by Sierra Hill
The close proximity of living together, the bond they had established over the last month, now coupled with the intimacy of their physical closeness was too much for him. He wanted her with a force that was threatening to be his undoing.
Remy pulled back from her slightly, placing his hand underneath her chin to tip Kenzie’s head up to look him in the eye. Although it was dark and loud, he could see the mirror image of his own lust written all over her beautiful face. Her lips parted in invitation of his own. Remy was aware of their surroundings, though, and knew if he started with a kiss, it would only lead to something bigger. He’d need more than what they’d had on the couch earlier that day.
He bent to give her a chaste kiss and then gestured with his head toward the back of the crowded room, where a bouncer sat guarding the black stage entrance door. “Come with me.”
Kenzie trailed behind him, her hand locked in his, a sense of trust granted, as Remy made his way to where the large man sat on his stool. Now standing a foot from him, Remy reached out his other hand and fist bumped Johnny, one of his acquaintances and local blues singers.
“Yo, Rem,” Johnny greeted, a slight tip of his head to acknowledge his friend. “What up, bro?”
Johnny gave Kenzie a salacious once over, his eyes travel slowly from her head to her toes and back up again before turning his attention back to Remy. Remy scowled back at the big man, giving him a wry smile to let him know wordlessly that she was his. Leaning back in his seat, his big hands threaded behind his head as he gave Remy a wink.
“Johnny, my man. Wondering if you could let us backstage so Kenzie here can watch from the corner and meet the guys after their set,” he said, motioning to Kenzie, who was standing next to him. “We won’t be any trouble.”
Seemingly unconcerned over their possible or would-be disturbance back stage, Johnny shrugged and patted Remy on the back.
“Ain’t no thang, brotha. Be my guest.” The big man’s neck, the size of a tree trunk, bowed up and down.
Locking fists in a man-shake with Johnny, Remy gave him a half-pat on the big guy’s shoulder before pushing past him, pressing his hand to the small of Kenzie’s back to lead her through the doorway. The lights were dim in the long, darkened corridor, and the music a loud companion to the two visitors.
As they moved down the hall, Remy peered through the various doors, some open and some closed, until they came to one near the end of the hallway. Opening the door, he led her in before shutting and locking the door behind them.
An exit sign above an exterior door, the only light in the small room, cast a red glow to illuminate and shadow a portion of their faces. The only sound over the now dim blare of the music was their stilted breathing, which had increased in pace since they entered the room. Remy had let go of Kenzie’s hand when they entered, so the loss of contact was alarming. She appeared frozen, standing stock still in the middle of the room, her eyes darting from side to side, perhaps on the look-out for escape.
“Are you scared?” he asked, taking an infinitesimal step forward, at risk of startling her further.
“No.”
“Nervous, then?”
She shrugged. “Not really.”
He watched her shift from one foot to the other as she bit down on her lip, sending a shot of desire straight to his cock.
Remy continued his slow progress forward, closing the distance between them so that he was now just inches from her body’s heat. His hand reached out to grasp her wrist, yanking her against his chest. The sensation of her full, lush breasts molded against his chest sent all the blood rushing south in one hot instant.
His erection, which had been ever present since earlier that day on the couch, was now hard as a brass rod. Nestled firmly against her belly, he swallowed the heavy lump in his throat, as the throbbing ache of release persisted, the gripping pull of raw lust searching for fulfillment. It was an aching reminder to his brain of his desire to be inside her, to lay her down and penetrate her body and soul - all his fantasies over the last month that had existed in his thoughts, culminating in a blinding and enthusiastic release.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
He knew if her answer was no that he would respect her wishes, even if ruefully, but damn if he wasn’t crossing his fingers that she would gain him entrance. “May I touch you?”
“Mmm. God, yes.”
Praise be almighty.
