by KB Winters
His driver roared away from the gourmet restaurant and before I could even glance back out the rear of the car, Remy’s lips were on me again, this time tracing a scorching hot trail down my neck, stopping to nibble and bite at the little bits of softness he found over the curve of my collarbone. He tongued the little hollow place at the base of my throat and I whimpered, unable to hold back the sound.
By the time we arrived at his high-rise, my panties were dripping wet and I knew, from a rather thorough inspection with my hand over his jeans, that Remy was more than ready to go as well. We put ourselves together just enough to make it inside and, after suffering the longest elevator ride in the history of mankind, finally crashed through the door of his penthouse and were at it again.
“Shit!” Remy gasped as my hand sank past the waistband of his jeans.
“I want you, Remy. Please,” I pleaded, my fingers centimeters away from the rock-hard, pulsing hot bulge in his pants.
Remy grabbed both of my wrists, backed me up to the door, and pinned me there with my hands above my head. “I want you, too, but we are going to do things my way, Livvie. Do you understand?”
My eyes went wide, not sure what I was agreeing to, but all I could say was, “Yes.”
Chapter Seven — Remy
The question was on the table. If I was going to have Livvie—and I was going to have her—she had to agree to my rules. My terms. This wasn’t her game anymore. I’d waited my turn, played all my cards just right, and now, it was time for the game to stop.
“Yes,” she said, her voice thick with desire, her body trembling with uncertainty.
“Good. You need to trust me to get you where you need to go,” I said.
She nodded and bit her lip, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Her hands were still laced together, pinned above her head, gripped in my own. I finally tore my eyes away from her enticing full lips and let my gaze wander down her entire body from head to toe, over every lush curve. I loved the way her breasts were heaving in anticipation, her breath quick and shallow as she waited, watching me, trying to figure out my next move. She was showing off some skin, and I had the perfect vantage point to look straight down her shirt, but I needed more. I freed one of my hands, gripping both of her wrists in the other, and ran my fingertips down every curve of her body, watching her eyes widen and listening to her panting become more frenzied.
Her breasts were perfect. They fit in my hand and filled my palm with tender, firm flesh. Her nipples were already tight and hard as I stroked my hands over them.
I released her hands long enough to rip the thin tank top over her head. I threw it to the ground and wasted no time running my hand over her newly bared skin. She had a wine-colored bra on but it was thin and left little to my imagination. Just enough to play games and tease me. I flicked the front clasp and the bra clicked open. I pushed the cups aside and stared at her perfect breasts.
“Livvie, you are perfection,” I said, bringing my eyes back to hers. Her blue sapphires were glowing in the dim light as she stared back at me. Her lips were slick with the moisture from our earlier kisses and remained parted, ready for me.
She looked away, dropping her chin at my compliment, and I immediately raised her face up and made her look at me. “You. Are. Perfection.”
This time, she didn’t look away, but I could tell she still didn’t quite know how to react. She was such an enigma to me. One minute, she was this confident, take-charge woman who seemed to enjoy calling me out and grabbing my balls in her fist—figuratively, of course—although that might all change shortly. But then, in the face of a genuine compliment, she acted like the nerdy girl in high school who was pretty but had no fucking clue what she was doing or what she was worth.
The combination was intoxicating. I decided I liked both sides equally.
I fingered the button on her jeans, dying to strip them off her long, shapely legs and see what secrets she was hiding. Was she the type that would be wearing matching panties? Was she a thong or g-string girl? Or something more practical? Or…my most delicious idea…nothing at all.
I had to find out.
I released her hands and stripped away her jeans, taking my time as I slid them down over her smooth skin.
She was wearing a black thong and I instantly spun her around to see the full effect.
“Fuck, Livvie,” I breathed. “Your body. God, girl you are perfect.”
Her ass was something out of a fitness magazine, sculpted but curvy and full at the same time.
While she was still facing the wall, I peeled the panties down her and listened to her pant against the wall as she stepped out of them, her thighs spread slightly. I ran my hands back up the insides of her thighs.
“Remy! Jeez!” she gasped as my thumbs brushed against her pussy lips. She was soaking wet and I could smell the wetness coming from her excitement.
I flipped her back around with an almost effortless twist at her hips. I stood, letting my body brush against her. I kissed her again, my lips teasing her until she let my tongue back in and I kissed her until she was breathless.
Her naked, warm, quivering body was pressed against me with eagerness, a longing, her hips grinding against my bulge.
Livvie’s fingers went to the hem of my shirt and I laughed softly as I backed up and stripped it off, laughing more at the bug-out effect on her eyes as she stared at my toned physique. She ran her fingers along the indentations of each section of my abs and then trailed down further…and further…
It was my turn to gasp and I grabbed her hands again before she could get too carried away.
I had other plans.
I unbuttoned my jeans and without saying a word, Livvie sank down to her knees before me. Her eyes sparkled as she watched me standing before her.
“Touch yourself,” I said. “I want to see you stroke that sweet little clit,” I instructed her.
