by Sierra Hill
Hundreds of moments flashed before her eyes as she carefully watched him from her spot in the back of the room: Remy’s sexy grin when she caught him looking at her breasts one morning their first week together. His earnest plea when he asked her to move in with him. The protective embrace he’d wrapped her in when they found her apartment invaded. The sympathetic understanding when she told him about her cherished guitar being stolen.
And now, here he was, mixing their first demo as a musical duo – sharing this opportunity with her that she would have otherwise not had. And what had she been doing? Silently accusing him of being a stalker? Worrying that he wasn’t at all who he appeared to be?
She’d learned the hard way that a person she thought she knew – could out of the blue begin to show their true colors and turn into a hateful, vile creature. At least, that was her experience with Seth. And her father, although not abusive, made it very clear to Kenzie that he was disappointed and disapproving of her accusations against her boyfriend. He cut her off and threw their father/daughter relationship to the curb. It broke her heart.
It was her grandmother who’d warned Kenzie that when she gave her heart and love away, she was also giving them the ability to shatter her heart. The mending process was the only thing in her control. Kenzie was the only one who held the key to her own happiness and could choose whether to forgive and forget. Moving forward would be impossible if she didn’t let go of the past and all the injustices she felt had been done to her. Wasn’t there a song about letting it go? Surely she could relate to that.
She watched Remy with interest as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers feathering through his dark hair, humming along to their song. He turned to her then and gave her a wide grin, opening his arms to invite her in. Hesitating for a moment, she walked into his embrace, letting him envelope her in the warmth of his body heat.
“You want to help me?” Remy asked, tilting his head to look up at Kenzie’s curious eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking what we recorded and mixing it – to make sure all the sounds meld together congruently.”
She shrugged in diffidence. “I don’t know what that means.”
He grabbed her waist and tugged her down to sit on his lap, leaning over her shoulder to play with the buttons and knobs on the mixing console.
“Mixing is just like you do in the kitchen when you cook. You take all the ingredients, in this case, our vocals and instrumentals, and blend them by adjusting the volumes to make the sound you want to hear in the recording.”
His breath tickled her ear as he continued instructing her on the studio process. She swallowed her nervousness to tamp down the urge to turn around and kiss him full on the mouth.
“It’s typically a good idea to have someone other than the musician do the mixing and mastering of the recordings since we musicians tend to be too close to the music. But in this case, I’m pretty well versed in it and have a damn good ear,” he snickered, nabbing a quick bite on her earlobe. “So we’ll edit the playbacks and do some EQing and compressing to make sure the sound is clean. Exciting, right?”
She nodded her head in agreement. Exciting was an understatement. Being this close to Remy, listening to him talk animatedly about the digital equipment, hardware and software and the process in general had her heart beating wildly in her chest. Every once in a while she’d glance at him surreptitiously from the side, watching his facial expressions as his hands expertly maneuvered over the vast grid of control knobs, channels and faders.
Yeah, she was turned on. This man encompassed all the aspects of the perfect guy. Sweet, sexy, thoughtful, hotter-than-hell, musically gifted. She was in over her head but didn’t seem to mind any longer. Giving in to her amorous urge, she shifted in his lap so her mouth was inches from his. Remy’s deep blue eyes gleamed in surprise and then closed when she cupped his face in her hands, pressing her lips to his mouth and kissing him deeply.
The kiss was hungry and consuming. As it increased in tempo and intensity, she released him briefly, nodding her head toward the couch behind them.
“I want to feel you inside me again.” Reaching down to his lap, she palmed his already growing length and stroked him through his jeans. “You up for that?” She grinned at her own innuendo.
He let out a deep chuckle, reaching behind her to cup her butt, pushing her hard against his erection. “What do you think?”
“I think you should get naked on that couch over there so I can straddle your lap and ride you into oblivion.”
“Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty.”
Chapter Seventeen
Remy stood, clasping his hands underneath Kenzie’s bottom, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried her over to the couch before setting her down in front of him. He thanked his lucky stars that no one else was in the studio today. He didn’t think he’d have been able to control himself otherwise.
Kenzie’s hands found his fly, unbuttoning and tugging his zipper down, making quick work of divesting him of the denim obstacle. He gave her a hand by pushing his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, stepping out of them and tugging his T-shirt over his head. Her emerald eyes held his gaze before turning her attention back to his chest. She looked ravenous as her mouth parted, leaning in to place wet kisses across his pecs, at the same time her hand reached down to cup his steely erection.
He hissed when she began to stroke him from the base to the tip, wrapping him in a tight fist. He couldn’t stop the surge of blood that flowed south, his pelvis pushing forward into her tight grip, his cock pulsing thickly.
“You’re so hard already,” she cooed, her continued movement sending him out of his mind with lust. “I like that.” She licked her lips, wetting them with her intentions.
“I’m always hard for you.”
