Page 94 of Challenge Me

“Remi, I . . .”

He continued to kiss me, then thrust his tongue into my mouth. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and as I pushed further into his ass, I thought my chest would explode.

Pulling back suddenly, I drew in a breath. I wasn’t sure when I’d taken my last one. I dropped back onto my elbows and stared up at the ceiling while the ache faded.

“Amir,” Remi said.

“I’m sorry, I . . .” With a dry laugh, I pressed the heels of my hands to my forehead. “I’m just overwhelmed.”

“Did I push you too far?”

“I don’t know. For a second, I remembered that I have no clue what I’m doing.”

“I thought you’d be more comfortable topping since it’s your first time.”

“No, that’s why I didn’t want to back at the bar.”

“I’ll teach you everything,” he assured me softly. “But we can switch if that’s what you want.”

When I nodded, he leaned down, moving more slowly than before. His mouth pressed against mine briefly, then he nipped at my lip.

“Well, you know the drill, Amir. Get on your knees. If you’re ready, of course.”

Despite his words, his tone left no room for argument. I didn’t have a good one anyway.

Once I was on my knees, he bit down hard on my ass. My fingers dug into the blanket, clutching it in my fist. Without an ounce of hesitation, he dove in to trace around my hole with his tongue. My breath shuddered out of me, and I had to remind myself to inhale again.

Remi’s hands slid down the backs of my thighs, then back up. His touch made a shiver travel over my entire body. With a groan, he swiped his tongue across me one more time, then he spit directly onto my ass. His thumb pushed it inside of me, slowly breaking through the tension. I took a breath and allowed myself to relax.

“Fuck, look at you,” he said. “You’re going to take me even better than last time.”

“Can you make it to the end this time?”

He scoffed. A second later, his palm struck my ass. “I’m happy to find another way to shut you up.”

When I snorted, he leaned over my back. I looked at him over my shoulder, but he grabbed my hair at the roots and forced my face into the pillow. When he replaced his thumb with two fingers, he stretched my ass enough to shock me into silence. I groaned into the pillow as he angled them, relentlessly seeking my prostate.

“There you go,” he murmured. “Baby, you’re not hard to please at all. So fucking needy.”

I turned my head to bite down on his forearm. A laugh escaped him, and he released my hair. The fingers disappeared from my ass, so I looked at him. He reached over the side of the bed to grab a bottle of lube from his bag, and the sound of the cap made my heart beat faster.

When he was behind me again, I arched my back, pushing my ass higher. His palm connected with it before he added the lube. The crinkle of a condom wrapper cut through the moment before his fingers returned to their previous position so abruptly that I let out a choked sound. He pressed his body against mine and rolled his hips to guide the movement of his hand.

I grunted when he stuffed two fingers into my mouth. I wasn’t aware the instinct existed, but I immediately sucked on them. They plunged so deep that I gagged, but he didn’t let up. He added a third finger to my ass, and I found myself thrusting back against him, desperate for more.

“God, you treat my fingers like you’re a whore, not a virgin,” he groaned.

My cheeks heated, and I almost pulled back, but I could feel his hard dick against my ass cheek. The thought of it had me swirling my tongue around his fingers, just like I had when it was his dick in my mouth. I wanted to do that again, but I wanted him to fuck me more.

There was time.

“Remi,” I garbled around his fingers.

He grabbed onto my jaw and roughly angled my neck so he could kiss me. It only lasted a second before he pulled back. He squeezed, and once my mouth was open, he spit directly into it. It was both demeaning and ridiculously hot, and my throbbing dick agreed. He kept his eyes on mine when he kissed me again, and I refused to look away.

The fingers in my ass slipped free, but they were replaced by the head of his dick. He didn’t allow me to pull away or slow the kiss as he breached me. His brow tightened, but that was the only crack in his composure.

Despite how his fingers had been inside of me, this felt different. A sound escaped my lips, and he slowed his advance. When I tried to say something, he stroked my tongue with his, then plunged it deeper. He shifted his hips in a small circle, and the change in sensation made a shiver run through me.