One kiss. Simple thing to ask really. Hadn’t Ethan been a perfect gentleman through and through? In his short time in New York, Remy didn’t have the time to date. Remy doubted any of the men Trish wanted to set him up with would show Remy the same courtesy, elegance, and refined predatory grace Ethan did.
Talking to Ethan and getting to know him better didn’t help his situation. Over the past four weeks Remy expected a bored rich and arrogant werewolf alpha to appear. Not this thoughtful down-to-earth guy who just happened to be a shifter.
Still with so many rumors surrounding Ethan, there should be some grain of truth in them somewhere. Right? Besides, Remy didn’t just need his job. He liked it. Tutoring bright-eyed kids like Miriam reminded his of his passion. Why Remy became a teacher in the first place. He liked kids, especially guiding them and showing them the ropes.
Part of Remy refused to separate the walls between professionalism and personal desire though.
Something about the intensity and dark desire in the way Ethan looked at Remy made him refuse to back down. Ethan’s smoldering gaze dared Remy to take the leap.
Besides, Ethan hadn’t asked much, only a kiss. What can a kiss do?
Maybe it would only affirm the fact they hadn’t been compatible at all. Also, it would confirm the sinful fantasies Remy harbored each night that left him flushed after, was only that. Fantasy.
“I’m waiting, Remy. I’m not a terribly patient man”
At Ethan’s deep and husky voice, Remy closed the last few inches between them. They touched. Despite the fabric covering their bodies, Remy felt the heat. Slow at first, it smoldered, practically begging for them to take off their clothes.
Electricity rammed right to Remy’s chest and cock. All throughout dinner, Remy kept worrying if Ethan could somehow see his shaft straining against his jeans. Thankfully, Ethan kept his eyes respectfully on Remy’s face. This moment though, Ethan took in all of Remy’s reaction—from his face to the rest of his strung up body.
Ethan looked at Remy like he was the most desirable morsel he’d ever lay his eyes on. Good enough to eat, and then fuck senseless. God. Remy wanted to be devoured.
Ethan banded one possessive arm around Remy’s waist, drawing him suddenly close.
“Arms around my neck, Remy,” Ethan commanded.
Remy obeyed, closing his eyes briefly to take in all of Ethan’s scent—cologne, mint, soap, sweat, and undeniably male.
“Give me your lips,” Ethan said.
Remy could feel his member, straining, begging for release. Damn it. He swore to not come like some horny undisciplined teenager. Remy opened his eyes to see Ethan leaning over, brushing his lips over his forehead, the curve of his nose, before finally reaching his mouth. Remy leaned closer, wanting so much more, but Ethan let out a little chuckle.
“Impatient are we?”
Before Remy would formulate a smug response, Ethan started nibbling on his bottom lip. Remy moaned, aware his cock was close to bursting.
Who knew Ethan Drake could be such a tease?
Finally, Ethan took his lips and thrust his heat into Remy’s mouth. Remy responded with fervent passion.
Usually, Remy let his partner lead the dance, but something about Ethan prompted Remy to take action. Their lips and tongue tangled. Ethan tightened his hold on Remy, his possessive hunger a heady concoction.
When Ethan released his lips, Remy groaned. Both of them panted. Wide-eyed and overwhelmed, Remy realized wanted so much more. His head spun and his heart hammered against his chest, but the sane logical part of Remy’s brain told him to back off now. Ethan had gotten his kiss, but Remy’s body refused to pull away from Ethan’s embrace.
Ethan ran a hand down his spine. Remy shivered, feeling the press of Ethan’s erection against his stomach.
“Stay the night, Remy,” Ethan murmured.
There werewolf alpha made little kisses on the side of his neck, making it hard for Remy to think. Remy reined in his emotions. He clutched at Ethan’s shoulders, looking up at him. Remy tried to read Ethan’s emotions, but all Remy saw was passion equaling his own.
“I can’t. This isn’t right. You’re my employer. I value my job, and what about Miriam?” Remy asked.
Silly little Remy.
Losing his job was probably the last thing on Ethan’s mind, because a man like Ethan would have no trouble finding an equally or more qualified replacement.
Ethan growled, the sound more animal than human. But Remy wasn’t frightened. Ethan then nipped at his ear, making Remy tremble.
“I promise you, Remy. Whatever happens tonight, it won’t affect your job. You’re a good tutor and Miriam likes you. She even sees you as an older brother. I won’t take that away from Miriam or from you.”
Remy never had a relationship with a man of Ethan’s standing, but he knew enough that men could be accomplished liars. Hadn’t Remy run himself through the mill with Ted, his old high school boyfriend?
And the reason Ted gave him when Remy found him sleeping with another guy? That Remy pushed him into it, because he couldn’t give more. That Remy had trust issues and was incapable of fully surrendering himself to another human being.
