Thirst, p.16
Thirst, page 16
He doesn’t make me wait even though he could. He could make me wait and listen to me beg for his dick, and I would. I would plead until he entered me, but he obviously wants me just as much as I want him. The sound he makes as he slides into me is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard, a cross between a sigh and my name being moaned.
We rock in rhythm as Zeke strokes my hair and whispers in my ear. My head swims with the things he says to me as I wrap my legs around him and let him control the pace. He whispers about how much he cares for me, how much he wants to make me come again, and how beautiful I am. The things he says makes my heart swell with love for him until I can’t take it any longer. I bite down on my hand at his shoulder to keep my mouth from giving me away, but I can’t fight it any longer.
“I love you, Zeke,” I murmur just as intense fear settles into my chest as soon as the words roll off of my tongue.
“You love me, Remi?” Zeke whispers, stroking my hair.
“Yes. I love you,” I say louder as his thrusts speed up, and he fucks me deeper until every part of his thighs and dick area is soaking wet with me.
Zeke pulls back so that we look into each other’s eyes, and his eyes flutter each time he pushes back into me. “Show me, baby. Make me fucking come for you, Remi.”
I close my eyes and focus on squeezing my pussy around his cock. He groans my name and grabs my hips to be closer to him. We fuck relentlessly. There’s no other word for it, and I feel pressure and tension in Zeke’s muscular back for the next several minutes. He’s close, so I murmur everything but the kitchen sink at him.
I tell him how gorgeous he is because he’s truly the most beautiful man I know. I tell him how no man has ever made me feel so cherished and like I actually deserve to be loved. I tell him all of the things I like about him as he reaches his climax, and he moans for me as hot wetness spills into me and immediately soaks my sheets as it runs down my thighs.
We don’t speak afterward. We lay on my sopping wet sheets coated with cum and sweat and just stare as if seeing each other for the first time.
Maybe we really are seeing each other for the first time.
Chapter 19
Zeke
“Cream and sugar, just the way madame likes it,” I say, handing the cup of coffee to Remi as she pads out of her bedroom, her hair a jumbled mess.
“What time is it?” she asks, confusion in her voice. Remi’s definitely not a morning person.
“It’s a little after seven. Do you work today?” I ask, hoping she’ll say no. “I’m off today if you’d like to have breakfast. I promise not to make you eggs. You don’t have any in your refrigerator anyway. I did find a thing of biscuits, though, and they’re in the oven. I hope that’s alright. I can take them out if you need to leave.”
Remi slinks over to the barstools on the other side of her kitchen counter. “I don’t work today,” she says quietly, but I half expect her to tell me she’s busy. “There’s a farmer’s market going on today, and I’m out of bread. We can go if you like.”
Joy flames in my chest because she’s asking me to spend time with her. She’s not pushing me out the door. She actually wants to hang out with me today and is inviting me into her world. The idea of scrounging around a farmer’s market with her on a Saturday morning while holding her hand is too good to be true. “I’d love to go! I was worried I’d get a sticky note this morning.”
Remi looks around like she’s still not awake. “It’s my place, Zeke.”
“I was still expecting a sticky note on the fridge telling me to get out,” I say with a smile. I’m only half-joking.
Remi must not find it funny because she looks away from me and wrings her hands. “I want this to work out, Zeke,” she replies just as the damn oven timer goes off.
I walk to the oven and get the biscuits out as Remi grabs some jelly and a tub of butter from the fridge. We take our food to Remi’s eat-in kitchen and eat in silence as we wait for Remi’s coffee to work. I instinctively get the idea that she needs coffee to work before getting into anything too heavy.
Eventually, she gets up to clear her plate and comes back over to me with the pot of coffee. She ruffles my hair when she refills my coffee for me and leans down to kiss me on the forehead. It’s such a loving gesture, and my heart swells about four sizes its size inside my chest. I am so fucking in love with her, and I hope she meant what she said to me last night. I hope she really does love me, and it wasn’t just an impending orgasm doing the talking.
