Burning Desires, page 5
He pressed his lips to her ear. “Did you pass the message along to your friend? Because my friend wants to get this meeting happening. He’s very eager and can’t wait to say hello.” He placed his hands on her hips and slid his lips over her ear and into her hair.
The throbbing between her legs matched the pounding of her heart. Her mouth was dry and the inability to swallow was all too much. Her eyes closed against the onslaught of emotion belting around her body and the bar slid away into oblivion. All that existed was her and the furry as fuck man beast breathing in her ear.
“My friend can’t wait to say hello,” Rex breathed, kissing her neck.
Remembering she was out in public; Remi opened her eyes and gathered her wits. She picked up her bag, swung around on her stool, and swayed to her feet. She side-stepped and flung her arms outward to catch her balance. Rex reached for her.
“I’m fine,” she said, shaking her head to clear the dizziness. “Just got up a little too fast. I’m fine, I’m fine. I don’t need help.” She brushed him off and headed for the entrance.
He caught up, grabbing her arm, spinning her around to trap her in his embrace. “Remi, stop running away from me,” he growled in her ear. “You’re attracted to me; I’m attracted to you. You know full well you want to fuck me, and I fucking want to fuck you. So stop running.”
“I don’t want to get involved with a band manager,” she managed to say against his chest. His arms were so tight she was being crushed against him and breathing was hard. “I’m a free agent. I see who I want. When I want.”
“Then why don’t you fuck me? We’re attracted to each other. My dick gets hard when I see you and I bet your vagina just waters at the sight of me.” Every fibre of his body, trapped against hers, was straining to get to her. “Why won’t you fuck me, Remi? You fuck everyone but me.”
An icy wash flowed through her, and she froze. “What?” Pulling her head back, she looked him in the eye. “What! You think I’m a whore and fuck everyone but you?” Her strength broke free from his grasp, and with both hands on his chest, she shoved him backwards. “You think I’m a whore,” she spat. “How fucking dare you!”
Shocked, he was momentarily speechless. “What? No.” He watched her climb into the back seat of her car and leave. “Fucking hell!” he growled, swiping a hand over his face and through his hair. “What the fuck! How the fuck does this happen?”
Furious, Remi stewed all the way home, all the way through a simple quick dinner, and all the way through a steaming hot shower and slow languid spa bath.
She needed to relax her overwrought muscles, and not just the ones in her shoulders and neck, but in her jaw as well from all of the stress clenching.
She watched the sun set and the city lights come on, watched the last pinks and reds of the sky turn to black, watched the suburban streetlights and living room lights brighten her neighbourhood before getting out of the spa and towelling herself down. She wrapped a silken robe around her and wandered into the expansive living room which boasted more floor-to-ceiling windows which ran the length of the room. Remi was finally relaxing when there was a knock at the door.
A frown crossed her face, and she wondered which neighbour it would be at that time of night. She checked the surveillance screen before answering.
Flinging open the door, she spat, “How the fuck did you get in? I didn’t buzz you in.”
Rex had been nervously waiting for her to answer. “I sneaked in when someone came out. I figured if I buzzed you wouldn’t let me in.”
“Damn right, I wouldn’t. What do you want?” She placed her right foot behind the door so he couldn’t push his way in and crossed her arms defiantly over her hardening breasts.
“I want to talk, Remi. I want to apologise for what I said today.” He knew he had to stay calm if he was going to get what he wanted.
“Apologise for calling me a whore. Great, go ahead.” Remi waited, watching his eyes grow wide.
“I didn’t call you a whore, Remi. I said you seem to fuck everyone but me, which is true.” He rested a hand on the door frame and thrust the other onto his hip. “Why is it you love to fuck musicians, but don’t care for a band manager? Why is it you love to fuck boys, but don’t want to fuck a man?”
