by Sierra Hill
“I want this…you inside me.” She squeezed the base tight, her finger trailing up to touch the tip.
Bracing his hands on either side of her, caging her in, he bent down to press his forehead against hers. He had to slow things down, to make her so crazed with need for him that there would be no way she’d ever want to give this up. He’d prove to her how good they were together - over and over again - until she realized she wanted to be with him for always.
He grabbed hold of her wrist and brought her hands up and over her head. He gazed down at her beautiful and trusting face, willing her to see through him. To see how he truly felt about her. How much he loved…Love? Yes, he wanted her to love him, just as he’d fallen in love with her. They had a connection. A perfect partnership. They were perfect together and perfect for each other.
He rolled his hips and her knees fell open further for him, inviting him to take her. And he would. But he first wanted to set the record straight. To settle the score. To ensure they were on the same page.
“There is nothing I want more than you right now. To feel you come against me, with me inside you. But I want more than that from you, Kenz. I want all of you. I want you to be mine. All the time. Every day. Not just here right now. Not as a casual hook-up. I want to show you how much you mean to me. Do you hear what I’m saying?”
She nodded her head imperceptibly and closed her eyes, her lips parting to extract a choked noise before opening her eyes again, now glistening with emotion. He lowered his mouth to kiss her, and his touch was filled with sweetness and reverence. He took his time exploring her mouth, his tongue sweeping between her lips, tasting her thoroughly, reveling in the heat of the moment. He could tell that she felt the same about him, but was holding back.
Extracting his lips from her mouth, he moved down her jawline to suck the skin beneath her ear. His tongue darted out to lick his way down her neck to the silky hollow of her throat. Her deep sigh sparked a wild fire within his body, rising like a flame from the bottom of his toes up through his pulsing cock. He breathed in the scent of her skin, sinfully sweet and intoxicating, clouding his vision. He wanted to consume her – sink himself in and never make his way back out.
His lips continued south to the swell of her breast, still covered with her cotton tank and bra she wore. He pulled the straps of both and slid them down her arms, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her chest. His fingers traced the outline of the lace cup covering her breast as her chest heaved under his light touches. His finger and thumb grazed the top of the lingerie before he yanked it down to free her breast, liberating it in a lightning fast move. He licked his lips with fevered hunger before chancing a glance up to her face.
What he saw was nearly enough to push him over the edge, making him come right then and there. Her eyes were wild with need, the rings circling her green eyes dark with passion. A storm brewed in her expression, waiting to be unleashed in a torrential flood of satisfaction and orgasmic chaos.
He stared into her eyes and smiled before burying his head and latching on to her hardened nipple. She gasped and bucked against him as he sucked and flicked the tightened bud – biting the soft, round flesh. He continued to tease her, moving between her two breasts and lavishing equal attention on both.
Kenzie’s arms wrapped around his neck, one hand moving up to his head and weaving through his hair, tugging hard and in synchronicity with his own rhythmic sucking. He was aching to be inside her, to feel her pressed up against him. She’d felt so good underneath him the last time. She was so pliable and willing, daring him to take them both higher than ever before.
His cock strained against the zipper of his jeans, telling him how eager he was to get the party started. And so was she, it seemed, by the way she moved underneath him so sensually. His hand gently massaged the swell of her breast before gliding down her ribs, her belly, over her pelvic bone until he was exactly where he wanted to be. His fingers danced over the top of her silk panties, his knuckles playfully skimming just under the waistband. She let out a whimper and pumped her hips.
“Don’t make me wait any longer. Please.”
God damn. She was begging him. There was no way he could resist her plea. With the force of his own urgent appetite, he gripped the edge of her panties and ripped them down her legs with a feral growl. His mouth watered as he looked down at her spread out underneath him. Smooth and naked, her skirt bunched above her hips, ready for him to take her. You are mine.
He palmed her center – the wetness there indicating her desire for him. His thumb found the spot he knew would send her over the edge, circling it in a slow pattern before drawing his index finger up her center seam and between her smooth folds. She gasped and almost had him weeping in pain and pleasure.
Her hands reached to unbutton and unzip his jeans, dragging them and his briefs down his legs with the same urgency he felt. He reached for the pocket of his jeans and stopped short, cursing as he dropped his head and closed his eyes in tight misery.
“What?” she questioned, her gripped slide on his cock grinding to a halt.
“I…shit. I don’t have anything with me.”
She looked at him through hooded lids, a slow smile pulling across her mouth, her face lighting with a calm reassurance. She bit down on her lip as if pondering her next move. Dammit. How could he have been so stupid?
Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck.
“I’m protected…you know, on birth control. I’m okay with it if you are?”
He swallowed thickly, the words stuck in his throat. Was he okay with it? He knew he was clean and would never do anything to compromise her safety or well-being. He’d gotten tested as soon as he learned about Chyna’s infidelity and had always worn protection with anyone he slept with. It was never not an option.
But now, with Kenzie, she was giving him that option. Holy hell, he hadn’t gone bareback with anyone since ending it with his ex. Since then, he’d always been careful and responsible, because you just never knew.
