That was what he’d wanted to hear.
Sealing his mouth over hers, Remy picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The apartment was quiet. There was nobody else around. They could indulge in each other all they wanted without anyone watching or barging in. He knew she liked to be watched and he didn’t mind it, but just once he wanted her alone.
He set her on her feet by the bed and caught her T-shirt in both fists. She already had his rucked up to his chin.
‘I want to touch,’ she said. ‘Nobody ever lets me see.’
Oh, yeah? He stripped off her T-shirt and then grabbed the back of his. He yanked it over his head. She wanted to see? She could touch him anywhere she wanted. ‘Put your hands on me, baby.’
She wasn’t timid as she laid both hands flat on his chest. She traced the lines of his muscles, and Remy couldn’t help it when his six-pack squeezed. The sensation of those delicate hands stroking him was a turn-on, but so was the look of concentration on her face. It was as if she’d never spent time with the male body.
‘I’m hard where you’re soft.’ He nearly ate his words when she flicked his nipple.
‘Not everywhere.’ There was a devilish look in her eyes as she smiled up at him.
She wanted to play? Oh, they were going to play.
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She gasped, but bent one leg instinctively. She laid on the lily-white bedspread where she’d landed, looking up at him with wide eyes. He toed off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. She looked so fresh and natural, with her dark hair falling around her shoulders.
Did that idiot boyfriend not know what he’d had? Remy’s gaze raked over her in her bra and jeans. Even a nice girl needed a good roll in the sack. That’s what kept her nice. He pushed down his jeans and yanked off his socks. Finally, he stood over her, naked and hungry.
He stood a little straighter when her dark gaze went straight to his cock. After seeing that video of her, he was hard and at attention. She’d fucked herself with a plastic tube because of him. He cupped his balls and pointed his dick at her. She wasn’t going to need anything artificial after he was done with her.
‘That won’t fit into my ass,’ she blurted, her eyes big and round.
Blood rushed down to his boner. Damn, just those words coming from her lips were about to send him off. ‘We’ll have to see about that.’
He caught her ankle and pulled off her sandal. He did the same with the other and pressed his thumb firmly into her arch. She moaned softly. She’d been on her feet in stiletto heels for hours. He rubbed in circles, watching as her eyelids drooped in pleasure. Just when she was sinking into the feeling, he lifted her foot to his mouth. Opening wide, he sucked her big toe deep.
She jerked upright, her stomach clenching. Her toes curled, but he wrapped his tongue around the one he had. She shuddered and fell back on the bed, lifting her arms over her head. The way she squirmed, he knew he had her.
He’d bet his last nickel that skinny boyfriend had never done this for her. Or fucked her breasts, or her mouth, much less that tight backside of hers. Hell, he hadn’t even known what to do with her sweet pussy.
Remy finally gave up her toes and settled her leg back on the bed. Leaning over her, he began working on the tab of her jeans and the zipper. She shimmied her hips when he tugged on the denim and helped him with her skimpy panties. No more cotton, he noted. The thong was lacy and black. He dropped it on the floor. All the lights were on in the room, and he looked his fill.
She was gorgeous lying there in her bra and nothing else.
The hair on her pussy was starting to grow back. It was a dark shadow between her legs. He stroked his hand over it and her legs dropped open. The prickliness of the new growth was just starting to turn soft. ‘From the front or behind?’
There it was, just a hint of the pink he loved to see in her cheeks.
‘Don’t worry, Angel. You’ll get it both ways before the night is through.’
Along with a few other surprises.
She lifted her arms towards him. ‘This way.’
That was right, she wanted to touch him. He could oblige. He knew the feeling.
Placing one knee between her legs, Remy crawled onto the bed with her. He hovered over her, the muscles in his arms bunching as she stroked him hungrily. Curiously. Her hands played over his shoulders and down his chest. She measured the span of his biceps and shivered.
He was twice her weight and probably ten times as strong. She wanted to know what a man felt like? He was better than most, and he knew it. He worked at it, and this was the prize he got for keeping his body honed and his mind sharp.
He fingered the front closure of her lacy black bra. It was centred between her breasts. All he had to do was pop it and they’d spring out, all soft and cushion-like. She was already naked from the waist down.