Remy had enough. Enough of being the shy guy who couldn’t let go of his insecurities. Ethan found Remy attractive enough, hadn’t he?
Whether Ethan only saw Remy as a worthy conquest for his wolf, or someone worth having a relationship with, only time could tell. Remy had to find out. Besides, months of solely focusing on his job exhausted Remy. It was about time he unleashed all the frustrations building in his body.
“Are you staying or leaving, Remy?” Ethan tilted Remy’s chin.
Ethan’s gaze speared through his, frightening and intense. The alpha’s pupils changed slightly to wolf-amber, but Remy saw the rare patience and understanding there as well.
“I’m staying,” Remy whispered.
“Wonderful.” Ethan cupped his jaw and kissed him again. No holds barred this time round. Ethan plundered Remy’s lips, and last of Remy’s resistance crumbled to a heap.
Keeping one hand banded around him, Ethan gently squeezed the bulge in his jeans, sending another jolt of pleasure right to Remy’s insides.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see you undress,” Ethan said after parting from his lips. Ethan let him go.
Feeling bold and reckless, Remy’s hands fumbled for the buttons of his shirt. He hesitated for a fraction of a second. Remy wondered who the hell his confident guy suddenly was. The old Remy he knew would dart away like a frightened mouse when a domineering man issued him commands.
He had wet dreams, masturbated secretly to a voice telling him what to do, and feel sinful and guilty after. Remy considered those fantasies a dirty little secret. Acting them out in real life though...took another kind of courage. A leap.
Was Remy ready? Would Ethan catch him if he fell?
“I’m waiting, Remy,” Ethan growled.
Ethan’s voice sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. Remy quickly undid his buttons, took off his shirt, and practically yanked off his jeans. Remy automatically covered his aching shaft, which was so close to bursting.
“Don’t cover yourself. Be proud. You’re a fucking hot and sexy guy, Remy.” Ethan came close and grabbed his hands.
Ethan pressed his lips to Remy’s fingers. “Now I want to see the rest of you bared.”
“Your turn to strip. It’s only fair,” Remy pointed out.
Once again, he admired this new and improved Remy who took command. Decided he kind of liked it.
“Very well.” Ethan undressed.
Remy’s mouth watered at the sight of Ethan’s golden flesh exposed—his well-defined pectorals, broad shoulders, the fine line of hair disappearing down his abs and trousers. Remy’s gaze lingered on Ethan’s erection. Good Lord, he didn’t think he ever had such a large cock up his ass.
Ethan let out a quiet laugh. Remy’s neck turned slightly pink, realizing Ethan caught him seizing up his member.
“See what you do to me, Remy? Rock-hard in a matter of minutes, and I can’t say anyone have that effect on me.”
The mention of other lovers reminded Remy painfully of Ethan’s reputation as a playboy. Remy’s skin prickled. How could he be jealous and possessive of all those men and women? He certainly didn’t have a right to it. Remy wasn’t Ethan’s boyfriend or lover. Hell. Remy wasn’t Ethan’s anything, only his daughter’s tutor.
“I can practically see the wheels turning in your handsome little head, Remy. That won’t do at all.” Ethan took Remy’s lips again, eradicating any doubt.
Remy moaned into his mouth. Ethan’s hand slipped up his belly, abs, and ribs. The rough calluses under Ethan’s large warm hand contrasted sharply with Remy’s smooth and tanned skin.
“I’m going to take my fucking time exploring every delicious inch of you, boy,” Ethan said. His gaze darkened and his pupils turned amber again.
Remy could only nod. He began to fidget, unused to the attention. In Remy’s experience, his old lovers never took much interest in his body. Remy wasn’t ripped, although he did a little bit of running.
Most men were only interested in cock and ass, nothing more. Ethan though...
Ethan brought him close, his mouth warm and hot against Remy’s neck. He sucked at the flesh there, slightly pointed canines grazing Remy’s skin. Remy shuddered when Ethan went lower, nipping and sucking, taking one nipple between his lips. He groaned when Ethan sealed the bud with heat, before biting down on it.
Up until that moment, Remy hadn’t known a man had been capable of stringing his body like a puppet. It had never reacted this way with Ted, but Ethan wasn’t just any normal man. Ethan Drake could have any one in New York. Models, socialites, actresses, centuries-old vampires and other paranormal denizens that possessed supernatural beauty, and yet Ethan picked him—average and shy Remy. His daughter’s tutor.
Before Remy could pursue that line of thought again, Ethan placed a finger to his lips. “No thinking, Remy. Let our bodies do the talking.”
Hesitantly, Remy nodded. Not thinking was good.
“Sit on the couch. I want to taste you.”
“You already did,” Remy reminded him, but he sat on the couch either way.
He suddenly felt conscious, realizing both of them were naked in the living room. Remy nervously glanced at the windows and open balcony, but Ethan dragged his attention back to him by kneeling between Remy’s legs.
