Page 18 of No Going Back

I whisper, voice rough. “This what you’ve been after all afternoon? Wanted to be split open by your best friend’s dick?”

He moans, a broken, needy sound, and nods again.

I slow just enough to feel every drag, every flutter. Look at his face, sweat-slick, fucked, and beautiful. I swallow hard and ask cautiously, not sure what answer I want, “But that’s not all you wanted… is it?”

He shakes his head slowly, eyes locked on mine, vulnerable and honest.

I groan. “Fuck… Remy…”

I slam into him, punishing, angry at how much I want this too. How wrong it is. How right it feels.

He scratches down my back again, whisper-shouts: “Cole! Oh my god… stop, I’m gonna… oh shit, it feels so good!”

I laugh dark, pleased, and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking fast and rough. “Come for me. Come all over yourself.”

His eyes roll back completely. I slap my hand over his mouth just in time, muffling the broken cry as he comes hard, spilling hot over my fist and his stomach. Remy shaking, clenching around me, completely lost, unravels me. I tip over the edge too. Twitching deep inside him, moaning low against his neck, biting my lip to keep quiet. I keep grinding slowly, riding out the aftershocks because I have no idea what the fuck happens next.

Remy laughs, a soft, relieved, shaky sound. I don’t pull out. Just stay buried, forehead pressed to his, both of us breathing hard in the dark.

Remy says softly, “I need to tell you something.”

I stay buried in his neck, face pressed to the warm skin there, breathing him in. I’m not ready to move, not ready to look into his eyes yet, for whatever comes next.

“What?” I mutter against him.

His fingers slide into my hair, gentle, almost hesitant. “Me and Hannah had sex.”

My whole body locks up. My heart slams against my ribs so hard I swear he can feel it. I lift up slowly, pulling out of him with a low groan I can’t swallow. The drag is wet and hot, but I ignore it, tug my boxers back up, frowning hard.

“You had sex with her…” I say, voice tight. “And then came in here… and had sex with me?”

I’m frustrated, pissed, even though I have zero right to be. She’s his girlfriend… he’s not mine. But the thought of him inside her… makes my stomach twist in a way I don’t want to examine.

Remy pushes up onto his elbows, frowning like he’s confused. “I’m not finished.”

I exhale sharp through my nose and gesture for him to carry on.

He pulls the covers over himself, suddenly shy, and lets out a bitter little laugh. “I had to fake an orgasm…”

I swallow hard and stare.

He tips his head back, groans frustrated, embarrassed. “I fucking went soft inside her, man.”

A grin tugs at my mouth before I can stop it. I can’t help it. He was rock-hard for me… throbbing, leaking, and desperate. The contrast is too much.

Remy looks back at me, suspicious. “Why are you grinning like that?”

I shrug. Crawl back over him, caging him with my arms. “Because…” I drag my tongue in a slow, deliberate line up his stomach, right where he came earlier, tasting him. “You certainly didn’t fake it for me.”

He shivers hard, groaning low at the sight.

I wink. “Not as sweet as salted caramel ice cream.”

Remy laughs, breathless, relieved, and flops back down onto the mattress.

I stand up, stretching. “Well… I’m off to play the game for a bit since you rudely woke me up.”

“Oh…” He sits up, looking suddenly unsure. “Okay, cool… uh… I’ll just…”