by Sierra Hill
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Holy shit.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She wasn’t even sure she could remain standing as soon as his mouth took violent possession of her core. The softness of his tongue, his mouth on her most private place, licking her into a frenzy. She had fought so hard for so long to keep her control and within seconds it was annihilated with the gentle lashing of his tongue.
Of course she’d heard things from her college friends about guys going down on them, but she’d never experienced it before, so she didn’t believe the hype. Seth hadn’t ever gone down on her and suggested that he thought it was distasteful so she never gave it much thought. But now experiencing it for the first time, with Remy between her legs, his mouth and lips doing hot and wild things to her, Kenzie finally knew her friends hadn’t exaggerated about the unbelievable sensations it created.
She could die a happy girl.
Her fingers threaded tightly through his hair, both for support and as a means of keeping him there, making sure he didn’t leave her hanging before she reached the top of the pinnacle. He was devouring her, and it felt so, so good. Every flick of his tongue circling her heat, sucking on her fevered center continued her ascent up to that promised point. The precipice of where she’d hurdle herself off the cliff and freefall into the sea of insanity.
“Remy…please, don’t stop.”
She felt him grin against her, and moaned loudly as he rubbed his chin harshly across her pelvic bone. The rumble of his chuckle sent shock waves against her belly.
“I won’t…don’t worry.”
She sighed and then gasped as he returned to his quest, this time with reinforcements. His lips continued their assault as he added his finger, sweeping first through her wetness and then plunging deep inside her. She couldn’t help but arch her back, tilting her hips closer to his face, moaning in absolute pleasure.
His finger stroked and his tongue teased, the sensations mounting and building inside her like an inferno waiting for an open door so that it could erupt out in a massive explosion of heat. She was so close to the edge – to falling apart and exploding in a climax so epic she didn’t know how she might endure. Her breathing intensified, and her body was telling her she wanted this, needed this, had to have this – now.
Just as he added another finger and circled his tongue, she became blinded by the most stunning orgasm of her life. She cried out his name as little white spots danced behind her eyelids. Every synapse was firing as the endorphins rushed through her bloodstream, singing out a blaring rendition of the Hallelujah chorus. Her body went rigid, her muscles contracting against the onslaught of pleasure. It was like jumping into the waves on a scorching summer day. Or that first delectable bite of chocolate cake after a month of diet deprivation.
Her ears rang with a white noise like nothing she’d ever heard – perhaps angels singing? - as her entire body vibrated in the aftershocks of her climax. A feeling of bliss washed through her limbs, and had she not already been sitting down, her knees would’ve buckled out from underneath her. She was startled from her haze by a low chuckle, and she looked down to see Remy’s eyes glittering and sexy smile on his face. She grinned back, leaning forward and throwing her hands onto his shoulders.
“Remind me again why we haven’t done this before now?”
He gave her a threatening glare and then laughed. “Because you’re stubborn.”
Remy stood, pulling her up against him so his erection pressed hard into her exposed center. Kissing her tenderly, the look in his eyes blazed with unleashed intensity. She could taste herself on his lips, and it made her want him even more.
“I want to fuck you, Kenz,” he said, bending to her jaw and running his lips down the curve of her neck. Kenzie took his hand and guided him down the hallway, stopping just short of their bedroom doors.
“My room or yours?”
She hoped that he had protection in his room, because she hadn’t needed any since she’d moved to Nashville. Although she’d remained on the pill, she knew Remy had been with other girls, even as recently as the other night. He likely had a supply conveniently stocked in his nightstand and she’d expect them to use it. She wasn’t naïve or stupid. She wouldn’t have unprotected sex unless she knew about Remy’s history.
The idea of his sexual history, and the woman of his past, as well as the girl from the other night brought a stir of jealousy to the surface, and she stiffened slightly, stalling in the doorway to his room.
As if reading her mind, he said, “Kenzie, I haven’t slept with anyone since I moved in with you.”
She sounded incredulous even to her own ears. “But – the other night – that girl, Jenna. You were with her.”
Remy moved in and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back against the wall as he did.
“No, I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t have sex with Jenna,” he shook his head emphatically, his hands rubbing her back reassuringly as he spoke. “She was so wasted when we left the bar, I only brought her back here to make sure she was safe that night. I never had any intention of sleeping with her - ever. I’ve only wanted you. You’d proven that you didn’t want me, so I wanted to make you jealous.” His eyes cast down in sorrow.
She bit her lip, scrunching up her nose in self-disgust. “You did make me jealous. I was so mad – at you and at myself for pushing you away. I pretended it didn’t matter. But you do matter to me, Remy. I’m really sorry that you thought I didn’t want you, because I do. So much. Will you forgive me?”
He bent his head down so that his forehead touched hers, his eyes smoldering with desire.
“How about I let you fuck the forgiveness out of me.” His mouth captured hers, and his tongue swept into her mouth. He tasted of sweet red wine, tangy with need, and their breaths mingled as he scooped her up and led her to his bed.
He pulled her cami off over her head and let out a hiss of satisfaction when his eyes cast over her naked body.