Kenzie’s smile, that could turn Remy’s insides to goo, was quickly captured by his mouth, his tongue taking ownership of her lush lips. He wasn’t sure how far this would go tonight, and he knew he’d stop in a heartbeat if and when she told him to, but he needed as much as she was willing to give him in that moment.
Now that he had her permission, his hands were everywhere, touching her hair, her face, charting a course down the length of her sides. Finding her mid-section, he gripped the bottom of her shirt, moving his fingers up her bare belly. Her skin was so tantalizingly soft and exquisite. He consciously reminded himself to go slow – to take his time and enjoy everything she allowed him to take. This moment was to be savored, in the event it was a one-time occurrence, never to happen again.
As his hands inched up her belly, he bent so his lips could lay claim to the silky smooth skin of her shoulders. The blouse she wore was both sinfully sexy and sweet; all he’d thought about earlier that night was kissing a path from the base of her neck across her bare shoulder. And just as her hair smelled of ripe summer peaches, her skin seemed to convey the same tantalizing flavor. His mouth watered as he sucked and savored the delicacy in front of him. He yearned to taste her everywhere. Would she possibly taste even sweeter between her legs?
Fuck, he wanted to find out.
While his mouth was currently occupied, his hands found their way up her abdomen, his thumbs gliding along her ribs to the underside of her breasts. His fingers twitched to feel the weight of her in his hands. As if she knew exactly what he was thinking – and how could she not, with his rigid length throbbing against her belly? – Kenzie reached behind her back, unsnapped the bra and pulled it free. The strapless white lace fell to the floor and the smile on her face told him everything he wanted to know.
“There…now that’s out of the way.” Kenzie smiled before reaching down to remove Remy’s hands from under her shirt. He pulled back in question until he noticed her hands reach back up to pull the elastic ruffle of her shirt down below her breasts, exposing both for his viewing and tasting pleasure. Remy groaned in response.
“Oh God,” he stammered. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”
Kenzie giggled and shook her head. “I don’t think so. Unless,” she cocked an eyebrow at him, her lips curving up at the corners of her mouth. “Do you dream of me naked?”
His eyes left her breasts momentarily and reached her green-eyed gaze. She was so beautiful he could hardly breathe.
Remy’s mouth opened in “Are you kidding me? Kenzie, I’ve been dreaming about you naked since the first time you smiled at me.”
The sexy gasp she made when he pulled her nipple into his mouth grabbed him by the balls, and elicited his own groan of pleasure. His tongue swirled the aroused, pink tip, which pebbled in his mouth. She jerked hard against him, her back arching so that her breast was pressed more firmly in his grasp.
One hand moved up to squeeze her other breast as Remy’s other hand slid down to massage the flesh of her perfectly round ass. When his hands met the bare smooth skin on her ass cheeks, he knew he had died and gone to heaven. Nothing was sexier than G-strings.
Do not come in your pants!
Bending forward, Remy grazed the backside of Kenzie’s leg with his fingertips, stroking the soft flesh as he traveled further north between her thighs. Now securely wedged under her skirt, he pushed the soft woolen material up and out of the way, bunching it up at her waist. His entire focus was now centered on finding out how wet she was underneath her panties and giving them both a release from the sexual heat that was sp
iraling him out of control.
The only obstacle that faced them at the moment was the fact that they were standing in the middle of the room – not a very conducive atmosphere for romance – the sparsely furnished area offering nothing in the way of sitting space. Searching the room, his eyes landed on a table against the wall, as he began to walk Kenzie backwards, Remy guiding her with his hands at her waist, until her hips met the edge of a table.
Her eyes widened in surprise but filled with an unwavering level of trust as his hands moved to cup her butt and hoisted her up on the table.
“Well this might prove interesting,” she commented, her green eyes blazing as she opened her legs to allow him passage to wedge his knee between them. “Never done this before.”
He groaned his response and licked his lips. “Good.”