Without question, she put her hand between her spread legs and started to toy between her lips. She moaned out instantly and closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see your eyes.”
She did as I instructed and stared up at me. Her mouth was open as well and she groaned out as she continued to stroke between her lips.
“Good. Now, taste yourself. Show me what you can do.”
She brought her soaking wet fingertips to her lips and licked her way down before sticking them in her mouth, one at a time, and sucking them clean.
My body surged and my cock was throbbing, harder than I could even remember.
I unzipped my jeans and slid out of them and my boxer briefs, discarding them before stepping back in front of Livvie. She was still sucking her fingers, but her eyes and attention were definitely focused on my hard cock.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I stepped closer and guided my cock to her lips that I knew were still dripping with her own juices. She opened her lips and sucked the tip into her mouth. A thousand sensations sparked through me at the warm, slow heat she was building as she began to suck my cock. Her lips and tongue were as soft as silk and she knew what she was doing. She bobbed, sucked, licked all as if conducting a perfect orchestra number, every move thought out and calculated, her eyes gleaming the entire time she worked.
“Keep touching—” I drew in a ragged gasp as she ran her teeth ever so gently on my cock. “Fuck!”
I swear she smiled.
Damn. She was good.
“Touch yourself, Livvie. Now. Faster.”
I wanted to torture her the way she was torturing me.
She immediately followed my instructions, lowering her hand back between her sweet pussy lips.
“Go inside, feel every inch,” I said.
She thrust her fingers inside and let out a moan that vibrated over my cock that was deeply implanted between her devil red lips and I nearly came at the sensation.
Livvie worked her fingers inside her pussy at the same pace as she
bobbed her lips and tongue over my cock, and I was seeing stars as I tried to hold myself back. She came and moaned out again. I pulled out of her, knowing I couldn’t hold out any longer. Without waiting another second, I lifted Livvie off her knees and bent her over the massive, king-sized bed.
Her ass curved out towards my dripping cock and I ran my fingertips over her smooth, perfect skin just before I smacked her round ass cheek. She flinched at my sudden touch, still shaking from her orgasm.
I wanted to slam inside her and let her sweet pussy swallow me whole. I slid two fingers inside her pussy and felt the walls still contracting with the throes of her orgasm as it washed away. I pulled my fingers out and slapped her ass again, twice—fast and steady, watching her ass jiggle and turn a beautiful pink color. She gasped and moaned into the bed—face first, as I slid my fingers back inside her sweet wet pussy.
“Remy! Remy!” She started screaming as my fingers went faster and harder into her.
She was so tight, about to come again, when I dropped to my knees behind her and licked her from front to back, stopping to collect all her juices with the tip of my tongue as I slowly slid it through her slick, wet lips. When my tongue circled her sweet little asshole, she screamed out and tried to wiggle away. I grabbed her hips firmly in place and continued tonguing her ass, tasting every sexy inch of her.
She was so fucking delicious. I wanted it all. Every drop.
I only stopped because my cock was so hard it was starting to ache. I needed her.
All of her.
“Remy, please. Remy, please fuck me. Fuck me, Remy,” she whimpered, her voice muffled with her face still buried in the pillows.
I stood and slid a condom down my hard shaft, and then slammed my cock deep inside her and she screamed again. She was tight, but it was a perfect fit as I thrust hard into her pussy.
“Ahhh…fuck!” she moaned and called out my name as I continued. I reached around and grabbed her tits, rubbing her nipples between my fingers and pinching them with each thrust.
She peaked again and it rolled right into another earth-shattering orgasm as I plowed into her over and over again. I held on as long as I could, not getting enough of her moaning and begging, but I was clinging to the edge for too long and with one final thrust, I exploded inside her as her pussy tightened and she came for me again.
Stars and colors burst behind my closed eyes as my seed pumped into her. My hands were still holding her hips and I dug my fingers into her skin as I rode the wave up and then slowly crashed down again.
When I finally caught my breath, I pulled out and removed the condom, tied it and tossed it into the bedside trash. A wicked tingle came over me. I turned to look at Livvie, panting, lying boneless on the bed in front of me.
“Remy...”
I sank down next to her and we stared at each other for a long time, our eyes wide with what had just happened.
I’d fucked a ton of girls in my life, but that night with Livvie was different. I didn’t know what or how…just different.
Chapter Eight — Remy
It took a few minutes to shake the shock out of my system when I opened my eyes and saw Livvie’s naked back lying up against me. She was still sleeping and I watched her ribs rise and fall with each breath. God, it had been forever since a woman had slept in my bed. Well, a lot of them fell asleep there, but I never let them stay asleep there. Sometimes, I thought it was a manipulation tactic on their part. If they fell asleep, they figured they would be allowed to stay the night and who knew how much of the following day.
Nope. Not my style. They needed to get fucked and get up. Some people might say that having a woman sleeping beside you brought comfort and peace, but I’d always found that to be the opposite. If I tried to sleep with a woman in bed, my mind was distracted with how to get her to leave, and it was impossible to fall asleep.
But there she was…Livvie. Olivia. Right there. And she looked sexy. More beautiful than she did the night before.