Remy shuddered when Ethan parted his legs, and traced his way up Remy’s calves, knees, and inner thighs. He grew bright red when it finally sunk in. Ethan wanted to taste his delicate bits. The realization must have shown on his face—Remy had never been good at hiding his emotions, because Ethan grinned.
“Smart boy. Haven’t you had a man suck your cock?”
“I—no. Never,” Remy had confessed. “I well...have always been on the giving end.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed at that.
This evening was apparently a first of many firsts. Ted had taken Remy’s virginity during prom night. After Remy gave Ted his first clumsy blowjob, Ted slipped on a condom and probably took half the night working his way into Remy’s ass, grunting all the way. It hadn’t been his worse experience.
Ted hadn’t been rough, but he hadn’t been all that great either. After that, Remy had no further interest in sex. Heck, he’d even wondered if he were really gay, but experimenting with girls didn’t do it for him either. Remy found nothing special about sex, contrary to the gay erotic romance novels he liked to read until Ethan taught him otherwise.
“Let me assure you that you’ll thoroughly enjoy this.” Ethan traced his veined length, already standing at half-mast, from balls to tip.
Remy’s fingers twitched. He was tempted to cover himself again, but Ethan seemed capable of noticing the little details most men wouldn’t bother with.
“Remember what I said, Remy? No hiding yourself from me.”
Swallowing, Remy nodded. The new and confident Remy obeyed, keeping his hands still. Even though his entire face must be red, excitement stabbed through him.
“You have a fucking delicious cock, Remy. Perfect. I can’t wait to taste you.” Ethan settled himself between his legs.
Ethan tightened his hands around Remy’s legs, keeping them apart. Remy looked down at the gorgeous man kneeling in front of him. He was about to say something, but his mind completely blanked out when Ethan’s tongue darted out. Ethan licked the glistening pre-cum at his tip and Remy’s entire body buckled at the sensation. Ethan swept his tongue over his head, before sliding it agonizingly slow over his length. Remy tangled his fingers into Ethan’s hair, wanting to hold onto something.
Ethan paused, looked up at Remy, his gaze filled with dark desire. “Next time, I know how to keep your hands still. They’ll look excellent bound, Remy. What do you think of that?”
“I don’t know,” Remy admitted.
He wanted to talk now, of all times? And being bound, was Ethan into all that?
“But the thought excites you,” Ethan stated.
Remy squirmed under his gaze. Would Ethan know those words sent another flood of arousal through Remy’s body?
Oh God. Yes, Ethan would probably smell his excitement. He was a werewolf and shifters could probably sniff out lies.
“Yes,” Remy admitted.
“I love how you’re refreshingly honest.” Ethan thankfully, dispensed with words.
Ethan continued nibbling and sucking, before taking Remy’s thick length between his lips. Remy let out a loud moan, tugging at Ethan’s hair. Ethan began to take him inch by inch, applying delicious suction. Ethan stopped mid-way. “I want to hear your cries when you come, Remy.”
Ethan resumed his task, drawing out once Remy’s tip hit the back of his throat. Relentless, Ethan came back for air only to dive back in. It only took several times before Remy exploded. He gasped, head spinning. Waves of pleasure assaulted his body as he came under Ethan’s mouth.
Ethan watching him orgasm—Remy had never seen a more erotic sight. His vision blurred, and by the time he came back to reality, Ethan came back with a washcloth to clean him up.
“You taste fucking fantastic as I imagined.”
“Thank you.” Thank you? What kind of idiot said that? Remy tried again. He looked at the stiffening cock trapped in Ethan’s trousers and knew what to do next. “Maybe I can return the favor.”
Could he do this correctly? Ted always complained about Remy being unskilled. What if Remy ended up disappointing Ethan? Failing so badly Ethan decided he didn’t want to see him again?
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate the offer, but you don’t need to force yourself.”
“I’m not forcing myself. I want to,” Remy asserted, slightly stung by his remark.
“Then I’ll take you up on your offer,” Ethan conceded.
“Okay, good, “ Remy said, glad his voice sounded calm.
Jesus. Remy’s nerves were fried. He couldn’t help but stare at Ethan’s impressive length for a few seconds. It pointed skywards and stood thick, long, and erect. Bigger than Ted’s, that was certain. Despite Remy’s nervousness, part of his mind already started wondering how that beautiful cock would feel like, slowly easing its way inside his waiting ass. Just imagining the scene made his own shaft stir again.
“Let me get the lube and condoms just in case.”
Ethan disappeared into a room Remy assumed was his bedroom. The seconds felt like hours. When he returned, Remy’s nervousness hadn’t dissipated.
“Suddenly changed your mind?” Ethan asked, amused.
Remy shook his head quickly. Refusing to be daunted, he knelt in front of Ethan.
“Never. I’m going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever gotten.”