“God, Kenzie. If I haven’t mentioned it already – you are so beautiful,” he said, making a sweep of his tongue to the concave of her collarbone. “I want to kiss every inch of you.”
She realized then that she was the only one naked, as she grazed down Remy’s body, and decided to remedy that problem. She reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and slid her hands up the expanse of his back. She felt the rippling of his muscles - tightening against her fingertips as she pulled the hem of the shirt up and over his head. Unable to reach it from there, his arms took over the process, as she admired the view of his smooth and chiseled chest.
She circled one of his nipples with her fingertip, which immediately responded to her touch. Fanning her hands out across his sternum so her thumbs pointed inward toward each other, Kenzie lowered them further, spreading them out over the nubs of his ribs until they stopped at the waistband of his jeans. Fingering the button, she deftly unsnapped and unzipped, as he shuddered underneath her touch.
The material opened in a V-shape, and her hand burrowed through the elastic of his shorts, cupping over the hard bulge that sprang to life in her hand. Remy groaned deeply, giving her license to continue her assault. His length was smooth and hard, the tip a velvety cover which was moist with anticipation. Had she not had her sights on a bigger prize, she would have dropped down on her knees and slid her lips over him, taking him into her mouth, not letting go until he shuddered out his release.
Instead, she wanted him buried deep inside her so she could feel herself tighten around him as he came. She felt herself grow damp again, the delirious throbbing ache building and pooling, the swirl of anxious butterflies in her belly eager for his possession.
Her fist still gripped tightly over his rigid length, and she gasped as he swelled further in her palm. Her fingers began to stroke, finding a rhythm in her sensual ministrations. Remy’s own fingers found their way to her heated center, running up the hot wet seam of her arousal. He let out a low hiss between his teeth, his eyes flashing heavy w
ith approval.
She smiled provocatively. “I’m ready if you are.”
He merely grunted his response and made quick work of removing his jeans that had been bound at his ankles. He pushed her down gently so her ass hit the edge of the bed and he motioned toward the center.
“Scoot up and spread your legs so I can see every inch of you.” She did as he said and watched with fascinated interest as he opened up the drawer of his nightstand, returning with a condom in hand. Kenzie’s gaze flew to Remy’s hands – in one, the condom, and the other his straining cock. He stroked himself a few times, which sent an erotic thrill to her own sex. She’d never seen a man pleasure himself. It was the hottest. Thing. Ever.
Kenzie propped herself up on her elbows, entranced by the site before her – Remy sat back on his haunches, his hand working over his erect cock. She wanted to touch him again, to replace his hands with hers. Leaning up, she bent over at her waist, her tongue flicking over the tip of his penis. She tasted a mix of salty musk and male essence, and moaned at the taste. She peered up at his face to see his eyelids were hooded with desire as he slowly and lasciviously perused over her naked body.
She reached for the condom in his hand, pushing his hand off his cock, and rolling it down his ridged length. She lay back on the bed, as he leaned down over her body, his hands brushing lightly across her breasts, slowly moving down her ribs to her outstretched legs. She should have felt self-conscious and nervous, but his gaze penetrated her with warmth and desire. Remy’s hands caressed her inner thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin before he pressed her legs farther apart.
Just when she thought he would lower himself to make his entry, he bent to take her mouth into his, a gentle kiss that evoked a sensation unlike she’d ever felt. It held a mixture of sweet desire and yearning, the gesture so deeply genuine that her brain had to remind herself to hold on to her heart; otherwise he would soon possess it, along with her body and soul.
She broke the kiss, her breathing choppy and her voice hoarse. “Remy, I need you inside me.”
He pounced - moving with the speed of a jaguar jumping its prey, his hand guiding the head of his erection to her entrance. He teased her mercilessly, circling the tip and gliding it back and forth between her wet folds until with one swift movement he thrust deep into her core. Her body jerked in response as a gasp escaped her lips.
She moved her hips up to meet him, welcoming his fullness; adjusting to accommodate his size. He was so big. So huge. So incredible. The insatiable desire burned through her, frantically scorching her from the inside out. Her lungs let out a cry of relief from the sudden impact – the invasion that had her clenching around him in pure joy. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as the deep ache within her began to tumble and shake loose as his hips undulated against her.
His body dominated every inch of hers, swiveling in a slow but frenzied grind. Remy’s arm bent down behind her leg, latching on to the back of her thigh and drawing it up toward her head.
Oh God, so much deeper! Yet, even though he seemed to be embedded as far as he could possibly go, she still wanted more. Kenzie bucked up against him, throwing her head back on the pillow, her fingers digging into his ass to drive him deeper.
He continued to move, his hips pumping in and out in a frantic exploration; his warm hands gripping her hips, moving inside her slow and sure. Letting go of her leg, his hand moved up to take possession of her arms, pinning them above her head. His fingers slid through hers, curving over her fists to control their joining. What should have sent waves of terror through body due to the strikingly similar way that Seth had once imprisoned her in - this time with Remy it wielded only lust.
Their eyes locked, his intense blues searching her endless green. She lifted her head off the mattress, her lips reaching to find his, her mouth latching on to his. Once found, she sucked him in deep, a tortured moan escaping her mouth. He tasted so intoxicatingly good.