‘Think you can take this off for me?’
That impish look returned to her eyes. ‘I’ve become a pro at that.’
Watching him closely, she traced the edges of her bra over her generous curves. Finally, they made it to that centre tab. She turned it loose, but kept her motions slow as she pulled back the cups to expose herself.
He caught one heavy globe and plumped it high. ‘Yes, you have.’
He worked her nipple with his thumb as he leaned down to kiss her again. He liked her mouth, all wet and sweet. She gave a murmur of pleasure and her hands glided down his back. She was just as curious about the muscles she found there and he let her explore all the way down to his butt.
Remy blew out a breath. Much more of that, and he’d be in a puddle at her feet.
Stretching out atop of her, he looked down into her eyes. The missionary position suddenly seemed fitting. He lowered himself onto her, letting her take more of his weight. His hips found the cradle of hers and they sunk in deep.
‘Mmm,’ she sighed. ‘You’re heavy.’
‘Don’t forget big.’ He nuzzled against her neck. ‘Men like hearing how big they are.’
She stretched underneath him and he rubbed deliberately against her breasts. Her nipples stiffened at the contact and her fingers bit into his bottom.
‘You frighten me sometimes,’ she whispered.
‘Because I want you so bad?’
She nodded.
He cupped the top of her head and looked directly into her eyes. ‘I won’t hurt you,’ he promised. ‘But that doesn’t mean there won’t be some pain.’
She licked her lips. ‘I want to learn.’
‘You will.’ He shifted his hips, and she opened her legs wider to accept him. He lined himself up at her opening. ‘I’ll teach you good.’
He thrust into her and they both groaned. She was still tight as a fist, but slick. He worked a hand underneath her and lifted her. Finding traction with his toes, he pushed harder. Her legs worked around his waist and her hands clamped onto his shoulders. Her internal muscles weren’t fighting him, just taking their time in surrendering.
She tried to catch her breath. ‘It’s so much.’
‘And you love it.’ Bracing himself on his elbows he bore down steadily, working his cock in until she had all of him. His own breaths went ragged. ‘So do I.’
God, he loved the way she felt, grabbing at him like she never wanted to let him go.
‘Get ready,’ he growled.
He began fucking her in heavy, steady thrusts. Those sexy little sounds she made when she got excited filled the room, and she clutched at his shoulders and then his waist.
Remy nearly went off. He was fucking the pastor’s daughter in her room on a pristine white bedspread. ‘We’re going to stain this thing,’ he warned her.
Her head rolled against the mattress. ‘I don’t care.’
He kept at her as long as his control could take, pumping into her warm pussy and sliding back out. He felt each thrust right down to his balls, and she was shaking and moaning. When he felt himself coming undone, he caught one of her legs and lifted it until it was draped over his shoulder. The position opened her up and allowed him to swing his hips freely.
Her eyes popped open at that and she looked at him in astonishment.
‘One of the benefits of being flexible, Angel.’
He stopped holding back and rammed his aching cock into her. He hit a spot deep inside her and she jerked. She was coming before he could work her other leg up, too. Her internal muscles milked at him, and Remy bowed his head in surrender.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned as he started to spurt.
It was over much too fast, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fantastic.
Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled onto his back. She draped herself over him like a cozy blanket, snuggling up tight. Her breaths were short and rapid as she waited for the thrill to subside.
‘That was a nice start,’ he murmured.
‘Mmmm.’
‘You want to lead for round two?’
‘Two?’ she squeaked.
He patted her bottom softly. He was still inside her and he had no doubt he’d be ready again soon – especially if he let her do her thing. Her inquisitiveness and her willingness drove him wild. ‘Angel, baby, I’m just getting started with you.’
She slowly sat back onto her haunches, straddling him. Her pretty face had an indescribable expression as she looked down between her legs to where they were still connected. He might have blown his wad, but he was still more than she’d got from her long-gone boyfriend. The twerp. She finally found a comfortable position. When he put his hands on her thighs, her gaze lifted lazily.
She was in control – or so she thought – and growing more confident in her sexuality. When they’d first started this mating dance, she hadn’t been able to look him in the eye. Now she was not only looking at him, she was on top.
