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“Beg me for it and I’ll prove it to you,” he purrs. “I promise I can fuck you better than whatever nerds you usually sleep with.”
He is... heart-stoppingly sexy.
Remy Porter is nothing if not exciting.
I definitely never looked at her with any interest. Until she moved into my house.
I grin, loving the effect I have on her. I've always thought she’s sexy when she's angry, even before this week. That’s why I always loved to rile her up.
I can't take my eyes off of Remy. I've never seen her dance before. It's fucking mesmerizing.
Then I remember his words to me that night. I promise I can fuck you better than whatever nerds you've slept with before. I shiver at the memory. I know Tristan's reputation and I know the way my body reacted to him that night—I have no doubt that he could keep that promise.
“You don't want someone to pull your chair out for you, or ask you what you want to eat,” he continues. “You want someone that doesn't need your permission. Someone that will call you on your shit.” He tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back. I gasp in surprise. “You want someone that will spank you when you're acting stupid.”
should be shoving him away from me, telling him to fuck off and to stay on his side of the house for the rest of the week. I shouldn't be thinking about what he tastes like, or how his cock might feel inside of me. I shouldn't be wondering how hard he could make me come.
So, whether it's the tequila or the need to finish the kiss that we started, I decide I don't want to fight it anymore.
“You might regret what you just started,” he growls against my lips. “Hate sex can be intense. And with the way you and I feel about each other, I might actually kill you with pleasure.” His arrogant promises make my cunt pulse, because I have zero doubt that he is going to do exactly as he says. “Just shut up,” I snap—and pull his lips back to mine.
But the one thing that's undeniable is the fact that I've been hard for Remy since the moment I saw her at the bar.
I realized that I only ever see her serious or angry—but happiness looks sexy as fuck on her. I just wanted to watch her a little bit.
I needed her to make the first real move. Not only because she'd been drinking but mainly because I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to show me that she needs me just as much as I need her. And now that she's kissing me, I don't think I'll be able to stop.
As I hit a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, she digs her fingers into my hips and presses herself tighter against my body with a moan. I growl as the motion causes my dick to get even harder than it already is. My jeans are cutting into me and I'm already past the point of feeling uncomfortable. If I don't get my dick out and inside her soon, I think I might actually lose my mind.
I chuckle and shake my head. “Not so fast, Remy baby,” I tease. “I'm going to take my time with this.” Grabbing both of her wrists, I pin them above her head with one of my hands.
I capture her gasp with my lips. I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside, caressing her tongue the same way my fingers are caressing her skin below. I can't get enough of the fire between us when our mouths collide.
grab a fistful of her dress and pull it up a few inches. I'm dizzy with the thought of finally being able to touch her, to see how wet she is.
“Tristan,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “If you don't touch me in the next two seconds, I swear I’m going to hit you with that knee you taught us today.”
“You won't,” I murmur in her ear. “Because if you do, what will I fuck your sweet pussy with?” And then just as she groans at my dirty words, I slide my fingers between her lips and spread her wetness along her slit. Once my fingertips are drenched, I drag them up and start lazily circling her clit.
Holding her eyes, I lift my hand to my mouth and slowly suck her taste off my fingers. “Just as sweet as I knew you would be,” I mutter. She looks at me, stunned, and whispers a simple, “Fuck.” I chuckle and kiss along her jawline. “That was just the first one, baby. Better buckle up.”
It registers in the back of my mind that Remy is very, very far from the prude I once thought she might be.
“If you keep doing that we won't get to the fucking part.” She ignores my comment and instead grabs my hand, pushing it against her warm cunt. “Feel how wet that just made me,” she purrs against my lips. And I do. She's drenched. She's even wetter now than when she came on my fingers just a few minutes ago. Did she really just get that turned on from sucking my dick? Fuck. I am so fucked.
lean forward until my chest is pressed against her back and my lips touch her ear. “Such a good fucking girl,” I whisper. “You take my cock so well.” My hand slips around her waist and slides down until I'm massaging her clit again. “God yes,” she moans. “Don't stop, I'm s-so close…” “I know you are,” I growl, rubbing her a little faster. “I can feel how drenched you are, how much your pussy is tightening around my cock and getting ready to come again. You feel fucking amazing.”
I’m craving her release more than I can ever remember wanting it from a woman. If I don’t feel her waves of pleasure around me soon, I might actually lose my goddamn mind.
I move the hand that was gripping her hips up to wrap around her throat. I squeeze. “I need you to come on my cock, Remy. Now. Come for me.”
I can tell she's avoiding my gaze. She's spent so long hating me that she doesn't know how to react to this change in our relationship—or what it means. I don't know either but what I do know, without a shadow of a doubt, is that I won't be able to stop after one time. I rack my brain for something to say that can ease her nerves.