Remy stepped back to admire the beauty in front of him. Her perfect breasts were bared, and he wanted to resume his quest to learn every inch of their soft, lush flesh. But not before he had a chance to find out how wet she was for him. He wanted to bury himself between her legs and never come up for air.
With her skirt still bunched at her hips, Remy’s fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, moving higher until he was at the edge of her thong. Circling the damp material just at her center, Kenzie let out a ragged gasp, jerking slightly at his touch. Her response was nearly his undoing. Just that sound alone shot straight to his groin, the throbbing ache so alarming he thought he might black out. He would soon be at the point of no return.
Remy traced the silky folds with his fingertips, back and forth over the wet satin, stroking her in a controlled motion, even though he was feeling anything but controlled. When he finally slipped his fingers underneath the material, she let out a long hiss as he drew a line across the hot, wet seam. Her hips jerked up into his hand, an urgent plea for more.
“Oh God,” she sang, an intoxicating sound that had him ready to sink himself inside her. “More.”
Oh, he’d give her more. That was not to be questioned.
Remy moved in closer, pressing his hand to her belly to urge her to lay back. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts still naked in front of him, crying out for his attention. Holding the silk material with one hand, he burrowed a long, tapered finger inside her, thrusting it deep. Kenzie’s hands shot out to grip the edge of the table so that her arms were spread like angel wings, her breasts heaving in pleasure and her hips grinding against his hand. She was his beautiful, golden-haired angel and he was worshipping at her altar.
Curling his finger inside her, he teased and tortured, adjusting the pressure and the rhythm as the sexy noises she made told him she liked what he was giving her. She moaned as he worked his finger in and out, his thumb rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves between her folds. By now she was muttering incoherent words, her eyes shielded in a lust-filled haze.
His pace quickened, the urgency building within their ragged breaths and tense bodies. Remy bent his head, finding her pebbled nipple and sucking it into his greedy mouth. Kenzie arched against him, suddenly letting go of the table’s edge as her body clenched and tightened, exploding around his fingers as she screamed his name. She quivered as her climax worked through her body, and Remy slowly slid his hand from her heat.
He smiled smugly as he looked over the product of his work. A warm blush covered her glowing skin, a light sheen of sweat between her breasts. Her eyes were half-closed and a sexy, languorous grin stretched across her face. His cock strained against his zipper and every nerve cell in his body was firing with a need so compelling he could barely see straight.
Kenzie pushed herself upright only to lodge herself more securely against his very hard and needy appendage. Remy brought his hands underneath her to palm her ass, once again jolted by the pure unadulterated lust that the touch of her skin could evoke.
Her gaze lowered, as did her hands, finding their way to the button of his jeans. The release of the button had him sucking in air, and the warmth of her fingers toying with the waistband of his boxers stopped his breathing entirely.
He muttered a curse when her hand moved down and fisted around his cock – their combined moans echoing in the small room.
“You feel so good, Remy,” she rasped, her voice a mixture of desire and reverence. “So good.” Her thumb combed over the head, wicking away a slick bead of moisture.
Remy’s hands balled into tight fists, fighting to keep himself in control. Everything had been leading up to this point since he met Kenzie, and now all he worried about was screwing it up. This was crossing the line of intimacy, and they could never go back to the way things were. He had enjoyed their burgeoning friendship, and now the chemistry had grown so intense, so fast, he was concerned it could burn out just as quickly, leaving only ashes of what could have been.
The thought was fleeting as Kenzie’s tongue was suddenly washing over the head of his cock, flicking the sensitive indentation that had him groaning from the pain and exquisite pleasure. She’d bent over at the waist, placing her hands on his hips to push him back as she slid off the table, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her emerald eyes peered up at him through long lashes just before she gripped the base and wrapped her lips around his shaft, submerging him completely in the wet, hot abyss of her mouth.