“Excuse me! I hardly fuck boys. Anyone I have sex with is over twenty-five, and they’re not all in their twenties.” She thrust her finger in his face and stepped closer. “But who I fuck is none of your business. You’re just pissed that I won’t fuck you. Don’t you have enough notches on your belt and bedposts? Why do you want to add me?”
“I don’t have notches,” he fumed, standing straight and pushing against her finger so her hand ended up on his chest. “But if I did, I wouldn’t want to be another notch on your bedpost, regardless of how much I want you to be one on mine.”
“And why the hell would I want to be another notch on the bedpost of a porn addicted male in his early forties who’s been having a mid-life crisis since puberty? No thanks.” Remi grabbed the door and tried to close it, but Rex stopped it with a hand flat against it.
“Fuck this shit,” he growled. “I want to fuck you. You want to fuck me. Why isn’t this happening? I want to fuck you like a wild animal and then make love to you, then fuck you like a wild animal again.” He pushed through the doorway and slammed it shut behind him. He took her by the arms, crushing her to him. “I want you, Remi.” He breathed heavily, his forehead against hers. His lips brushed hers. “I desperately want to kiss you. My tongue wants to invade your mouth and shove itself inside like a love-sick lunatic. I want to shove my tongue in your mouth, down your throat, inside of you all the way down. I want to shove it in places no other man has been.”
Feeling herself give in, Remi melted into his arms, her fingers sliding through his beard to his lips. “And my tongue awaits your arrival and welcomes it with open mouth.” She clamped her mouth over his and their tongues danced a wild tribal beat.
His arms wound around her, his body bent to hers, his tongue didn’t leave her mouth as he lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, and tongues, and in moments, his clothes were on the floor, along with her robe, and they were igniting between the sheets. Heat sizzled, and his full body of hair made her cry out as the friction rubbed her raw. The orgasm was explosive.
He rolled off her and her body followed, half leaning on his. Her leg draped over his hips, her face and hand buried in the wild forest as they leaned on a pile of pillows, panting, heaving and sweating.
“Fucking hell,” she murmured into his chest before throwing her head back for air. “Fucking hell.”
“And that was definitely worth the wait.” Rex pushed the hair off his forehead, slick with hot sweat from their wild mating. He’d waited all his life for sex like that and Remi had been worth it.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and gazed into his sultry eyes, her fingers on his lips. “I’ll second that. Even though I had sworn off managers. But I will say this. You are far more of a man than any of the musicians I’ve fucked.”
A grin slid across his lips, revealing big man-eating teeth. “Good to know, Rem.”
“Is it, Rex? What about all the notches you’ve had?”
A chuckle escaped through his lips before they closed and he thought a moment. “You’re the only notch I want on my belt or bedpost.” Gazing into her eyes, he added, “The only one.”
“Naw, aren’t you sweet.” Her lips curled into a small smile and her fingers made their way through his beard, down his neck, into the wild forest on his chest, down to the jungles on his lower abdomen and pelvis. “Jesus, Rex. I knew you were hairy, but this is just…”
“Wild,” he murmured. “Yep. I was born this way, so it’s all real.”
“Do any manscaping?” Remi’s fingers walked themselves back up before sliding into the nest over his sternum. “Where’s all this from, anyway? The Mediterranean? The Middle East? Where’s your ancestry from for you to have all of those glorious, luscious curls all over your hot naked body?”
“The Middle East? What? You think I’m a terrorist?” he joked, and his hand grabbed hers and brought it to his lips.
“Well, you’ve certainly been terrorising me these last few years with your hot curly self.” She pulled her fingers away and kissed his lips. “So yeah, you’re a terrorist.”
He laughed. “Nice one. But no. My father’s of Egyptian descent.”
“Ah.” Her eyes flickered with interest. “Exotic.”
“What’s so exotic about Egypt?”
She took a breath and her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? Pharaohs, sphinx, pyramids, Gods.” Her eyes didn’t leave his. “Exotic.”
He breathed deeply; his fingers traced along her arm. “I can see how you’d think that.”