Fuck. Jax is going to kill me. That’s my second thought after waking up the next morning. The first is that last night was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. My dick is still rock hard hours later from just the thought of Remy’s pussy wrapped around me.
know she didn’t want to admit to liking me and I know she would never want to do anything to hurt Jax. But this… thing that’s been brewing between us this week was just too much. I don’t think either of us could’ve resisted when we were finally alone.
And I'm just going to ignore the fact that it was the best goddamn sex of my life.
“To be honest, the whole night was pretty mediocre. Not quite obsession-worthy.” I'm lying through my teeth, but there isn't a chance in hell I'm going to admit that to him. He doesn't need to know that I haven't stopped thinking about that night. That I've touched myself three times since then to the thought of him fucking me. That I caught myself touching my lips a few times, remembering how electric his lips had felt against mine.
“You can try to lie to yourself but we both know that night was hot as fuck,” he breathes against my skin. “I still remember how wet and tight you felt when I bent you over the couch. My dick's getting hard just thinking about it.”
How is it possible for someone to make my knees weak with just his dirty words?
With his finger he scoops a bit of jelly out of the jar in front of me. Before I realize what he's doing, he spreads it on my lower lip, letting his touch linger for just a moment. My tongue automatically darts out to lick it off. He growls at the sight. “I can't wait to have that mouth on me again,” he mutters darkly.
I wonder briefly if the sex is that good with every girl he sleeps with. Does he give all of them the best sex of their lives? Was Saturday even good for him?
I completely forgot about everything with Tristan. I take a deep breath to remind myself that I need to ignore him, that I need to keep my physical distance and act like I’m not borderline-obsessed with his glorious dick.
“Not a chance,” he decides. “Or if that's true, the poor sap did a piss poor job.” I scowl and drop my hands to my sides. “How on earth would you be able to tell that?” There is nothing sarcastic about his tone as he answers. “Because if you had been pleasured right, you'd have sexy, freshly fucked hair and the most incredible pink, flushed skin. Not to mention, a sated smile.”
I can't stop a hiss from leaving my lips. I was so dead set on never letting him get close to me again but now that he's this close, it feels like I've been drugged by his aura. Like the second I get too close to him, I'm enveloped in a strange trance that I can't break away from. I can't speak or move; all I can do is try not to hyperventilate.
“Remy…” he purrs, right before his lips touch mine. I can't help my lips opening for him any more than I can stop my heart from beating. With a groan, he slips his tongue inside, and I shiver as it slides across my own. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean further into the kiss.
“I should've known you like it rough. Do you like it when I manhandle you? If I reached into your panties right now, would you be drenched?” “God, yes,” I moan, unashamed. I don't care about how it makes me look, or what we're even doing right now, all I can think about is how badly I want him to throw me around and fuck me seven which ways. I need his talented cock to douse this fire that feels like it's burning up every inch of my skin.
He leaves me in my thong, running a thoughtful glance along my body before stepping close again and ripping my blouse open. I gasp as my buttons fly everywhere. And then I’m sitting in front of Tristan, exposed in my racy red lingerie set. “Jesus,” he gasps, gawking at my outfit. “You're like a sexy secretary fantasy come to life.” He runs another hungry glance over my lacey bra and panties, then reaches forward to grab my hair so he can yank my mouth back to his. “I've always wondered what you were hiding under your work clothes.”
Gripping the edge of the counter with both hands, I wiggle to try to take him inside. He chuckles against my skin as he lays kisses along my neck. “So eager,” he mutters. “Luckily, I can't wait any longer, either.” And with one long, slow movement, he pushes all the way in.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he moans. “I already don't want this to end.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders and nip his earlobe. “Fuck me,” I whisper in his ear.
He pulls back a little so he can look at my face. When he sees my struggle, sees that I'm close, he growls in approval and kisses me roughly. “Come for me,” he whispers into my mouth. “Scream for me.”
“I hope this solidified it in your brain that this isn't stopping anytime soon,” he growls against my lips. My eyes go wide but I don't say anything. “I'm serious,” he growls, nipping my lower lip. “Stop running from me.”
Honestly, I blame Tristan’s hate-inducing personality. Everyone knows hate sex is the best sex.
“You don't hate me?” he purrs in my ear. I yelp—I hadn't noticed him leaving the kitchen to stand behind the couch. “Good to know. Sounds like my plan to fuck you into liking me is working right on schedule.”
“So, what's the plan for when your career ultimately ends? What's the secondary career?” This time Tristan growls as he turns to me. “You're starting to push my limits, Remy. I'm getting very close to busying your mouth with something else.”
“Fuck, I love watching you suck my dick,” I groan. I can't get enough of the sight of her repeatedly taking my length into her mouth.
The moment I pick up my pace, she moans again before hurriedly pulling her tank top up over her tits. She cups them, then pinches each nipple. “Jesus, Remy, you're gonna kill me,” I gasp. “That is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.” I lean down to tug one of her nipples with my teeth.
