Page 52 of Out Of Time

“I think I’ve always been so obsessed with losing that I never wanted to forget. I thought it held me accountable, and then, it became a bit of a superstition.”

“And did tattooing your losses on your skin ever stop you from losing the next time?” she asked, gently sweeping a finger across the raised lines of ink.

“No, but it always made me want to fight harder for the win,” he said, suddenly feeling self-conscious of his stupid tradition, his weird superstition.

Fucking goalie nonsense was what it was.

As if reading his mind, Remi leaned in and kissed the ink-covered skin. Her lips trailed across each tally mark, each bundle of five losses, each black line until she had run out of losses to kiss. His skin warmed with her mouth on him, her understanding and reassurance in each kiss.

“Tonight, we focus on wins,” she said, pressing her fingers under the elastic band of his joggers before pushing them down along with his briefs. His need for her was evident in the way his hard cock sprung free the second his clothing was gone. Her eyes locked on to his erection, then moved back up to meet his with a wild grin on her face.

“And this,” she paused to hint at his cock, “is absolutely a win,” she said, looking back down at the size of him with satisfaction.

This made him laugh just a bit—she approved of his dick, which was always a win.

“I just have one request,” he said.

“Anything,” she agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies together for their first taste of skin-to-skin friction.

“Can we leave the lights on? I just really want to see you like this.”Before I can’t,he thought.

“Absolutely. I want to see you like this too,” she said and blushed a rosy pink to his red.

“I’m not too red and hairy for you?” he teased, a minor insecurity he had growing up.

“Your body,” she said reaching down between them to give him a firm stroke, “is incredible, Max. I want to memorize every freckle on your shoulders.” Leaning in to kiss him there, she said, “I want to watch your face blush as you enter me for the first time.”

He knew he wouldn’t disappoint her there, because if his face was blushing now, it was nothing in comparison to how red he would become once she was underneath him.

She lowered herself to the bed and he wasted no time finding his place between her legs. Their skin was electric in every place it touched, their breathing heavy, their hearts racing.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispered.

“Hey, that’s my line,” he said, drawing his hand up her side gently, her skin reacting with goosebumps under his fingertips.

“I can’t believe you’re not an alien,” she teased.

His lips moved down to graze the firm deep pink of her nipple, the tickle of his beard causing her to giggle. “Who said I’m not?” he asked.

“An enigma for sure.” She moaned as his mouth sucked and pulled on her sensitive bud, causing her entire body to pulse and throb in the best way possible. “Max Miller, the motherfucking enigma,” she said.

His mouth pulled away from her breast, and the way the cool air replaced his warm lips was a beautiful sensation. Slowly dragging his mouth along the sensitive skin of her stomach, he let his lips, tongue, and beard stimulate her as he moved lower on the bed. Pressing kisses across her sharp hipbones, he loved the way Remi hummed sweet sounds as his hands pushed her legs apart to make room for him there.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, and ran a finger up her entrance before pointing to her most intimate part, “here?”

Reaching down, she gripped his full head of beautiful red hair and encouraged him to do just that. He wasted no time. No gentle kisses, no moments leading up to it; there was only before his mouth was on her and after. He expertly pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, applying pressure before latching onto her, causing her hips to buck against his face as he began to expertly suck, lick, and flick his tongue with unwavering rhythm before bringing his hand between her legs to help.

Remi’s head pushed back against the pillow as he slid a finger deep inside her. Gripping his hair tighter she forced his face against her wet entrance, and his dick wept against her comforter. She tasted so good; he couldn’t get enough of her. He pulled his finger away only to fill her with his tongue, her orgasm building as he used his thumb to rub her clit while he buried his face between her legs.

“This is so good,” she moaned, and he couldn’t agree more.

He was grateful his mouth was busy because he wouldn’t have known what to say if it wasn’t. He felt her legs begin to tremble as her thighs started to clench against him, holding him in place as he relentlessly fucked her with his mouth, his thumb never missing a beat against her clit.

“Max,” she called out, and this only made him work harder for her release. He wanted to come up for air with his beard covered in her arousal.

And then he felt it, the moment it all came to a head. The moment her body began to shake against her will, the way her entire sex pulsated against his mouth. She moaned a deep, beautiful moan. Her hands released his hair and she brought them to cover her mouth as she cried out his name over and over. “Max, Max,Max…”

The movement of his hands slowed, and he moved his fingers away from her sensitive clit as she came, but he didn’t move his face, not yet. He let her orgasm roll through her, loving the way he felt her body tremble against his face as he licked and kissed her through the best part.

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