“What?”
“The trolleys are my favorite too,” Savage blushed.
“Really!” I grinned happily. “I love when they go up and down the big hills, and the trolley guy rings the bell. He let me ring it once. Did you ever get to ring the bell?”
Max chuckled. “Remi, you can talk to Savage later about his trolley ride. Savage, text me if anything comes up. I don’t want any more disturbances tonight.” Max ordered, looking at the man at the door.
“Will do, Reaper. Night Remi.”
“Good night, Savage,” I said as Max just nodded as the beast of a man quietly closed the door.
“He was nice,” I muttered, looking at my hands.
“Savage is good to have in a fight. Never loses.”
“Does he fight often?”
“Not as much as he’d like,” Max muttered, mainly to himself.
“Oh.
FIVE
REAPER
Two weeks later,
Remi was still sleeping when I awoke the one morning to find myself wrapped around her. Her tiny, curvy body fit entirely up against mine. Remi was stacked and had a-Rockin' firm ass with a small waist. Fuck, she was delicious, and my fucking cock apparently took notice too because the rutting bastard was trying to poke her back.
Fucking figures.
I can’t get the bastard to work most days and a couple of nights with Remi, and he’s ready to rise to the occasion like some pubescent kid with his pop’s new subscription of Playboy. Not that my pops ever read that gooey sappy shit. He preferred Hustler.
I sure as shit didn’t want Remi to wake up and feel my dick trying to invade her body. She’d been through too much, and I wasn’t going to add to her problems. So quietly as I could, I begrudgingly forced myself away from her and headed to the bathroom.
I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to sleep next to her without trying to kill her for the last few weeks. Typically, just the thought of someone else in my room would wake my demon, but there was something about Remi that soothed his torturous soul, that it was the first time since I was fifteen that I actually slept.
After taking care of my morning business, I stripped out of my clothes and hopped into the shower, relaxing instantly as the hot water rushed over me. However, the one thing that didn’t relax was my dick. Unable to handle the ache any longer, I grabbed ahold of the aggravating appendage and lifted my ball sack with one hand, and roughly squeezed my cock with the other. I rolled my heavy balls in my palm, moaning the feel of them in their velvet pouch.
I moved my hand to the base of my cock and pulled down on the skin at the pubic bone, making the shaft and head tighter and more rigid. I welcomed the pain as I pulled that incredible inner muscle that made my cock harden more and watched as it stretched to its maximum fullness. The rounded head became shiny, almost like stone, and I spent a few moments enjoying the sensation of it all. It had been so long since I felt this.
I needed this more than I thought.
The buildup, the tension, and finally, the release.
With my other hand, I traced the curve of my erection, first across the top, then around the tip, and back down the underside. I gently pinched the mushroom head between thumb and forefinger and watched it harden a bit more. I lifted my cock to look down into the tip, which I spread with my fingers, opening my tiny slit. I watched it open and close, noting the sweet pink color inside. I felt a rush of erotic energy flush through my body as I watched this moment of self-intimacy.
My breathing was becoming faster.
I grasped the shaft fully and began to stroke up and down. My fingers created a firm grip, tighter with each stroke as I slowly skinned my dick back and forth. The first wave of full cock-pleasure washed over my body as a moan escaped my lips. I stroked more firmly, including more of my cockhead in the stroke, until I was pumping its full length.
I shuddered again and growled, “Fuck.”
The only sound was my breathing, the running water, and the slap of my hand against my ever-hardening dick. I moaned more quickly, more loudly, but I didn’t care. No one could hear me, and I liked the sound of my own self-pleasuring. Closing my eyes, I moaned louder as pictures of Remi flashed in my head. Stroking faster, I imagined her on her knees before me, mouth wide as I fed her my cock. Her spit was dripping from her chin as she took me deeper and deeper.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my fist tightening around my shaft as the first wave of impending climax hit me, like a tsunami of pleasure that made me shake. I slowed my jerking and moved my right hand to work on my cockhead while the left continued to jerk my shaft in short strokes. I squeezed the head, rubbed it with my thumb. I rubbed the slit at the very tip repeatedly, my own precum lubricating it all. The slickness and the friction created the perfect combination that brought forth the second wave of full pleasure from my prostate.
God, she was so beautiful kneeling before me, wanting me, pleasuring me. I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy, suck her full tits, and ram my cock deep into her core. I wanted her legs wrapped around me as I hammered her cunt, listening to her scream out my name.