“Pierce. Yes,” she says softly, breathlessly, urgently. And that’s all the permission I need. I turn around and head for the stairs, holding her with one hand on the back of her neck and one on her ass. I take the steps two at a time while her hands grip my hair and her teeth bite their way down my neck. We’re frantic and frenzied, both knowing what’s about to happen. Neither one of us speaks, afraid it will break the spell.
I kick open the door to my room and lay her down on top of my bed. My hands wrap around the waistband of her still-soaked shorts and then I’m tugging them down—along with her underwear—while she rips her shirt off, exposing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen in my life. Full and porcelain with tight nipples in the softest shade of pink. I lean down to suck her nipple into my mouth when I see it. A tattoo underneath clear wrapping.
“When did you…”
“Today.” She shrugs. My fingers graze her torso, skating up to the edge of the bandage, looking up at her for permission. She nods, holding her arms above her head. I peel it back, revealing two lines that give me an even deeper look into how Remi sees herself. Destructive. Crazy. And she is those things, but she forgot a few. Beautiful. Sensitive. Fierce. Strong. Loyal.
“You like?” she questions in a small voice.
“I love. You’re incredible, Remington Stringer.”
I step back to take a moment to brand this image into my brain.
She lies there, trembling, with her dark, wet hair spread across my stark white sheets wearing only her tennis shoes. Her tiny form looking even smaller in the middle of my king-sized bed. Her lips red and swollen. Her eyes begging me to follow through.
I’ve never been a religious man, but seeing Remington Stringer laid out on my bed like a sacrificial lamb makes me want to drop to my knees, bury my face between her thighs, and worship her. So that’s what I do.
Never breaking eye contact, I kneel in front of her, running my hands up her thighs, stopping to lick the cut on her thigh, and trail my lips to the crease in her leg. My arms keep her legs pinned straight to the bed while I part her lips with my thumbs, exposing the pink inside. Fuck, she’s gorgeous everywhere.
“Tell me you want me to taste you, Remi.” My voice is strained, but I need to know she wants this.
“God, yes,” she breathes, squirming below me. Her skin breaks in goose bumps before I even touch her.
Her eyes are still locked on mine, and I dip forward to take the first taste of what’s mine. One shallow lick grazes her clit, and as soon as my tongue makes contact, Remi’s hips buck toward my face on a gasp.
“Oh my God,” she mumbles, clenching the sheets between closed fists. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was new for her. That I’m the first man to sit between these creamy thighs and taste her on my tongue. That thought—regardless how off-base it may be—has me going back for more, and this time I’m not gentle. I suck and bite at her swollen clit, and then I split her slit with my tongue and eat her like my life depends on it. She brings her knees up, spreading herself, wanting more.
“Pierce,” she whines. “It feels so—”
I put a hand on each knee, then pin them flat to the bed, exposing her to me completely.
“Fuck,” I breathe. She’s so smooth, wet, soft, and right now, she’s mine. I flatten my tongue and lick her from her tight bundle of nerves down to her even tighter hole, and everything in between. When I fuck her with my tongue, she screams out, clenching around my tongue, and it has me rutting against the bed like a horny kid, desperately trying to relieve the ache in my cock. Her feet slide down my sides, working my sweatpants down.
When I can’t stand not being inside her any longer, I kick my sweats off and crawl up her body. I palm her tits and suck one pointed tip into my mouth. Her back arches, and she grasps the back of my head, holding me to her chest. I move up to her lips and kiss her long and hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue, while I settle between her thighs. When my cock meets her slick center, I can’t help the groan that comes from my mouth, or the way my hips thrust into her. I slide my dick in between her lips while Remington grinds against me.
“Shit. You’re so goddamn wet, I could easily slip inside you,” I rasp.
“So why don’t you?” She’s breathless, but bold as always. “I want this, Pierce. I want you,” she insists, and before I know what she’s doing, she wraps her legs around my back, angles her hips just right, and I freeze. The tip of my bare, engorged cock is just barely inside her.
Pure. Fucking heaven.
“Remington,” I warn, squeezing my eyes shut. It’s bad enough that I’m about to fuck my student. Fucking her raw is another thing entirely. Even I have limits.
“I need to feel you. Just a little bit,” she begs seductively as she starts to move against me, working me inside her. Her eyebrows are pinched together, and she bites her bottom lip.
How can I resist when she begs so prettily?
I sit back on my knees and grip the base of my dick, jacking myself off with just the tip inside her.
When I can’t take the teasing anymore, I pull out, ignoring her protesting whine and rub her clit with the head of my dick.
“Open yourself for me, Remi. Spread your pussy,” I instruct as I lean forward and blindly reach into my nightstand drawer for a condom. She complies, her timid black painted fingertips dip inside while I rip the foil open with my teeth, then roll it on in three seconds flat and position myself back at her hot entrance.
“Stop me now if you don’t want this.” I brace my forearms on either side of her head, caging her in. Those big, green eyes look up at me pleadingly with so much trust, and I take that as my answer. I thrust into her with one sharp move, causing her to scream out, and Jesus, she’s tight. So tight that it physically hurts.
“Let me in, Remington,” I grit out through clenched teeth, working my cock inside of her. When our eyes meet, I’m surprised to find pain instead of pleasure painted on her face, and I pause.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, digging her fingernails into my shoulders.