Kenzie playfully pushed at his chest, knocking him backward onto the couch cushions. The dark and determined look in her eyes made him swell with desire. Nestling back into the cushions he let his hands rest languidly along the side of his thighs. She touched the tops of his knees and pressed outwardly, making room for her to settle in between them. He loved giving her the reins and seeing her take over. She was so sensual and responsive, so eager to please him.
Remy watched her between hooded lids as she bent down to take him in her mouth. Everything else ceased to exist at that moment – all the hassles with his job, the upcoming visit with his dad, the questions remaining about what this was between the two of them. It didn’t matter in that moment because she gave him all she had.
His hand reached down to cover hers, showing her how he wanted to be handled – harder - and then he let go as she licked, sucked and teased him. His breathing intensified, his heart rate careening like a runaway train as he fucked her mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying every ounce of the build-up as he grew closer and closer to the edge.
Remy gripped the back of her head tightly, threading his fingers through her silky blonde tresses. He wanted to come so bad, but wanted to be deep inside her when he did. Pulling back and out of her mouth, he grinned down when he saw the confusion on her face.
“You said you were going to ride me to oblivion. What are you waiting for?”
He reached to undress her, hastily throwing her tank and skirt down to the floor. When she was naked, save only her panties and bra, his steady hands pulled off her underwear so she was completely naked and yearning for him.
Remy gripped between her thighs, his thumbs sliding up the smooth and toned insides of her legs, up to the curve of her pelvic bone, tracing over the V-shape of her body before landing on her hips. He jerked her forward and had her unsteady as he nudged her legs open for him. He leaned in, his nose and mouth connecting with her sex. He breathed in her arousal – she smelled sweet and tantalizing - and his lips gently touched her flesh, reveling in the dampness he found there.
His thumbs circled and parted her folds, his tongue flicking out into the slickest part of her, sl
iding through her wetness. Her body quivered at the first contact with his tongue. It made him feel like a fucking king to give her the same pleasure she gave him.
“Should I make you come with my tongue before you ride my cock?”
She squirmed against him, yanking at the ends of his hair in desperation. “Oh God, quit talking…just do it.”
He chuckled darkly against her center, his tongue sweeping up through her seam and flicking the most sensitive part that was dying for his attention. This girl made him insane with lust – he was insatiable and could never get enough of her. He’d just come inside her less than an hour before and he couldn’t wait to fill her again.
His tongue continued to flick and caress, changing tempo and direction in time with her lustful moans. His dick throbbed against his own stomach, aching with an urgent need to be buried inside her sweet heat. The flat of his tongue lapped against her as he felt her legs begin to tremble.
“Get there, baby. Let me hear you.”
No sooner had he said the words, and returned to suck hard against her sensitive nub when she cried out his name in pleasured relief.
“Remy…so good. Oh my God, so, so good.”
Her body convulsed beautifully, as he continued to plant kisses on her inner thighs, hips and belly, keeping his face close to her warmth. She smelled and tasted so good, her skin now glistening and drenched from his mouth. He trailed a finger between her legs, up her torso and circled her nipple, spreading the wetness around the pink center before gently kneading her breast and covering the pebbled tip with his mouth.
He dropped his hands back to her ass, positioning her bent knees along the sides of his hips, and over his hard cock. He was poised at her wet entrance, the heat radiating from her center, calling to him like a siren. Leaning back so he was better angled for her to take him, he looked up, their eyes connecting, just before he spread her cheeks and plunged in with a loud groan. Her own sexy gasp had him swelling to epic proportions, moving him from zero to sixty in warp speed.
Oh fuck, she was heaven.
He’d never felt it this good before. She was so hot, tight and wet, fitting him perfectly. He ran his hands from her ass up her back, feeling her shiver underneath him. He touched her everywhere. Her neck, her shoulders, collarbone, lush breasts and soft, curving belly before bringing his hands to her small hips. Digging his fingers in roughly, he began to show her the rhythm and pace he was looking for.
“You ready to ride me, baby? I want you to fuck me so hard neither one of us will be able to stand after we’re done.”
Kenzie bucked against him and laughed. “Giddy-up, cowboy.” And then he spanked her ass cheek.
Her mouth flew open in surprise, and she cocked an eyebrow. He waited, his hand stilling, feeling the heat from her skin. He wanted to see what kind of response he’d get from her and whether she liked his erotic teasing. He watched in awe as her face transformed into pure pleasure. She moaned, grinding on top of him, speeding up the tempo and arching her back. Yeah, she liked that.
“Do it again,” she rasped.
His hand pulled back and slapped her bare ass again before he rubbed over the spot that was sure to leave a mark. She rocked harder, grinding against his pelvis, pinpointing the exact location where she needed stimulation.
Remy reached between their joined bodies, pressing his thumb lightly on her sensitive nub, circling and flicking. She dug her knees into his hips, and he felt her inner walls beginning to squeeze and contract. The flush across her skin, the heaviness of her breasts and her shallow breaths were dead a give-away to her impending climax – his own in the not-so-far-off distance.