But what Kenzie was offering to him…it would ruin him for anyone else. She was his brand of perfect. It would solidify something deeper and stronger – longer lasting – exactly what he’d been hoping for with her. But was she ready for that? Did she understand the implications of giving herself to him like that? He’d never be able to come back from that. It would be all or nothing. And he wanted it all with her.
His dick jumped for joy at the thrill of knowing he could be with her, without barriers, to feel everything. To succumb to her warmth. To sink deep into her tight body with abandon. Hot and ready for him. He groaned at the thought.
“Um, is everything alright? Should I be worried here?” she asked, her voice etched with concern, her eyes narrowing in on him.
Remy’s hesitation must have made her leery.
“God, no. Nothing to be worried about. I’m totally good. It’s just, well…” he shook his head, terrified at what he was feeling for this girl laying half in front of him. “I-I want you so bad it hurts.”
She giggled then and gripped his cock tight at the root, bringing him to her entrance. He looked down between their bodies, close to being joined as one, his head hazy from his arousal. His head poised at her warm, wet center, glistening with moisture and ready for his entrance. He returned his gaze to hers, her mouth curving in a sexy smile.
“Okay then. I want you to. No more waiting,” she demanded, as he sheathed himself inside her with one quick thrust. She cried out against his mouth, which took possession of hers just as he did her body.
Remy’s eyes blurred with black spots, the exquisite feel of her heat wrapped around him almost enough to have him passing out from pleasure. He kept himself still, wanting to hold on to the euphoria that washed over him from the give of her body around him. He felt dizzy from how wet and tight she was. Kenzie, on the other hand, had a differing opinion, and offered up her discontent with his lack of movement by pushing her hips hard in frustration.
“Please, Remy - I’m dying he
re.” She moaned, pressing her fingers deep into his ass trying to incite movement.
He bit down on her lip, flicking his tongue into her mouth for another drugging kiss.
“When I’m ready, you’ll get what you deserve.”
He knew he was only torturing himself, but he wanted to make her wait. To drag it out and give her as much pleasure as he could give – to enjoy the delayed gratification and make them both come so hard their worlds would shatter.
Pulling out completely, he heard her gasp before he slammed back inside her snug chamber. He was the one dying here. It felt so impossibly good he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. The slick sounds their bodies made together, and the silky heat that wrapped around him like a fist had his tempo increasing – his fever rising – desperate to get them both there together.
Kenzie whimpered against his neck, her lips nipping the spot behind his ear where she sucked and bit - for sure to leave her mark. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his back, their bodies in perfect alignment. She moved beneath him, mumbling her sensual words of encouragement. Right there. More. That feels so good. Harder. Every plea had him begging for release.
He knew she was close, her breaths becoming more ragged and harsh. His hand moved between their bodies, his thumb in search of the sure fire way to push her over the edge. Remy flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves, once and then twice, at the same time plunging in and out. The moans she produced rushing straight to his balls, which tightened at the thrill of feeling her climax as she’d clench around him.
“I want to hear you scream my name when you come, Kenzie. Tell me it’s me you’re coming for. Only me.”
“Remy…so close…just a little…ah…more…”
He captured her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the distended tip. Her back arched into him, dragging out a gasp and a throaty moan. Writhing underneath him, she threw her head back and a scream tore from her lungs.
His name.
Her body tensed and quivered against him as she cried out his name, the look of pleasure etched across her face. She was absolutely, without a doubt, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
Remy felt the stirrings of his own orgasm barreling up his spine, his balls tightening in ecstasy. One more thrust, and he would meet her on the other side of the ledge. He pumped in and out, his brow furrowed in concentration and his head thrown back as he hurled into oblivion, spilling his hot release inside of her.
There were no words or lyrics he could’ve written in that moment to describe the pure contentment he felt with Kenzie. She wasn’t just his muse. She was his everything.
Chapter Sixteen
Holy mother of all orgasms. That was intense. She literally couldn’t breathe.
Remy’s body lay boneless against her own naked, sweaty flesh, cutting off the oxygen to her lungs. Her brain was mangled and had turned to mush. She wasn’t even sure she could speak coherently even if her life depended on it.
She was numb and tingling from the mind-blowing sex that she just had and was pretty sure he felt the same based upon his slow and steady breathing. Her eyes lowered, gazing across his face, his head resting on her chest, his dark hair falling over his forehead and eyes. His fingers drifted lightly up and down her arm sending a shiver down her spine.
The large woolen rug she was laying on did little to hide the fact that they just frantically fucked each other – on the floor – and her back was probably now covered with rug burns. Not that she cared all that much. But had she lost her ever-freaking’ mind? What had gotten into her? She’d never been this way before. Never lost herself so completely. Never had sex anywhere outside the bedroom.