She places the coffee pot back on the burner and comes to curl up in my lap as I finish my cup. She wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face in my chest as we just sit in silence for several minutes. I kiss the top of her head every so often and can’t stop myself from running my fingers through her long hair.
“I love you, Remi,” I whisper into her ear.
Remi raises her head and pushes her nose into the bridge of my nose while cupping my cheek. “I love you, Zeke.”
I move to kiss her mouth, and she ducks her head away while covering her mouth. “Why won’t you let me kiss you?”
“Morning mouth!” she says and points to her mouth while sliding off of my lap.
She heads back toward her room and master bathroom to brush her teeth, and I take one last swig of my coffee and follow. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?” I ask, standing at the door with my arms on either side.
She quietly hands me a pink toothbrush that I eye for a second while Remi shrugs. “It’s all I have,” she gurgles with a mouth full of toothpaste. “Are you averse to pink?”
“Real men use pink toothbrushes,” I say, squeezing her toothpaste tube.
We brush in silence, and Remi slinks over to me when we’re both done. “Can I have a kiss now, Chief?” she asks, tilting her face up to me and standing on her tiptoes.
I tilt her chin back a little more and look into her eyes. “We could shower, and then we’d get through all of the hygiene benchmarks this morning,” I say with disappointment. “They cut our water time more, in case you hadn’t heard.”
Remi stares at me for a few seconds. “I think I can help with that for our shower, Mr. Lightfoot,” she taunts as she walks to her shower and turns it on.
The water sputters, and she looks back at me. “What are you doing? We aren’t going to have time to do anything in there.”
“Such little faith in me, Zeke,” she says and flicks water at me from her finger pads.
Water runs out of the faucet, and she raises her hand up to the water. As soon as it freezes in midair, she turns off the faucet. Water hovers in place, and Remi gives her fingers a few wiggles, watching the water react to her movement.
“Are you coming in or what, Chief?”
She doesn’t have to ask again. I push my jeans down and step out of my underwear just as she slides her panties down her long legs. I salivate at the thought of her, and she steps into the risen water as I slide in the small shower stall after her.
She moves the water around in a circle until it’s encircling us as we stand in the shower. Then, she brings just a few drops up with her other hand and sprinkles them lightly over us, wetting our hair.
“The water crisis may not be over, but I believe you said something about wanting to wash my hair.”
I bend to kiss her as I grab the shampoo off of her shower caddy. Getting a good lather, I motion for her to turn around and use my fingers to work the shampoo into her scalp. I drag my fingers down her hair, moving the suds all the way through. I don’t stop moving my hands until her entire head is covered with suds. Only then do I massage her scalp with my fingers. She moans from the scalp massage, and my dick comes to attention. The sound of her moan has a psychological effect on me, and the thought makes me smile.
“That feels so good, Zeke.”
“How are we going to rinse this?” I ask, looking at the water swirling around us.
Using her hands, Remi lifts more water around us, and she dumps the water on both of us slowly while rinsing her hair. I help rinse the suds, and she turns the faucet on to give us more water for our water circle.
“We wouldn’t have a water crisis if every household in Jensen City could do this,” I say, hugging her to my chest.
Wisps of water droplets dampen my skin, and I use it to soap myself and Remi. As I once promised, I wash every single part of her body while maintaining eye contact with her. She watches me run my soapy hands down her breasts and stomach until they meet at her pussy. I put more soap on my hands and wash her entire center, even getting her lips and clit. She does the same to me, and I close my eyes and hiss when her hands lovingly caress my dick.
“Do you remember what else you told me you’d do to me in a shower?” Remi whispers in my ear as she allows a bit of water to come down and rinse the soap from our bodies.
I put my lips next to her jaw and give her a small kiss. “I remember something about tasting you and then fucking you against the wall,” I murmur and take a long lick up her neck before sinking to my knees.