Kenzie moved and glided as he pumped up and down, in and out, enjoying the tortured crescendo of ecstasy that was building like a concerto through his body. Her hands stroked his shoulders, his torso; her nails scraped across his pecs as she continued to climb and explore her own release. He wanted to give her all that he had, everything he’d been feeling for her since the moment he laid eyes on her.
He reached between their joined bodies, looking down at the insanely hot picture they made with her grinding against him, riding his cock like she owned it. The thought barreled through his mind, hitting him in the center of his chest like a battering ram. Yes, she did own him. He was all hers, for however long she wanted him. Forever, if he had anything to do with it.
She pressed against his thumb, as it circled and swirled, the evidence of her own arousal right at his fingertips. Then she stilled above him, her eyes closing tight, lips parted as he could see the flood of passion wash over her face, bringing her into that perfect bliss.
The way she gripped him during her orgasm had him coming simultaneously. “Ah fuck, I’m right with you,” he said, thrusting twice more before coming deep inside her.
Remy tightened his grip around her back, his face pressed up between her breasts like she was his lifeline. Her pulse was frantic but beginning to slow with the long intake and exhales of air she breathed in and out. She fell limply against him, her hands gliding through his hair, the sensual strokes prolonging the post-coital moment.
“Le petit mort,” he sighed, his lips kissing the small indentation of her throat.
Kenzie pulled back from him. “What does that mean?”
“It means ‘little death’. It’s a euphemism for the feeling you get after an orgasm. You know, it supposedly represents what a person experiences just as they’re passing into the other side – that perfect surrender and realization of heaven.”
“Hmm.” She kissed him on his neck before sitting up, gently releasing him from her body. She stood, reaching for her discarded clothing and slipping on her tank before grabbing his briefs and jeans.
Leaning forward, she handed him his clothing and watched him as he slid them up over his legs and wiggled them on. He stood up and reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips.
Placing a soft kiss on her knuckles, he grinned. “I’ve found my heaven.”
She scoffed. “Where? Between my thighs?”
“Well, yeah…there,” Remy laughed. “And in your arms, and your mouth, and maybe someday your ass.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Kenzie teasingly slugged him on his shoulder, pretending to be offended. “In your perverted dreams.”
He reached to palm her cheeks before she had the time to put on her panties. He squeezed and kneaded, bringing his mouth to her ear. “You have no idea how vivid my dreams can be when you’re in them. And your perfect ass always takes center stage.” He bit her earlobe before releasing her. Kenzie’s cheeks were rosy and more than a little flushed.
“Does that embarrass you? To know that you’ve starred in all of my fantasies over the last few months? That I think about you on all fours in front of me, letting me do whatever I want with you? And all along you’ve been lying in your bedroom every night right next to mine, unaware of my secret fantasies?”
She tugged her skirt up, zipping and buttoning it in the front before flipping it around to the back. He worried he may have pushed her with his admission – but hell, it was the truth. She made him crazy horny and was his every fantasy come true.
“Did you, um…get off during those fantasies?” she asked, the shyness in her voice apparent.
Remy knew very little about her previous sexual experiences or relationships, but she didn’t strike him as a wild girl. He saw flashes of her innocence rear up every once in a while, even when she tried to hide it from him. It confused him why she’d work to cover it up. He found it refreshing and unlike other girls he’d been with in the past. There were times she seemed reserved and uncertain – making him all the more determined to show her everything.
He’d backed her up now to the corner of the soundboard table, leaning into her soft, pliable body – the smell of sex on her skin. His mouth hovered an inch from hers, Kenzie’s breath mixing with his.
“Every single fucking time,” he responded, giving her a soft peck on her lips. “But nothing has compared
to the real thing. Absolutely nothing.”
Chapter Eighteen
Watching Sunday football games on TV had never been quite so good.
Kenzie sat on the couch next to Remy, feeling a sense of contentment, his arm draped securely over her shoulder, his fingers idly playing with her hair. They sent shivers down her spine every time they dipped under the back of her shirt collar, teasing her skin and making her squirm in anticipation of more.
Even that single, innocent touch could send her mind reeling back to the last few days they’d been together. They’d spent every free minute recording the finishing touches on their demo, listening to their final product that made her heart skip in time to the music. She was so proud of the work they collaborated on – the way it all came to fruition, and the sensual sound of their combined voices echoing in her ears.
Their music also flooded her with images of their bodies wrapped up in one another – in his bed, over the back of their couch, at the kitchen sink earlier that morning. The longing ache between her legs intensified now at the memory of Remy unexpectedly stepping in behind her, wearing only his boxers, while she washed out her cereal bowl, gripping her hips to press his thick arousal against her before taking her from behind.
God, that was so hot.
She’d been overwhelmed at the level of attraction she felt for Remy. He was so incredibly sexy – with his dark bearded stubble, long intense lashes, square jaw and marine-blue eyes that pierced through her every time he looked at her. She’d fought so hard to keep from getting involved and now she questioned why she was ever so scared? He was always open about his feelings with her and obviously cared about her well-being. And that was something she’d never experienced before.
