Page 88 of His Surrender
Around five, we were back in the hotel room. I pushed Remi against the wall in the bathroom and nibbled his neck as I undid his belt. I stripped him out of his clothes, and he did the same to me before dropping to his knees on the marble floor and sucking my cock. His gaze lifted and I smiled, cupping his cheek.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll come,” I said a few minutes later as the heat of his mouth and flicking of his tongue brought me closer to orgasm.
“Then come,” Remi murmured against my cock. “I wanna swallow every last drop. Don’t hold back.”
The vibrations of his voice combined with that lustful look in his eyes sent me over the edge. He jerked my shaft and wrapped his lips around me as I came so hard my knees buckled. I leaned against the wall and grunted as my cock pulsed.
Little by little, I was giving more control to Remi.
It wasn’t as terrifying as I’d thought it’d be.
He wiped his mouth, and a satisfied smile curved his lips. I chuckled, still trying to catch my breath, and watched as he went over and sat on the edge of the tub before starting the water. I approached from behind and slid my arms around his bare chest.
“I thought we could take a bath together,” he said, putting the stopper in the tub once the water was hot. “Since you denied me last time.”
“How long are you goin’ to hold that against me?”
“I’ll only bring it up every day until the end of days.” He looked at me over his shoulder and smiled.
I playfully growled and nipped at his ear. He squirmed and let loose a laugh. God, I enjoyed this. Was this how a relationship was supposed to be? If so, I wanted more. The light-hearted feeling was addictive.
Once the tub was full, I got in first and Remi settled between my spread legs, resting his back to my chest. Another first for me. I’d never bathed with anyone. Fucking in the shower? Yeah, I’d done that loads of times. Taking a bath together was more intimate.
“This is nice,” he said, resting his head against my shoulder.
“It is.” I skated my fingers down his arm, causing ripples in the water as my hand went below the surface and cupped his waist. My cock pressed to the curve of his ass, though it was mostly soft after having just blown my load. “If this is too personal, you don’t have to answer. But. You said you were a recovering alcoholic. What made you drink?”
I knew most people didn’t just drink for the hell of it—though, some did. Mostly, people were trying to forget. To feel numb. That’s when they turned to alcohol and drugs. Ivan had struggled with alcohol after his last tour in Iraq when he’d been injured and medically discharged. Each person had their own demons to battle.
“I guess it started with my mom’s suicide,” Remi said, after thinking on my question a while. “Johnny took me under his wing, and I found an escape with music. But when I got older and graduated, the tense relationship with my dad plus the shit I’d buried deep about my mom finally rose up and I felt suffocated. Vodka was my poison of choice at first, but then I drank whatever I could get my hands on.”
He heaved a sigh and rested his head on mine. My arms wrapped around him.
“I did a lot of stupid shit during that period of my life. Hung out with the wrong people and drank myself stupid every night. I lost so many jobs and even started stealing to pay for my habit. But I just hurt, you know? I didn’t understand why my mom killed herself. I even blamed myself, thinking I wasn’t good enough for her to stay. I always felt like such a disappointment to my dad, especially after coming out to him. So I drank to numb the pain and feelings of worthlessness until one day Johnny came over, picked my ass up, and threw me into the shower. Then he took me to get help. I’d probably be on the streets or dead if it wasn’t for him.”
I winced at the thought and held him closer.
“After getting clean, Johnny helped me get into college,” Remi continued. “While in rehab, I realized I wanted to help people. Who better to help than teenagers? It’s so important for them to have positive role models, to have someone to help steer them in the right direction so they won’t end up like I did. Music became my escape again when I was in recovery, and that’s when I knew I wanted to teach band. Sorry. You asked a simple question, and I ended up telling you my whole life story.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I pressed my face into the side of his hair. “Thank you for telling me.”
I wished I could open up and lay myself bare just like he did for me. Hearing his story encouraged me, though. If he could talk about his demons, maybe I could eventually talk about mine.
“To answer your earlier question—” Remi grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up a wet rag. “—I didn’t bring a suit, but I have a nice shirt if that counts. Think that’s fancy enough?”
“Only if you wear the bow tie.”
A raspy chuckle left him. “Only if you tie it for me. How did you learn anyway?”
“My babulya,” I answered, taking the rag from his hand and washing him. At his confused eyebrow raise, I added, “My grandmother on my mom’s side. I called her babulya, which is an endearment for grandmother. Anyway. She loved when men dressed spiffy, and she taught me how to wear bow ties at a young age. I dressed up a lot as a kid.”
Remi laughed. “I can just imagine you as a little kid. Wild blond hair, big green eyes, and wearing a bow tie as you sat in a laundry basket goingtoot toot.”
“You can mock me all you want, but I was adorable.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Remi’s body shook with another soft laugh.
I smiled against his hair. Making him laugh was one of my favorite things.