Fuck. Me.
I was all too aware of the effect this woman was having on me, and after the penthouse-shaking night we’d had together, I was even more guarded. Sure, it had been hot, sweaty, and honestly, more fun than I’d had in a while, but that was the whole problem. Livvie wasn’t just an easy score. I’d willingly let her fall asleep, didn’t worry about getting her home as soon as humanly possible, and even as my eyes roamed over her bare skin, I wondered when I could have her again.
I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling. What is going on with me?
My mind replayed the night before, the rush at seeing her across the crowded room. The verbal sparring over her business and my offer of a date. I smiled at the fresh memory, remembering the sweet curve of her lips as she argued with me. And then, at dinner, when she hadn’t even held back a second before dissecting me with laser precision.
I blew out a long, slow breath. As much as I wanted to wake her up with a very good morning, I knew it would only suck me in further. I’d gotten what I wanted and for now, that would have to be enough.
My mind made up, I got out of bed and slipped into my discarded jeans. I took one long look back at Livvie and then left the room.
I was in the kitchen, making a feta spinach omelet, when the monitor on the opposite end of the room chirped to let me know someone was buzzing into the building. My blood ran cold through my veins, sending a trickle of a shiver down my back. There was only one person who would be trying to come up.
Madge.
“Shit,” I groaned, throwing the spatula down on the counter and running back to the bedroom.
Livvie was still asleep, her face pressed into the pillow. I left her where she was and prayed to whatever powers in the universe that she wouldn’t wake up before I could get my mother out of my hair again.
I’d just placed my hand on the doorknob when the doorbell rang out.
Shit, that thing is louder than I remembered, I thought, glancing over my shoulder down the hall. I swung open the door and didn’t even bother to hide my annoyance as I found myself face-to-face with Madge. She was dressed in her usual designer threads. Everything on her probably cost more than the household monthly average income of the rest of the people in the country.
“Good morning, Mother. Did I miss your call to let me know you were stopping by?” It was a rude greeting, but I didn’t give a shit. There were no witnesses around this time, so she couldn’t possibly harp on me about being improper.
“Remington, I told you last night I was going to stop by to chat this morning,” she purred, sliding past me and striding down the hallway.
I knew she hadn’t, but it would be pointless to argue with her.
“Mother, this is ridiculous.” I followed her down the hall. “If you want to talk, we can talk, but not here, not now. Let’s meet for coffee this afternoon or better, that dessert shop is open on the west side. I’ve been meaning to try it for a while now.”
In truth, coffee or dessert with Madge would be less fun than a fucking root canal, but it was a necessary evil to keep things afloat.
She stopped and pivoted on her red-soled heels. “Why are you trying to get rid of me? It’s not like you have to rush off to a job or something.”She scoffed. .
I grimaced. It was a low blow and she knew it. I should have seen it coming, though. It was the same fucking card she’d always play when she needed to get me backed into a corner as quickly as possible.
It wasn’t that I was some kind of rich bum who did nothing all day. I’d gone to college, tried my hand at a couple of start-up companies, tried getting into investing, but none of it was the right fit.
For the last two years, I’d been traveling globally and stashing away money in hopes of opening my own restaurant. I knew it was something my mother would never approve of, so I’d have to do it without her help.
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, changing tactics. She wasn’t going to leave till she said her piece. It wasn’t her style. And
I couldn’t have my own mother taken out by security.
Although…the thought did warm me slightly.
She harrumphed like I was pestering her. “It’s about your new special friend. JJ told me you were seeing her last night and I am not leaving until you tell me that you’re not going to pursue her anymore.”
“Why does it matter?” My last drops of patience spilled out in an effort to keep my voice calm.
“I’ve already explained the implications,” she sighed, as if I exhausted her or something.
“You said it yourself the other night. I have a reputation among your circle of high-society friends, so what does it matter I mean, really, this isn’t the fucking Titanic or something. She’s not second class or some crazy shit like that.”
“Remington, you will do well to watch your vulgar language and your tone.” She set her purse down on the kitchen counter and I had to bite my tongue. The last thing I wanted was her to settle in—and for her to set her purse down was the same gesture as unpacking a weekend suitcase. “Your, shall we call them, escapades, are well documented, that’s not even a question. You’ll remember at the dinner, I told you that you are too old for such games to continue any longer. Perhaps I’m to blame, for coddling you like I do.” She paused and flicked a piece of invisible dirt from her fingertips that had traced a line on the granite counter top.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I felt the need for a cotton swab to clean my ears. Had my mother really just accused herself of coddling me?
I was too stunned to speak. A rare problem.
“I’ve made some adjustments to the terms of your trust,” she continued.
Fuck.
There it was. The two-ton hammer. The reason she’d been edgy for weeks and explained her intensified level of snipping.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. “What hoops have you arranged for me this time, Mother? If I remember, last time you cut the trust, you required me to trade in my Ducati. You said it wasn’t civilized and that it made me look like a hoodlum.”
She pursued her lips. “It’s time you settled down. End of story.”