The water swirls around me, and Remi grabs a hunk of my hair, guiding my mouth to her clit. I fight a bit against her so that I can give her a few small kisses right under her belly button and lick the place where her legs meet her groin area. She sighs and leans her head against the tile, and I take that as my clue to start licking the more fun places.
My tongue flicks lightly over her clit, causing her to inhale deeply and grip my hair harder. I swipe up her slit and simply savor the taste of her as it floods my mouth. She was smart not to let me go down on her before I knew it was her at the club. I would have recognized the taste of her pussy immediately. Her pelvis comes away from the wall, and I suck on her clit as I flick my tongue across it.
Her body shakes as I flick my tongue across her over and over, and I hold onto her hips just in case I make her come so hard that she falls. She widens her legs so that she has a better base and grips my wrists like she’s worried about it. She doesn’t need to worry because I won’t let anything bad happen to my girl.
She bucks as her orgasm builds, and I look up at her, hopeful I'll meet her eyes. Her head is still thrown back against the shower wall as her chest heaves, gasping for breath. I let her buck against me until I feel a tightness coiling in her core, and her hands grip my wrists harder.
“Fuck, Zeke, that feels so fucking good,” Remi gasps, bucking even harder. “Right there. Holy shit, baby!”
Her words motivate me to keep doing what I’m doing but with a smidge more speed and pressure until her hands on my wrists are like vices, and she gives one last moan. She trembles against the wall, and no sound escapes her lips because she’s too busy coming on my mouth. As soon as she’s done, I mouth the hood for a few moments like I know she likes, and she loses her shit again in waves as she moans my name.
She looks down at me as I smile and take one more long lick all the way up her slit. She grips my hair and brings me up slowly so that I’m able to kiss her belly and breasts on the way up. When I reach her neck, I nip at it while she cups my ass with her hands and throws her head back again.
I lift her slightly as she opens the faucet again to replenish the water swirling around the shower. She snakes her legs around my waist, and I groan with the wet warmth of them around me and the feel of her hands in my hair as I slide my throbbing dick into her pussy.
We both moan when I reach the hilt, and I push her against the wall as I fuck her. “Does that feel good, Remi? Is that what you want?” I murmur in her ear.
“Fuck, yes!” is all she can mutter as I push deep and hard inside of her.
I have a hard time controlling my own breathing and moans as her tight wetness covers my cock. “That’s the pussy I love. Fuck, Remi, you feel so fucking good on me.”
She claws at my back, and the idea that she may leave marks only emboldens me further. I ram into her over and over as she loses control over the water, and it starts to gently mist between us. It's like a warm rain above us as I close my eyes, my own core tightening with pleasure.
She adjusts her legs so that they’re tighter around me and tightens her pussy. My balls quiver, and electric pleasure courses through me as I unload inside her pussy and cum drips onto the shower floor.
Remi practically purrs as I gently set her down on the shower tile. My own legs practically buckle, and I try to catch my breath as she rains wet kisses all over my chest. Leaning both hands on the shower wall to control my breathing, I let her touch me everywhere and kiss whatever part of me she can reach.
Eventually, she tilts her face back up to me and asks me if I’m done. When I say that I am, she drops the water to the shower floor and steps out into the bathroom, leaving me to wipe the wetness from my face and moan at the loss of her body next to mine.
“Are you in a hurry?” I ask as she grabs a towel and throws it at me.
“I heard my phone go off a few times. I want to make sure it’s not an emergency.”
I dry off my body and shake out my wet hair before neatly hanging the towel on Remi’s towel rack. When I walk out of the bathroom, Remi is squinting at her phone, her towel is forgotten in a wad at her feet.
“Anything big?” I ask, concern in my voice. “What’s up?”
Remi shakes her head like it’s nothing important. “It’s just Linus. He told me to come by the lab sometime soon and gave me the door code in case he’s in the back.”