Momentarily stunned and immersed in the all-consuming pleasure, he stood with his hands locked at his sides, rocking slightly as she sucked and pulled his cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue conducting a delirious dance across his swollen flesh. If he had been close to losing it before, he was now ready to jump off the precipice. Remy’s hands wound through her long locks, moving to the back of her neck to gently guide and instruct her movements, although she needed no direction.
“Christ, Kenz…your mouth…” He was unable to finish his sentence, lost in the haze of pleasure.
Remy felt her smile against him and then her lips closed over him once again, her teeth gently scraping against his sensitive flesh. At the same moment, her hand reached between his legs to cup and massage his balls. He tightened instinctively, letting his head hang back, his last vestiges of control lost in her.
He hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m there…fuck, I’m there.”
Remy’s body shook through the aftershocks and he teetered on shaky legs. Much to his surprise, and utter amazement, Kenzie hadn’t pulled back when he came, keeping her mouth wrapped tightly around him as he orgasmed. When he’d finally caught his breath and opened his eyes, he found Kenzie propped back on her heels, adjusting her clothing.
Reaching a hand down, he helped her to her feet before taking Kenzie in his arms and squeezing her soft body against him. She was as warm as summer sunshine and smelled of peaches and cream.
Smoothing a hand over her hair, he kissed the top of her head, hoping she could feel everything he couldn’t say. Remy had been blown away with the intensity of what just happened between them – something he hadn’t ever experienced with any other woman. It unleashed something inside him he couldn’t describe, the heat of their intimacy was so scorching hot he’d need an ocean to put out the flames.
Holding her now, in the quiet afterglow, felt like coming home. And he wanted more of it. He couldn’t go back to having Kenzie only as a roommate and friend. Remy wanted to call her his.
As if she could read his thoughts, she stiffened in his embrace, squirming out from his embrace and bending her head to look at the floor between them – the space instantly growing big. As if a flip had been switched off, her tone was muted and reverent – enlisting a finality in her message.
“Remy…this can’t happen again.”
Chapter Ten
What the hell was she thinking?
After walking out of the confining room backstage, Kenzie tried in vain to catch her breath and find a way to extricate herself from the bar and away from Remy as quickly as possible. They’d ended up watching the rest of the show from a corner of the stage, where the noise made it
impossible to speak, which was exactly what Kenzie needed. She was too afraid that words would fail her, and she’d be stuck making stupid small talk trying to pretend everything was normal. But everything was far from normal. She had just made a huge mistake that would cost her greatly.
Once the show was over, they made their way back into the bar in search of Nick, who was toppled over on the bar still holding a beer glass in his hand. Kenzie kept a good two steps behind Remy and avoided any form of physical contact that was sure to produce a plethora of unwanted responses – desire, need, lust, hope. She did not want to get sucked into the inevitable vortex of dopey feelings just because the guy gave her the most incredible climax of her life. It would do her no good to get hung up on him. He was trouble – even though he came in one sweet, musically-gifted, smoking hot package.
It had been fairly easy keeping her distance as they made their way out of the bar with Nick precariously close to passing out, his head bobbing back and forth between Remy’s and Kenzie’s solid forms. Nick’s feet drug behind him as they carried him out and laid him down in the back of Kenzie’s car.
She prayed he wouldn’t vomit all over her black leather seats. While it might be an old clunker, she certainly didn’t want the smell of puke to permeate the interior. They drove in silence, Kenzie using the need for concentration on the road as a convenient excuse to avoid talking with Remy. She’d glanced over a few times at Remy, whose head leaned against the passenger window, eyes closed as if he was sleeping. His angled jaw and chin were covered with a thick coat of dark stubble, his tousled hair swept over his eyes creating a hooded cloak over his features. He looked sinfully sexy and moody.
Kenzie had seen the look of hurt on Remy’s face when she shut him down in no uncertain terms. She was ashamed of herself in that moment for having led him on or causing him any pain. But she could not allow herself to feel anything more than lust for him. Never again would she fall for another man or lose herself so completely that her own sense of identity would crumble under the weight of fear.