“I more than think it.” She slid over him, her body igniting with the thick hair over all of him. “I definitely know it’s exotic,” she murmured, kissing him until he rose between her legs. Sitting on him, she went to work, holding his hands on her breasts. He squeezed with every thrust and bounce, kneading her nipples with his thumbs. He bent his legs up and held her to him until she climaxed with a scream and collapsed backward over his knees.
While she rested, his thumbs moved down, finding their way to where the base of his penis met the opening of her vagina. They played with her clitoris, making her squirm, cry out, and grab his hands. In moments, she jerked and came again.
“You bastard.” She collapsed against him and rolled to her side, pulling him with her, their legs entwined. Her fingers went to his beard. “You’re quite something, Rex Titus. And pretty fucking crazy.”
“Am I?” he murmured. His fingers found their way into her hair, pushing it back from her forehead, before cupping her cheek. He took a breath. “I’m fucking crazy about you, Remi. I haven’t been this crazy about a girl in decades. No one has come anywhere near you and the way I feel. I’m fucking crazy about you.”
Gazing into his eyes, in the soft shades of the city lights beaming into the room, she could see he was serious.
“I’m crazy about you too, Rex. But it’s just attraction. We’re just incredibly sexually attracted to each other. We both lead single lives, doing what we want, going where we want, working the hours we want. We’re not into relationships. It’s just fun and fucking.” Her fingers stroked his face. “And you really are good at fucking.”
A small grin lit up his lips. “Yeah. Lots of practice. But so are you. It doesn’t stop me being crazy about you.”
She pressed her lips to his. “Show me how crazy you are about me.”
“Challenge accepted.” He rolled her onto her back, still inside, and thrust up, grasping her hips.
She gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He knelt, lifting her with him, thrust until she screamed out, and pushed her hard into the pillows. Her eyes clenched tight.
A gasping laugh came from her. “You’re still a bastard.” Through hooded eyes, she watched him slide out and lie on top of her. They were nose to nose and he gently pushed her hair back.
“Do you want me to show you how crazy I am? Crazy about you. Crazy in general,” he said softly.
She reached up and stroked his cheek. “Yes. Show me how crazy you are about me, Rex Titus.”
“Don’t say you didn’t ask for it, and that I didn’t warn you.” His lips move from hers and the curls of his thick beard teased her as his tongue did the tango across her cheek to the soft flesh behind her ear.
An appreciative groan escaped deep from her abdomen. Her breasts surged up against the forest of fur on his torso, hers full against his, and the breath whooshed out of her.
His tongue danced down her neck to her collarbone, to her shoulder and back. It danced its way down her chest and sambaed its way across her breasts, his beard leaving a blazing trail of wreckage behind.
The curls on his head brushed against her lips, leaving a woody scent. There was a hint of mint on the tips as her fingers wound their way through each curl, clenching around them as she directed him where to go, and she curled into him as he moved down her body.
His lips and tongue sizzled down between her breasts and across her stomach, making their way into her own grouping of curls. Touching, tasting, teasing. Her lower lips opened as her legs pulled up and her breasts hardened still. Her hands stayed locked on his curls as his lips and tongue stayed locked on her. Dipping in and out of her, sucking and blowing like an arctic breeze.
His tongue teased and tortured, bringing pleasures that blew her mind. She was rarely on the receiving end of oral sex and preferred to never have a dick in her mouth, so she never performed it. But Rex was showing just how crazy he was and she was enjoying it. She gazed at the curly head between her legs. His beard created friction that was insanely turning her on and she knew an orgasm was near. Her pelvis pulsated, throbbed, and opened for him and the explosion to come, but all she saw were the curls in her hands caressing her own with their endurable strength. She gasped in, opened her legs, and thrust up. The guy was fucking Samson and his hair was his strength. But they were between her legs and hypnotic and so incredibly arousing.