“What do you think he wants?” I ask. I'm beginning to see why Archie just calls him that fucking guy. I'm starting to have the same thought every time I hear his name from Remi's mouth. I'll have to deal with my feelings on it, though, because Remi isn't dumping him as a friend any time soon.
Remi just laughs at me and smiles. “Relax. He doesn’t want to fuck me or anything. I’m sure he just wants to show me something.”
“Oh, I’m sure he wants to show you something.”
“Actually, he really wants to show Darby something, but you really don’t need to worry. Linus and I have been friends for years and have only messed around when we were both single. In case you haven’t noticed, Chief, I’m not exactly single any longer.”
“Not exactly single? Does this mean you want to try working on a relationship?”
“Yeah,” Remi says, nodding. “Is that alright?”
I invade her space quickly and put my forehead to hers. “It’s more than alright, Remi. It’s exactly what I wanted the first moment we spoke.”
“We have to go slow, though. I want to make sure this is right. We have mutual friends and will always be in each other’s orbit. I want to make sure we don’t rush and hurt our friendship. Got it?”
“Got it,” I laugh, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“Uh, Zeke,” Remi stutters as I start to dress. “I quit my job at the club. I just thought I’d tell you because I didn’t want you to worry that I still worked there. You don’t have to worry about me touching other men.”
Something about the way she says it makes me feel uncentered, but her words make me happy. I don’t have to worry about her jerking off some other guy or dominating a man sexually while we’re together. It’s funny that I didn’t even think about that until she just mentioned it.
“Did you quit because of me?”
Remi shrugs. “I don’t know. I was having a bad night there, and it made me angry. Then, I got angrier because I thought the club was a barrier to us being together. I signed a privacy agreement when I started working there and was worried I’d break it and be sued. I also didn’t want to have to face you if you showed up again.”
“You told me to stop,” I say, pulling a shirt over my head.
“Would it have kept you away long term?”
I snort and buckle my belt. “Maybe. I didn’t think about it too much since there’s this girl that I like that consumes most of my sexual thoughts. I sure as hell never thought for a second that you were the same woman.”
Remi gives me a small smile and steps forward to hug me. I kiss her on her forehead and wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a closer hug. The smell of her shampoo wafts from her hair, and I could hold her like this forever.
“Remi,” I say, pushing away so I can look into her eyes. “You said you had a bad night at the club. What happened?”
She pats my chest and shakes her head. “I can’t tell you that, Zeke. If I tell you and it gets out because you go kill the guy, I can be sued. Hell, I can be sued just for violating his privacy. Besides, it’s not someone I want to piss off.”
My jaw flexes as I tilt her chin up to me. “Who do I need to kill?”
“It’s funny that both you and Darby had the exact same reaction to this story,” Remi muses, but I make her look me in the eyes even though she tries to look away.
“What happened?”
“Zeke, I can’t tell you. I’m fine. This happened weeks ago. It happened right after I told you to never come back,” she says and grabs my hand holding her chin. “It’s water under the bridge. I handled it.”
Anger fills my chest, and my heart pounds at the thought that someone hurt her or said something to hurt her. I never want her to hurt. I’d lay down in the street and let a bus run over me if it meant that Remi wouldn’t hurt another day in her life. Shock at that thought invades my brain, and I give Remi a quick peck on the cheek. I paste on a fake smile for her so she doesn’t think that I’m dwelling on it, but if I ever find out who hurt her, I will have words with him. Hell, my fist may have words with him. It irritates me that it may be one of my colleagues in the city, and I’m completely ignorant of what happened.
I can only finish getting my shoes on and put on a happy face for Remi. “Let’s go get you some bread, Remi.”
Chapter 20
Remi
The door to Linus’s lab is closed and locked, which seems weird to me, but maybe he’s in the back lab working. I knock lightly to no response, and then enter the code he sent me into the security knob. Silence and surprisingly dim light greet me as I walk into his lab and close the large steel door quietly behind me.