His hand squeezed hers, still planted above her head, as he continued a pattern of thrusts. He pulled out and then slammed back in to the hilt, creating the first wave of her climax to escalate through her body. The tingling sensation beginning in her legs, climbing ecstatically higher until an intense explosion tore through her, causing her to scream out his name in pure pleasure. Her eyes had closed during the powerful eruption, and as the intensity subsided she opened them again, her vision filled with Remy’s beautifully tortured face – her name a reverent hiss on his tongue as he shuddered his own release.
Their breathing ragged, bodies covered with a sheen of sweat, it took several moments before she was able to form a coherent thought. Her fingers were tingling and numb when he released her hands, bringing her knuckles to his lips for a gentle kiss. She sighed, feeling warmth travel down to her curled toes. She hadn’t felt this amazing for…well, for a very long time.
Remy smiled down at her and rolled over to his side. His sudden departure from her body left her naked and cold, forcing her to search out the sheet to cover herself. She shivered in response.
“Are you okay?” His head rolled to the side as he looked her over. He was so beautiful, his dark features shadowed by the minimal light in the room.
Kenzie closed her eyes to avoid looking into his, the reality of their intimacy finally hitting her. There was no doubt that the sex with Remy was the best she’d ever had. Hands down. He was incredibly giving and an unselfish lover. He made her feel confident and sexy, taking the time to pleasure every part of her.
But now that it was over and he lay next to her in all his naked glory, she began to question how this would even work between them going forward. She knew she didn’t want to get involved, but she didn’t think she’d be able to be that girl who just had casual fuck’s with her roommate. So lying would be the easiest way to move on.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Totally.”
“Good,” he murmured, pressing his lips against her temple before sitting up, throwing his feet on the floor. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
Kenzie watched him retreat into the hallway bathroom, the one that they shared, as the overhead light lit up the room, casting a soft glow against his perfect ass; then she was quickly encased back into the dark as the door closed behind him. She rolled over on her side with a muffled groan, burying her head in the pillow. She breathed in deeply, letting his scent-filled sheets wrap her in a warm cocoon of post-coital bliss.
Despite her better judgment and against all the rules she had clearly outlined before moving in with him, she couldn’t make herself move. She grimaced, mentally chastising herself for being so easily charmed into falling for him. She knew better than that! This was exactly what she was hoping to prevent from happening – not only the awkwardness of the after-sex intimacy but also the burning and difficult to answer “where do we go from here” question.
She could think of only two options to handle this impending complication. The first was to extricate herself as quickly as she could from the mess that was bound to occur and pretend it never happened. Just try to act normal and go about her every day routine wherever Remy was concerned.
The second option was to face the consequences with as much grace as she could muster. This solution would certainly expose her to the hurt and pain that would inevitably come once he’d decided he got what he wanted and left her for someone better. It would ruin the friendship they’d forged over the last few months.
Worse yet, now that they’d been intimate, he might turn out to be just like Seth, who at first was loving and sweet, but then turned cruel and jealous. One thing she’d learned from her first romantic relationship was that you never truly knew what’s underneath the mask that another person wore.
Deciding she just couldn’t cope with the emotions she was feeling at the moment, Kenzie decided to return to her own bedroom before Remy got back into bed with her. Spending the entire night in his bed, wrapped up in his heat would surely be her demise.
Jumping off the bed, she quick
ly began to pick up her discarded clothing that was strewn across the floor. Dammit, she couldn’t find her underwear. She pulled up the bottom of the bed sheet and peered underneath, just as she heard the water faucet shut off in the bathroom.
Screw it. She’d have to find them later.
Rounding the corner, she stumbled out the door and hit a broad, smooth and very warm wall. She gasped a startled breath into the chest of a very male obstruction.
“Going somewhere?” he smirked, placing his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back into his room. “Cause I thought this would be an all-night thing.”
Shit. She was caught in the act. Kenzie shrugged him off and gingerly stepped around him, trying to come up with something to say that was close to the truth, but didn’t reveal everything.
“Oh, well…I need to get ready for bed. Early day tomorrow.”
She kept her head down, eyes cast to the floor, avoiding his sharply inquisitive stare. He moved to stand in front of her, his hands sliding down her bare arms which were tightly clutching her bundle of clothes. Her body said “Yes, please touch me!” but her brain told her to “Do not engage. Don’t be a fool.”
“Right. I forgot,” he offered quietly, dropping his hands. “Well, you could still sleep in my bed tonight. I don’t mind.”
The lump in her throat felt like a massive boulder, blocking her airwaves and preventing her from speaking. She was literally choking on the lie that was bubbling to the surface – the one where she would tell him that she wasn’t a cuddler and preferred to sleep alone. God, could this be any more FUBAR? Already this was a mistake and was screwing things up between them. And the possibility of sleeping with him in his bed, all night long? Spooning, cuddling, and possibly fucking him again? It would only make matters worse. A speeding train to problem-ville. A very big problem. Complications galore. No way would she go there.
Shaking her head, confirming her final decision - if not more for herself then him - she stepped back to create some distance. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m sorry. I sleep better by myself.”