She glanced around the room. The lights were blazing and the window shades were wide open. Anyone looking in could see, but she made no attempt to climb off him and close them. She looked over her shoulder at the wall. The vent grate was on her vanity, next to the dead camera, and the open duct was gaping.
She shivered, and it went all the way through him. ‘Do you think there are any more?’
‘It depends on how much time and access he had. I need to check the living room more closely and the kitchen.’ He nearly added, ‘if it’s at all like the set-up he had in Jeanne’s house,’ but he stopped himself just in time.
‘Are the police going to find pictures of me?’
‘Probably.’ He wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. He hadn’t been in Simonsen’s place, but Doyle had said the man had quite the collection. The authorities would be looking through everything to see if more charges were warranted.
‘You know Bas has videos of you, too.’
Her chin dipped. ‘That’s different.’
She took a long breath and turned her attention to his chest. ‘How could Paul do that? He was in church every weekend. He claimed to be so devout.’
‘People aren’t always what they seem, Leesha. Sometime black isn’t black and white isn’t white. Everyone’s multi-faceted and we’re all good at putting up fronts.’
‘Some better than others,’ she whispered. She began exploring again, her fingers light and deft. They stroked over his five o’clock shadow and he could have sworn her nipples stiffened. ‘How do you know so much about cameras and technology, Remy?’
For a second, he worried that her sharp little mind had somehow tied him into the stalker case, but when he saw the simple curiosity on her face, he relaxed. She was asking about him. She was interested beyond the sex and animal attraction.
And that made his cock start to swell inside her.
‘Surprised I’m more than muscle?’
‘Everyone has their facets,’ she repeated. Her eyes had turned dark and dewy.
Yes, they did. Just look at her. She was turning into the most complicated woman he’d ever met.
‘It was my job,’ he confessed. And was a bit surprised when he did. He rarely talked about that time in his life. Then again, few had ever asked. Most people felt too threatened by him, but he was glad she was getting past that stage.
She tilted her head and her dark hair fell over her shoulder.
‘Military,’ he said simply.
‘How did you end up at the Satin Club?’
‘You know I’m not much for structure and rules.’ Unable to resist, he ran his fingers through her soft hair. He hadn’t spent this much time talking to a woman in bed before, but it was nice. Intimate. ‘I was skilled at what I did, but when my time was up, I left. Bas and I had grown up together and, when I got back to the States, he’d just opened the club. He needed help with security and background checks, so we partnered and grew the place together.’
‘You knew each other as kids?’
‘There were three of us that hung out: Bas, me and Sam. We were tight. Still are.’
‘You know him well.’
‘Better than most.’
She braced her hands against his shoulders. Slowly, determinedly, she lifted herself and sank back down. Remy grunted. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but if she did that one more time, he’d be stiff as a pipe. He ground her breasts in the palms of his hands and she let out a soft mew.
‘Why hasn’t he …? He’s touched me, but …’ She dropped down onto his cock again, and arched her neck back when he thrust up to meet her.
‘Why hasn’t Bas fucked you?’
‘Ooooh,’ she moaned as she began to ride him faster.
‘Find the rhythm,’ he instructed, shagging her from below.
‘I can’t read him,’ she panted. ‘I knew what you wanted from the very beginning.’
‘This?’ He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
‘That,’ she squeaked.
The natural-born dancer found the beat and Remy’s toes curled. God, she was good at this. Quick-learning and eager. Athletic and responsive. Once they got rid of her remaining hang-ups, she was going to be unbelievable. He watched her body sway as she rode him, her curves moving sinuously.
‘Is he gay?’ she asked.
That brought a bark of laughter from him. ‘Bas? Hardly.’
‘Then what?’
He looked at her speculatively. Most of the girls at the club had an edge, but he didn’t think she’d ever develop one. She was too sweet. Too naturally innocent and beautiful. She wasn’t dancing because she had to; she performed for the sheer joy of it – and that was more enticing than she knew. ‘You’re a difficult one for him.’
She lifted her hair off her neck as her body rocked. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘It’s not what you think.’ He curled upwards and gave her nipple a lick. ‘Do you want him?’
