasm that she instinctively knew was going to be more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced.
When her climax finally hit, it wasn’t gradual and it wasn’t tame. It was like a tidal wave, and for a moment, Triana feared it might wash her away. But at the same time, she reveled in pleasure so overwhelming and pure that she nearly cried at its beauty and intensity.
The crest peaked, then rose even higher, going on and on until her arms gave out and she was forced to bury her face in the blanket and cry out as her body spasmed in pure bliss.
She lost track of time for a while. Hell, she lost track of everything. But at some point after her orgasm subsided, she felt Remy slide out and pick her up in his arms.
She got her bearings back about the time her ass came down on something hard. She looked around and realized she was sitting on the low dresser on the other side of the room from the bed. Remy was standing between her spread legs with a hungry expression on his face that told her they weren’t done yet. Triana glanced down and saw that he was still hard.
He scooted her to the edge of the dresser and spread her legs wide, moving closer at the same time. The dresser put her at the perfect height for him to stand there and slide in. Even better, in this position, they’d be able to gaze into each other’s eyes the entire time.
Damn, he was good.
Remy’s eyes never left hers as he lifted her legs a bit, so he could get his cock exactly where he wanted it, then nudged himself inside until he was once again buried deep. Her breath hitched. This position felt so completely different than being bent over the bed. Triana wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles together behind his back, squeezing him tightly and pulling him in even more.
He didn’t thrust right away. Instead, he slid his hand into her long hair, brushing it away from her face and tracing the edge of his thumb along her jawline.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” he whispered softly.
Triana could only shake her head, overwhelmed at the sincerity in his eyes. She had never felt more beautiful in her whole life than she did at that moment.
He leaned forward and kissed her, his mouth capturing hers, then trailing along her jaw and over to her ear as he began to pump in and out of her pussy in a gentle rocking motion.
Even though she’d just had the strongest orgasm of her life not more than five minutes ago, Triana quickly discovered that her body was ready for more. Even these slow, measured thrusts were enough to make her tingle all over again.
Remy took his time, his hand tightening in her hair as he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her nearly senseless. She gave as good as she got, sometimes letting her tongue tangle with his, other times nibbling his neck and shoulder, something he seemed to like if the sounds he was making were any indication.
All at once, Remy began to move faster. Triana gripped the front edge of the dresser and tightened her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as the dresser thumped against the wall of the hotel. Please let the room next door be empty, she prayed. She really didn’t want this moment interrupted.
She was in heaven as another orgasm approached, but then her entire definition of heaven was readjusted when Remy reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands, then jerked her a few inches off the dresser and pounded into her.
When Remy buried his face into the curve where her neck met her shoulder and said her name long and low in her ear, that trumped any orgasm high she’d ever had—even the one she’d experienced a few minutes ago.
She felt Remy tense inside her, felt his hands grip her ass harder as he poured himself into her. Something melted inside her then. She couldn’t really describe it any other way, but she knew this moment was going to be special for the rest of her life.
It was a bizarre and likely lust-induced feeling that made absolutely no sense. Yet she was sure of its significance all the same.
Remy half groaned, half growled, slamming into her a few more times and extending both of their orgasms just a little bit further. Knowing she was giving him as much pleasure as he was giving her brought tears to her eyes.
