"No one can drive you as crazy as I can when my tongue is in your pussy," I continue. "No one can make you come as hard as when I bend you over and take you from behind. No one." A whimper escapes her lips.
Suddenly the jealousy inside of me explodes. I crash my mouth down to hers, easily splitting her lips with my tongue and darting inside to caress hers. I feel like a madman, like I need to be inside her in any way I can. I kiss her hungrily, desperately.
When I pull away, we're both breathless. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my touch linger on her cheek. But the gentle moment is only that, a moment, because then I grip her hair roughly and yank her head back. She whimpers but turns her face up toward me, and I can hear her breathy little sighs as she tries to cover up how turned on she is.
"You'remine," I growl against her lips. "Your pleasure belongs tome."
My sudden possessive outburst surprises her just as much as it does me. I decide to ignore the insane, animalistic jealousy that’s flowing through my veins right now and instead focus on the object of those feelings in front of me. Without waiting for her to respond, I quickly unbutton her jeans and yank them down her legs. I lean down to pull them the rest of the way off. When I stand back up, I grab her behind the thighs and lift her up against the wall. Her legs wrap automatically around my waist.
Fuck, it's like our bodies were molded for each other. They fit together so perfectly, so easily. Nothing ever feels awkward or uncomfortable. It’s like our bodies know each other, even after such a short amount of time.
I unbutton my own jeans and free my cock quickly, knowing this fuck will be hard and fast. I feel too crazy from the jealousy, too desperate for her body around me, for it to be any different. I pull her panties aside and line up with her entrance. Even without any foreplay I can feel how wet she is.
"Mine," I repeat with a snarl, and thrust in with one stroke.
She whimpers at the overwhelming sensation. Her eyes are closed but she's holding tight around my neck as I fuck her, hard. I pound into her, letting my possessive emotions fuel my thrusts. My body's animalistic urges make me feel like if I can fuck her hard enough, maybe she won't ever think of anyone else.
"Say it," I growl against her lips. "Say you're mine." I lift her thighs a little higher around me and push even deeper.
She gasps at the feeling but shakes her head. She's too stubborn to admit anything. It's too early for us.
That knowledge temporarily tamps down on my jealous rage, and my forehead drops against hers. “Remy,” I groan, even as my thrusts never slow. “Look at me.”
Her eyes open and widen in surprise at the change in my tone. Her breaths start to come quicker, and her gaze darts over my face, searching for answers that I’m not sure either of us are ready for. I hold her eyes with mine, not letting her look away even when I feel her thighs start to tremble as her orgasm builds.
I lean forward and kiss her hungrily. I swallow her moans as our tongues tangle and my thrusts become harder. I pull away just enough to look at her when I sense we’re both getting close, and immediately I’m drowning in her wide-eyed stare. Before, she didn’t want to look at me, and now I know why—in our closeness, in this moment between us, she’s completely open and flayed bare before me. I can see every bit of fear and lust and affection in her eyes. And I suddenly realize that I hope she can see the same in mine.
I hear her gasp just before her muscles clench around me, her eyes never leaving mine. Between our connection and the physical feel of her orgasm, my own release is immediately triggered.
"Fuck,"I groan as I spill inside her. I can still feel her spasming around my cock. I keep pounding into her until I feel her sag against me, her body limp and exhausted.
We stay there for a moment, tangled in each other and leaning heavily against the door. Our foreheads are touching and we're breathing heavily.
I hesitate for a moment before kissing her, knowing I was aggressive but not knowing how she’s feeling right now. I set her down gently, keeping my grip on her until I feel her steady herself. I can see the blush on her face as she reaches for her jeans. She doesn't meet my eyes.
Just then there's a loud knock at the door. "Is someone in there?" a very stoned voice calls out.
I roll my eyes but watch as Remy pales. She pulls her jeans on hurriedly. "Just a second!" she calls out.
"Remy…" I start. I want to ask her to stay with me tonight. To get out of here so we can spend the night together.
But she's hell-bent on rushing out of this bathroom so she ignores me entirely, throwing the door open and pushing past the hipster from downstairs. I hurry after her.
"Whoa! Nice, dude!" The guy is stoned out of his mind and can barely see straight but he has a massive grin on his face from seeing the two of us leave the bathroom together. He holds his hand up in expectation of a high five.
I roll my eyes again. "Grow up," I grumble as I shoulder past him.
I don't catch up to Remy until we're back on the first floor but by then, Anna has already spotted her.
"Remy!" she calls out. She prances up to us and grabs Remy's hand. "We're heading over to the Barbary. Youhaveto come! My friend Shane says it's the most entertaining drag show in the city."
"Oh. Umm…" Remy casts a nervous glance at me. I silently will her to understand that I want her to sayfuck no, I'm going home with Tristan.
"Tristan, you should come too!" Anna exclaims happily.
"I’m… not really into shows," I say hesitantly. "Plus, I have an early morning at the gym tomorrow, so I'll probably just head home soon." Once again, I look at Remy to try to convey my silent message.
I think she's about to decline the offer when another girl from their Temple group bounces up to us. "Remy! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in so long! Please tell me you're coming with us to the Barbary. I'm only in town for this weekend so youhaveto come hang out with us."