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I reached for his dick, but he backed off, smirking a little, his eyes lust drunk and voice gravelly. He took it in his fist and pumped. “Didn’t say the magic word, Duchess.”
With a breathy laugh, I looked up at him through my lashes, chin low. “Please, put your cock in my mouth before I fucking die already.”
As he came closer, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, closing my eyes. He snapped for me to open them again.
“I want you to see what you do to me,” he said, holding his cock by the root to slap my tongue with the crown.
It was all I needed. I leaned in, swallowing him, one hand on his hip and the other fisted around his shaft. He made an animalistic sound that urged me on, his fingers slipping into my hair. When he squeezed and pulled, the sensation trickled down my spine, spoking at my nipples and pussy and all the way down to my toes.
But it was his silky, salty cock in my mouth that tightened the ache between my thighs.
He pulled away with a pop and picked me up, and before I fully sorted it out, I was back on the counter with his hips between my thighs. He kissed me until we’d calmed down just a little, just enough, and guided me to lay back. I lay languid on the island, watching him drag a hand down my torso, pausing to fondle my breast before moving on. When he reached my clit, he leaned in reverently, dropping his lips to take a long moment with my cunt. The sight of his face between my thighs was nearly too much. I writhed and wriggled and begged him with the pleases he was so hungry for, until he stood and gave me what I wanted, slipping his cock between my pussy lips and pumping his hips.
And he didn’t stop. He brought my legs up to rest against his chest as he fucked me, one hand on my ankle, his other forearm and hand clamping my knees together. Remy closed his eyes, never stopping his easy pace as he kissed the top of my foot, drew my toe into his mouth for a handful of heartbeats, my body tightening at the knowledge that his hot mouth felt like my hot pussy, that I was inside of him when he was inside of me. With hooded eyes, he watched his fingertips skate low on my stomach, then flattened his hand and pressed, thrusting still harder. My lungs shot open at the sensation of his palm against my G-spot from the outside, his cock stroking it from the inside. My vision blacked, hands gripping his wrist as I held on, chin tipped, the world shrinking to the point where our bodies met and flying apart in shattering pieces as I came.
He was right behind me, pulsing and throbbing inside me as he exploded, hips rolling and thighs trembling. The feel of him pressing, squeezing, cock pumping, stroked my orgasm on so hard, I urged him to slow down or I might fall apart, so sensitive I might break.
Panting, he parted my legs, pulled me into his arms, kissed me like he fucked me. Touched me like he needed me. Held me like he cherished me. Then looked into my eyes, holding my face.
“You’re gonna be the end of me, Duchess.”
And when he kissed me again, I hated how I wished I was the end of him, if it meant I could keep him.
30
head in the game
REMY
I’d played like shit the entire game, and it was all her fault.
I stood just inside first base as Wilder pitched a game that shouldn’t be this close. To the casual spectator, I looked tuned in and ready for whatever came at me.
I wasn’t.
My mind was on the girl in the stands.
My thoughts were a dog chasing its tail. It’d start with flickers of fucking her on the kitchen island, leading into the sound of her laughter and the pretty way she talked as we tidied up and left for the game. Which would leave me reliving the strawberry fields. The swimming hole. The goddamn dryer I might never be able to use again without getting a hard-on. The way she smiled. The smell of her hair. The feel of her in my arms.
The fact that she was leaving in a few days.
And then, after a quick spiral, it’d start all over again.
The batter connected, the sound snapping me back to the task at hand. Thankfully, it was a pop-fly to right field and not my responsibility.
Grayson eyed me from a few feet away, his arms folded and brows together. “Fuck’s got into you?”
“What? I’m doing my job, old man.”
He rolled his eyes with a ha to the heavens. “Watch your mouth. And get your shit together.”
And for a second, I did. But while Wilder was throwing balls, my mind wandered off and started the chase all over again.
Probably shouldn’t have had her panties in my pocket either, but we won last time. Wouldn’t be the worst good luck charm I’d ever had, that was for goddamn sure. At the thought of that silky slip of fabric, I felt her eyes on me and met them. The connection hit me in all kinds of long abandoned places, shining her light where the light had been forgotten.
The memory of what it was like to have a person had been lost to me until Jessa showed up on my driveway. The thing was, I’d never felt like this. I’d been infatuated plenty of times, but there was always an empty space in the middle, clear signs it was temporary.
This didn’t feel temporary.