Her forehead creased in confusion as she looked down at the beautiful man lying on top of her. What was it about this man that had her throwing caution to the wind and forgetting all about her own rules? He made her feel special and cherished. And more than a little wild. He also made her feel safe – something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Kenzie’s eyes closed, letting the knowledge that she was secure in his arms rush like a warm breeze through her thoughts. She had forgotten what it meant to trust someone so completely. To let her guard down and not have to be so careful about what she said, or did, or how she acted. Not since her grandmother had she been able to allow herself to abandon her insecurities and lose her fear of failure.
There’d been a time when she’d been beaten down so low by Seth, by his words and his hands, that the damage to her self-esteem seemed irreparable. And on top of that, her own father’s callous disregard of the truth behind her fears of Seth had nearly gutted her. Whether he meant to or not, it was his indifference to the abuse she faced that sent her packing and leaving her home in Seattle.
The damage to her heart was irrevocable, and she’d thought she’d lost all hope in humanity - especially the male species - until Remy stepped into her life. It was his desire to help, to protect and care for her in everything he did that brought her to where she was now. It was in his arms that she felt loved. And her heart wanted to love him in return.
Remy’s hair tickled her chin when he moved, bracing his hands on the floor by her head to push himself up and off her lax body.
“You’re pretty quiet there, Pixie. Did I render you speechless?”
He shifted off to the side, grabbing his jeans and shorts and tugging them up over his legs. Kenzie turned her head to watch him, his hair all perfectly mussed up and his long lashes lowered to focus on his task. He was absolutely beautiful. Sinfully sexy and as hot as hot could be. Maybe he had rendered her speechless because she was having an awful hard time trying to get her brain to connect with her mouth.
She was lost for this man. She’d fallen so hard - so quick - much to her own utter surprise and amazement. How had that happened? One minute she was struggling to make it on her own and the next he came bursting into her life like a savior of her lost soul.
Her eyes closed momentarily, as she tried to rein in her emotions, when she felt something soft move between her legs. Startled, she jerked her head up, eyes springing open, to find him gently wiping a tissue across her sensitive thighs, cleaning up the evidence of his release.
Words caught in her throat. It was such an intimate gesture, and she felt a flush of embarrassment cascade across her cheeks.
“Uh…thanks, but you don’t have to do that,” she muttered, sitting up and working her skirt back down over her hips and reaching for her panties. “Just show me the way to the bathroom.”
Remy stood up and threw the tissue in the trash before grabbing her hand to help her to her feet. Once she felt balanced, she started toward the door but was stopped with his hands clutching her waist. Pulling her back, her backside pinned against his front, his hands splayed across her belly and his lips nuzzled her neck. She sighed with contentment.
“I want more of you, Kenz. Tonight. Tomorrow. The day after that. I want to hear your beautiful voice sing every day. I want to see your radiant smile in the mornings and feel your body wrapped up next to mine every night when I fall asleep. I want it all with you and no one else.”
Her body stiffened slightly and then relaxed into his warm hands. Turning to face him, she knew she had to only look into his eyes to see the honesty that was swimming in them. His soulful, blue eyes told her everything she already knew.
She sucked in her bottom lip, craving what he offered. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Remy,” she whispered, throwing her arms tightly around his neck and pulling him closer. “But if you’re willing to give it to me, I’m more than happy to take it. All of it. All of you. Everything.”
His orthodontia-perfected smile could have knocked her to the ground had she not already been so solidly supported by his arms. His mouth took possession of hers once again, declaring wordlessly all that he’d already promised in words. It was like one of the songs they’d written together, Perfect in Your Arms.
You are the match that
lit the flame,
The missing piece in this wicked game.
There’s no way I can resist your charm,
When all you are is perfect in my arms.
Kenzie reluctantly pulled out of his hold and went in search of the restroom while he went back to work engineering the sounds of the demo they’d created together. Her excitement was greater than a kid’s on Christmas Eve, and she couldn’t wait to hear the product of their collaboration.
Closing the bathroom door behind her, her thoughts were so wrapped up in Remy that the sound of her text notification barely registered with her. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket and looked down to read the message. She smiled thinking Remy was just sending her a quick note to hurry up, but her joy was immediately replaced with a painful slice in her heart. She let out a panicked squeak as she read the words on her display.
You’ll get what’s coming to you, fucking whore.
I’ll be the one to give it to you.
She gasped a choked cry. The last statement was something she’d just heard. Didn’t Remy say something along those lines when they were making love? She tried to recall what he said to her; at the time he was only talking dirty, telling her he’d give it to her when he was good and ready. But now these words – sounding so similar in nature - seemed eerily sinister and nothing like how he’d meant them at the time.
Could these texts be from him? He did have her number. But why would he send her something like this? Especially after what they just experienced together. It didn’t make sense. This was not something Remy would do.
She tried to wipe away the fear as she finished cleaning herself off and washed her hands. Taking a steadying breath, she walked back down the hall and into the engineering control room where Remy hovered over the sound board, earphones over his ears, happily humming along to one of their recordings. His eyes were closed and his hand was tapping against the wood grain of the desk, scarcely visible under all the sound and recording equipment. He didn’t hear or see her come in, so from her vantage point she took the opportunity to carefully observe him, looking for any telltale signs that he would have possibly sent her those texts.