She followed him as he lay back. She wanted more of his mouth. He gave it to her, and her hair fell forward, forming a curtain around him. ‘Yessss.’
Remy tamped down the feeling of jealousy that surged inside his chest. ‘Then ask him.’
Her hips were working wildly now. Catching her by the waist, he rolled so they were both on their sides. Their hips slammed together hard, and the bed rocked noisily. He kissed her hungrily as their hands moved over each other’s bodies. Stroking here, scratching there, interlocking everywhere …
‘Leesha,’ Remy groaned. He rolled her underneath him.
He didn’t want to talk about other men. He finally had her all to himself, and he wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
***
When Alicia awoke, the lights in the room were off and the bed was mussed. She lifted her heavy eyelids to see moonlight streaming through the window. It was so bright, the moon had to be full. She heard a rustle to her right. Was Remy awake again?
The man was insatiable.
Exhausted, she lay limply where she was. She felt like she’d been dancing for hours – with a very enthusiastic partner. Her body was heavy and replete. She couldn’t have moved a muscle if she’d tried, but she did shiver a bit. It was chilly lying naked in the air-conditioning. Remy had covered her most of the night, but other than the sheet wrinkling beneath her belly and the mound of pillows lifting her hips, the rest of the bedding seemed to be missing.
She stretched and looked for the clock on her bedside table. It wasn’t there. At some point, it must have been knocked to the floor.
‘Remy?’ she murmured.
The mattress dipped as he climbed onto it again. ‘Don’t worry, Angel. I’m right here.’
She relaxed. That hot body of his would warm her up.
She let her eyes drift shut. The heaviness of sleep was tugging her back under when she felt fingers stroking up her inner thigh. ‘Mmm,’ she grunted.
She’d had enough. She didn’t even know if she could physically take him again. She felt swollen and tender. He’d been right about the nip of pain.
‘Mmm,’ he agreed, but with a much different tone.
Her eyes popped open when a hard finger suddenly slid up inside her, pushing firmly against her butt hole and gaining entrance. He hadn’t warned her at all, hadn’t touched or played first. His finger was slick, though, and it burrowed deep.
She popped up onto her elbows, her fatigue forgotten. ‘Remy!’
He caught her butt cheek and spread her open. That finger of his was already pumping in and out, relearning the touch and feel of her anus. ‘It’s time,’ he said in a low voice.
Time for –
Alicia’s breath caught as she came startlingly awake.
‘Relax,’ he ordered. His spread his hand wide between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down to the mattress. ‘I planned on having it inside you before you woke up.’
He thought she’d sleep through this?
Alicia moaned as that one finger became two. She lay prone with her hips tilted up on a mound of pillows, ready to accept his penetration. He’d positioned her for this. He even had lubricant.
‘Where’d you get that?’ she asked when she heard the tube squirt. She knew it hadn’t come from her bathroom.
‘I’ve been carrying it on me for a while – ever since the first time I touched you there and you nearly came.’
She cried out when he added another finger, stretching her entrance wide. The sting was biting and the sensation of fullness a bit distressing. She’d seen his cock. She’d been up close and personal with it all night, and she knew it was a lot bigger than those fingers.
Her leg bent at the knee and her toes pointed up into the air.
She let out a yelp when she felt a nip on her big toe.
‘Remy,’ she said worriedly as the mattress rocked again.
His knees were inside hers and he spread them further apart. She tried to push herself up onto all fours. ‘We’ll get to that,’ he breathed into her ear, ‘after I get inside you. Now lie down and take it.’
Leesha felt herself cream. Stickiness coated her pussy and her thighs. Her bottom was slick with lubricant and his fingers were twisting inside her now, trying to loosen her up.
Her breaths went short. She just couldn’t unwind. She knew what was coming after those fingers. Everything inside her was tightening and quivering in denial. She’d never done this before. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.
A stinging swat landed on her backside. She let out a yelp and jumped in surprise.
‘Stop that,’ he growled. ‘I could accidentally hurt you if you fight it.’
‘I don’t know if I want to,’ she said, her voice tiny.
He hesitated above her. ‘Do you trust me, Alicia?’