She arched in spasm as his tongue flicked her clit. A cry escaped her. His tongue and mouth had done their job. They had brought her to her knees and the brink of ecstasy while on her back, while the rest of him had taken over.
But he wasn’t done. And neither was she.
She thrust her pelvis upward and her curls mixed with his. Her clitoris tingled and her hands held him to her as she ground into his hair. They were fuckable curls. He was a fuckable man. And she’d never met such sexually arousing hair on a man before. Or a man with such incredibly arousing curls. She guided his head left and right, up and down, grinding herself, her mound, into his curls. Curls that were so fucking hot. She thrust up and pushed his head down. Rode him, rode his head, rode the curls that were so fucking attractive. She’d had the perverse desire to fuck them. His head moved down, she clenched them tighter, thrusting as if being thrust into. Small grunts came in time with the thrusts, and he wrapped his arms under and around her legs to keep them there. This was new for him, and since he had kinks leftover from his porn addiction, he went with it.
They were so fucking hot.
She cried out and got off.
CHAPTER 5
Monday night, the club was rocking out to the sound of Ecstasy, a band that Rex managed. Fans filled the room to capacity with frenetic screams every time one of the band members pulled off a piece of clothing or leant down so the audience could touch their idols.
Remi covered her ears at one particular scream, shook her head, and turned towards the bar. She’d never got used to the screams of her own fans, or others, and the high decibels always pierced her eardrums. And those were also piercing her brain, so she escaped towards her office, stopping in the hallway long enough to take a last look at the crowd which included Rex, and he was coming in her direction. She grinned and turned her back.
Rex strode across the floor, hands by his sides, his gaze laser beamed on her, focussed until he was behind her. “Remi,” he grunted.
She casually turned and raised a brow. “Rexy.”
“Let’s fuck.”
Her other brow rose, and she stepped closer until the toes of her boots touched his. “No.”
His brows furrowed deeper than they usually did. “What do you mean no?”
“No,” she repeated. “I don’t want to fuck. I want to be underneath your hands to the point I’m writhing, grasping at the sheets, moaning and groaning and toe curling until I explode.”
A sly grin slid across his lips. “I could do that, and then my dick will make you explode.”
Remi smiled wickedly. “If we get that far.” With one hand she grasped his t-shirt, with the other she opened her office door and pulled him in, locking the door behind him. A quick flick of the light told her no one else was there before she planted her lips on his and they groped and kissed their way over to the Murphy bed she managed to pull down before they tumbled to the floor.
He did as promised and made her writhe and groan under his hands, screaming his name and thrusting her head into the mattress before he took what he wanted and made her scream louder than the fans out in the club. When he was done wreaking havoc, he rolled onto his back and lay gasping, his hot sweaty body glistening in the light.
“Fuck, Rex.” Remi gasped, parched from heaving in air. “Where the fuck did you learn to do those things? That’s not natural. You’re not natural.”
“As I said, lots of practice,” he grunted, and placed his arm under his head.
“Clearly.” Remi reached over to the fridge beside the bed and removed a bottle of water. “But what do all of your victims think?” Sitting up, she swigged a couple of mouthfuls and handed the bottle to him.
He leaned up on his elbow to face her and swallowed a mouthful. “Victims? Believe me, they’re very willing participants.”
Remi chuckled. “I’m sure they are. Especially after seeing this hot naked body.” Her fingers trailed up his body and splayed across his chest. “And what is it that you do with your penis? It’s rather magical.”
“Nah, it’s nothing. Just a hip thing I do. Makes my penis seem like it’s got a bend in it and drives the girls wild.” Rex handed back the bottle. “We going again, or do you need to get back on the floor?” His fingers slid up her arm to her shoulder and down her chest to her breast. He flicked her nipple. “Think we could go round two before we’re needed?”
She pondered the thought a moment. “We could. Do you need to get out there?” Pushing him back until she was leaning over him, she added, “Does your bandy wandy need their widdle manager to watch over them while they’re here?”
