Forever Never

Her lips coasted down over his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat, working him in wet strokes. He could imagine her on her knees in front of him. Picture those green eyes looking up at him in wonder as he swelled in her mouth. As his balls drew up against his body, fire burning inside them.

She gave him so much with her body. But he wanted more. He wanted forever with her.

But right now. Right now. She was taking him to heaven.

His fingers dug into the metal of the door. He couldn’t help himself, he had to thrust. Fisting one hand in that glorious hair. He used his grip to guide her pace. Soft grunts clawed their way out of his throat as a pleasure so intense burned him from the inside out. It was building at the base of his spine. In his balls. The pulsing throb was almost painful.

Remi moaned, the hum of it like a match to turpentine. It lit him up.

“Remington,” he hissed.

She gripped his shaft tighter with both hands and took him deep.

Again and again, he thrust into her mouth until he was mindless, until nothing else existed to him but the razor’s edge of pleasure.

“Baby,” he rasped. “I’m going to come. Don’t try to—Oh, God.”

She wouldn’t let him pull out. It only made her suck him harder. And when she released one hand from the root of his erection to palm his balls, he lost it.

The release caught him by the throat as it lanced through him. It scalded him from the inside out, that first fiery rope of come as it exploded forth. Into her mouth. In a panic, he found the light switch and slapped it on just so he could watch.

She was worshipping him, a goddess on her knees.

His breath caught, every fiber of muscle in his body tensed as pleasure sharp as pain stabbed him. Again and again, he rocked into her mouth, bucking his hips in erratic thrusts as she took everything he had to give. As she milked every drop from him, allowing nothing to be held back.

That’s what she did. She’d never settle for anything less than all. And for once, he wanted to demand the same.

Even after he was done, even after she’d sucked him dry, he kept up with the shallow, greedy thrusts.

He was dizzy. His thighs quaked with the effort it took to hold himself upright. Remi had been made for a lot of things. One of those things was giving him pleasure. He was sure of it.

Drawing in a shaky breath, he couldn’t do anything but lean his forehead against the door and try not to collapse on top of her. Try not to tell her that he loved her. That he’d always loved her. That he’d never be the same without her.

Her hands were stroking up and down his thighs. Soothing the beast after she’d riled it.

“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly after a long minute. “Did I hurt you?”

“Okay?” There was laughter in her voice. “I feel like a million bucks making big Brick Callan’s knees shake like that.”

She’d been making his knees quake for years.

“Baby, you are going to be the death of me,” he whispered.

Her lips skimmed the sensitive head of his still half-hard penis. A kiss. Christ. How in the fuck was he supposed to survive this? Realizing he still had her hair wrapped around his fingers, he loosened his grip.

Unable to do anything else with his body, he stroked his hand over her hair as she tucked him back into his pants.

He finally managed to reach down and pull her to her feet.

“That was… You are… I’m…”

She framed his face with her hands. “Thank you for doing this for my parents,” she said. “For Kimber. For me. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for always taking care of me. It means the world to me.”

“Uh-huh.” It was all he could manage.

She kissed him on both cheeks and then once on the mouth. “I’ll see you out there, big guy.”

“Uh-huh.”

She was reaching for the doorknob when he caught her and pulled her back against him. “Wait.”

She tilted her hips against him, teasing his half-hard dick with that sweet ass. “I don’t think we have time for another round,” she teased.

“Can I touch you? Out there I mean. Can I hold your hand? Dance with you?”

Remi turned in his arms to face him. She looked stunned. “Of course.”

“We haven’t been out in public together. We haven’t been together in front of your parents.” He needed to be able to touch her. To remind them both that while she was on this island, she belonged to him.

“Everyone knows we’re…you know. It’s not a big deal,” she said, patting his arm as if trying to reassure him.

Not a big deal. The words echoed in his head. We’re…you know. It was a big deal, and no, he didn’t fucking know. She was trying to shoehorn distance between them after she’d gotten on her knees for him. After he’d barely slept for a week trying to do this for her.

“Just don’t try to find out what kind of underwear I’ve got on under the table, or I might embarrass us both,” she said lightly.

It seemed there was only one language Remi understood. He caught her by the hair and dragged her over to the folding table that until about an hour ago had been buried under catering supplies.

“Brick! We don’t have time,” she said, her voice husky.

“Don’t make a sound,” he warned her as he forced her to fold over it.

The dress rode up indecently high, sending him into possessive overdrive. She was already pressing her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He’d relieve it for her. And in the process, he’d remind her that what they were to each other was a very big fucking deal.

Impatiently, he nudged her feet apart and shoved the skirt of her dress up. He loved the bite of the sequins against his skin, but it was the view he was obsessed with. She wore a skimpy black thong with straps that crisscrossed above and around her shapely cheeks.

“Hold on to the table,” he growled.

She obeyed, her entire body vibrating, anxiously anticipating what he was going to do to her. He wanted to punish her for making light of what they had. To parade her around the dance floor with his handprint hidden under that dress.

But more, he wanted her absolute submission. Wanted her helpless and needy.

For that, he sank to his knees behind her. He hooked his fingers into the delicate straps and dragged the material down to her thighs. She was shaking now as he admired how wet her folds were. There was no time for reverence though. Just enough time to dominate.

He leaned forward and brought the flat of his tongue to the slick flesh between her legs. She let out a choked sob, which he rewarded by grabbing both of her cheeks and spreading them wide. He continued to tongue her, stroking through the folds, licking her from clit to anus and back again. Back and forth, until he could feel her clenching hollowly around the tip of his tongue.

“Brick! Brick!” It was half whisper, half moan, and went straight to his dick.

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