She curled her fingers into the sheet beneath her. He’d always intimidated her, but he was also the one who swooped in when she needed rescuing. She trusted him to protect her, and she’d experienced nothing but pleasure under his care.
A dark, consuming, addicting pleasure.
‘Yes,’ she whispered.
‘Then let me give you what you need.’ There was the sound of more rustling and he leaned over her. He set the lubricant on the nightstand and looked into her face. ‘I watched you the other night, you know.’
He traced his finger down the bridge of her nose. ‘You liked that cowboy, didn’t you? You liked what he did to you.’
He ran that finger along her bottom lip. ‘It’s OK if you did.’
‘I did,’ she confessed.
He pulled back to position himself and Leesha stared at that tube on the table. It was dark, but the moonlight outlined its shape clearly. Nothing like that had ever been in her apartment.
He didn’t have any of the cowboy’s toys with him, did he?
Her breaths went a little ragged, but then Remy’s fingers left her. She whimpered when she felt the head of his hard cock take their place. ‘You liked that rubber dong inside you, baby, but that was like riding with training wheels.’
He rubbed back and forth, pressing and then retreating. ‘You’re about to get the real thing.’
Leesha squirmed beneath him, and she let out a cry when his hold on her hips locked down tight, spreading her cheeks wide. She knew she should relax, but she was strung tight as a piano wire as that thick tip glided down her butt crack to her secret entrance.
When the pressure started, she cried out again, the sound trailing off to a gasp. ‘Oh, God!’
Remy stopped with just the head of his cock spreading her opening.
He waited, but for what she didn’t know.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ he finally said.
The pressure intensified and she ground her forehead into the mattress. It was hot and biting and so more real than that toy. That was Remy’s cock she felt back there. He’d been warning her for a long time that he was going to do this to her.
And she wanted to give it to him.
Her fingernails clawed at the fitted sheet as he worked in short, rapid thrusts, trying to penetrate deeper. ‘Did you watch the video of me with him?’ she moaned.
She had to know.
‘I saw it live. It was hot, and it made me jealous.’
He kissed her spine and adjusted the pillows underneath her, plumping them higher.
He was jealous?
She melted a bit and the feeling of fullness intensified. It hurt, taking him somewhere she shouldn’t, but an almost unspeakable pleasure was starting to come with it. Dark and lush. Dangerous and slick.
‘I could tell how much you loved it,’ he growled behind her. ‘It shocked you and repelled you, but you took it.’ Sweat dropped from his brow and splattered against her back. ‘That was the only thing that stopped me from walking into the room and grabbing him by the throat.’
Leesha’s backside felt like it was on fire. ‘Re … Remm … Remy!’
Her muscles lost the battle. The moment she gave in, his thick cock bulldozed all the way into her. Without her fighting him, he pushed in straight and true, all the way until his balls bumped against her pussy.
‘Oohh,’ he groaned. ‘That’s fucking incredible.’
Alicia was past words. The heaviness made it hard to breathe, and she realised he’d been holding his weight off her. Not now. He was using it to pin her down. She felt so full, spread so wide. Heat burst inside her and she caught at the hands that were clamped on her hips. ‘It hurts,’ she gasped. ‘You’re too big.’
‘It will get better,’ he promised.
Reaching underneath her, he gently tripped her clit.
The sensation was like lightning as it went through her, jolting from her clit to her pussy to her thoroughly invaded bottom. She flinched and their groans blended in the air.
He stroked his hands up her sides and leaned over her. He locked his fingers with hers and pressed his face into her hair. ‘The good part starts now, tiny dancer.’
Alicia’s air went choppy as he slowly dragged out of her. The relief was intense as the fullness gave way to nothing, but then the tide changed and he was pushing back in again.
He’d begun fucking her ass.
‘Ooooo,’ she moaned. The physicality was one thing, but she hadn’t expected the emotions that came with it. They bubbled up, hot and true. The act was so intimate, it left no room for secrets. The confessions tumbled out of her. ‘Oh, God. I can’t take it. It’s so good. I don’t – but I do.’
‘Oh, yeah, you do, baby.’ He ground into her and her buttocks shuddered. ‘That’s it. Just let me.’
‘I want it,’ she cried. ‘I shouldn’t … It’s awful. Perfect. Please. Please.’
‘Christ, you are something.’ He began thrusting faster. The slurping sounds intensified, and she moaned as he dragged his fingers through the wetness of her pussy. She felt those fingers bump against her bottom as he coated himself with her natural lubricant, but she wasn’t trying to push him out anymore. She liked him just where he was – filling her ass and making her his.
The dark pleasure was consuming. It wrapped her up, stealing her air and heating her from the inside out. Alicia gave herself over to the feeling. This time when she pressed back against him, he drew her up onto all fours. The position freed both their hips and she began to dance the carnal dance with him.
He plunged deep and she squealed.
She tried to follow his lead, but she was shaking and sweating. Her core was so tight, she thought she’d explode.
‘Oh, Remy. I can’t stand it!’
He was using her roughly now, riding her ass. Alicia’s head dropped forward and her hair spilled all around her. The pain, the wicked delight and the astonishment were overwhelming. She rocked back into him, accepting his thrusts and participating in her own degradation.
‘Fuck, Leesha.’ He caught her breasts as they dangled and swung. One hand slid down her belly, fingers spread wide. She was ready to beg when he finally touched her clit.
That one little pluck. That last little tickle.
And she blew.
She cried out when the orgasm ripped through her, tightening all her muscles and lifting her feet off the mattress. Her toes pointed at the back wall and her fingers bunched into fists. The elastic of the fitted sheet popped over the corner of the mattress and she pulled it to nearly the centre of the bed.
The ecstasy was so complete, so multi-dimensional with shadows and light. Shame and pride. Fear and daring. For the first time in her life, she felt like her own person. A confident soul who could stand on her own.
Only when she got her strength back.
She slid onto the mattress, feeling like jelly. The pillows propped her up again, cushioning her and welcoming her.
Remy was still tense and erect inside her, but not for long. With no resistance from her, he plunged and retreated until his hips were twitching in near spasms. Her bottom felt hot and raw, but when he came, the gush of heat and wetness was delicious. Alicia hummed in delight.
She loved this.
She loved being with him this way.
He finally pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed at her side. He looked at her in amazement before pulling her closer. She snuggled like a weak kitten. She wouldn’t have been ready for that the first night. He still unnerved her, but she was a stronger woman now. More understanding of her needs and desires.
‘I told you your ass was mine.’
‘Mmm.’ She wasn’t going to argue with that.
He cupped her bottom possessively. ‘The cowboy can play with his toys, but nobody else takes you there. Do you understand?’
She nodded quickly, but then stared at him. He was assuming there’d be more private dances with the young businessman. Would there be?
They stared at each other in the moonlight, something heavy and important hovering just out of reach. For once, she held that dark gaze of his. Her heart was slowly picking up its pace. What was he saying?
He swallowed hard, the ligaments in his neck showing in stark relief. ‘That’s what you want, isn’t it? To dance for your fans?’
‘Yes.’ Dance.
‘What about that silver-haired fox? Would you give him a private dance, too?’
She felt an after-tremor go through her. The strict boss? Her heart began to pound for real. ‘Maybe,’ she whispered.
‘And the buff black guy?’ His voice had gone tight.
What were they talking about here? Lap dances or more?
Alicia didn’t know how to answer. She didn’t know what he expected out of her. She’d never had a steady lover before, much less multiple partners. And she hadn’t meant to do more than dance for that businessman in the first place. Things had just got out of control.
His dark gaze bore into hers, but it looked shuttered. ‘I can get Bas to make it happen – but you’ll have to work on him yourself.’
Alicia felt a pang inside her chest. She’d thought that tonight had been about the two of them. Their chemistry. They’d been dancing around each other ever since they’d first seen one another. This night together had been inevitable.
But anything more than that?
She didn’t want to disappoint him. Her fans had already proved they could do wondrous things to her body, but they couldn’t compare to what he’d shown her tonight.
She closed her eyes and rested against his muscled chest. She’d thought it had been more than just sex, but now she was confused. And so very, very tired. She couldn’t think about this right now. It was too much.
She just knew one thing. Alicia Wheeler, good girl, had left the building.