Dead or Alive (18 page)

Her knee triggered the horn as she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her heaving breasts and nipples as hard as pencil erasers.  They begged for his tongue, the warm cavern of his mouth, and he obliged, taking a nipple between is lips the moment the smooth skin was visible, rolling it greedily around his tongue before moving to the other.  Her knees trembled from where they were cradled at his waist.  He knew if he touched her, she’d be dripping wet.

“Oh V,” he croaked, flicking his tongue wildly against her nipple while frantically undoing the button and zipper of her shorts, tugging them down before his hand plunged inside, fingers sweeping against her velvety lips.

He was right.

“So wet, baby,” he said, cupping her swollen mound. His fingers slipped right past her tight entry, all the way in, brushing against her pulsating walls with a come hither flick.  He found her G spot expertly, and hit with ease.

Violet screamed out as she came with vigor, clawing softly at the back of his hair as he worked her to oblivion, nipple still firmly clutched it his warm, wet mouth.

“Oh god, Remy…  oh fuck, baby,” Violet gasped, feeling the bulge in his pants making a home for itself between her splayed legs.

“I sat in this damn truck all morning, V.  I couldn’t fucking go.”

She locked her ankles behind his back, and he lifted her out of the car, still topless.  Her breasts jiggled pleasantly as he kicked the door to the truck closed and carried her through the screen door, his lips moving wildly over hers.  “Make love to me, Remy.”

“Fuck V,” he breathed against her mouth, stumbling up the steps to the house as their kiss intensified.

“Your leg, your leg,” she said, as he climbed.  “Please be careful.”

“I don’t give a fuck about my leg,” he said, scaling the stairs in seconds before slamming through the door of her room, letting them fall onto the bed.  He ripped off her shorts, and the panties underneath them, without another word, leaving her completely naked and panting before him.

Remy took her in, thinking about what a fool he’d been to have almost driven away from this.  If the cops broke in right then and took him, it would all be worth it, just to see her below him, moist, panting and feigning as she reached for his dick.  She clutched him through his pants while biting her lip.

“Take these off,” she cooed, her fingers going to his button and zipper when he continued watching her in awe.  She sat up, legs splayed, and pushed them off of his hips, only getting them down below his ass before she was taking the head of his throbbing member in her mouth, suckling hungrily.

“Fu--” He hadn’t been expecting that, and he screamed out when he realized the amazing feeling of her full lips suckling him, milking him dry in what would easily be seconds.  He pulled out of her mouth with a plop.  “Not like that,” he begged, taking in her surprised face.

Violet smiled, pushing her body to the headboard of the bed, watching him undress completely.

Tossing his shirt and pants to the side, Remy climbed onto the bed, his cock bobbing between him as he moved to her, pressing his weight between her legs.

“Wait.”  She sat up, cradling her knees on either side of him, before reaching into the drawer of her nightstand, pressing the aluminum blindly between her fingers.

Remy watched her produce a condom, and had it open and sheathed on in seconds. “I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you, V…” His lips moved against hers as he whispered those words, reaching between their bodies and taking his hardness into his hands.  “I knew it from the moment I saw you…”

Knew what? She wanted to ask, but the feeling of him entering her, spreading her, stole her words, and her back was arching off the bed in time with her spread legs, frantic for more of him.  He sank in slowly, and they both cried out at once when he filled her to the hilt, starting a slow thrust.

“God, yes.”  He pressed his forehead to hers, finding a rhythm in her warm sheath and hitting it in time with her soft pants.  “You feel so good.”  He wasn’t going to last.  It had been too long.  He’d wanted her far too much, and it had been way too long.  His face darkened with frustration as he fought for a control that didn’t exist.

“You too.”  She gasped.  Her eyes fell shut, and tears tumbled out of them as she came a second time, the pleasure taking over every inch of her body, including her words. When she opened them, her head pounded softly against the headboard under the weight of his thrusts, she cupped his face, seeing the steadfast fight for restraint that wasn’t at all necessary.  “You’ve made me cum so much, baby, I want you to cum, please cum.”

Remy’s entire being broke at her words, gasping against her lips as he picked up his pace.  “You want it, V?”

“I want it on me, Remy, I want it all over me.”

“You want it, baby?”

“Please…”

Feeling her body tighten around him as she came, Remy clenched his teeth, fighting.  But it was a battle already lost.  His hips picked up speed, pleasure knocking at every corner of his body, the promise of the beautiful peak he was right on the edge of making it almost impossible for him to pull his dick out.

By the grace of god he did, just in time.  After one last, deep thrust, he pulled out, tossing the condom and catching the pounding head of his dick in his hand, pumping wildly.  She replaced his hand with hers, spreading her juices all over him as she stroked him hurriedly.  The moment her slim, warm fingers clutched him, tugged him, he exploded, crying out as he busted instantly all over her heaving stomach.  His juices decorated her brown skin without relent, one shot after another, his entire body flinching and writhing with his orgasm.

“Oh god, V, yes…” His hips buckled helplessly into the tight sleeve her fingers made, until he didn’t have another drop to give.

“Mmm…” She smiled gently up at him, catching him when he collapsed onto her chest, his essence still between them.  She locked her arms around him and, this time, it was he who passed out right away, his panting lips pressed against her heaving chest as he gave in to the slumber.

And she was right on his heels.

***

Three blissful days followed, and Violet found herself unable to get any work done.  There was no time for anything outside of Remy’s insatiable appetite for her.  Making love to him had quickly proven the best and worst mistake she’d ever made, as not a moment seemed to go by where he wasn’t looking for more.  And he’d taken more, in fact, he’d taken her on nearly every surface in that house.  Sometimes it was slow, sweet.  He’d savor her like he was parched and she was his last drop to drink.  He’d kiss her tenderly as he loved her, tonguing her slowly in tune with his thrusts.

Then there were other times.  Times when he couldn’t be bothered to take her to bed, or even remove all of their clothes.  Times when he’d seemed so urgent in his desire that, sometimes, she feared his arduous thrusts might split her right in two.

Tonight had been one of those nights.  Where Remy took her with such turbulent vigor that it left her breathless, experiencing the kind of peaks she’d believed were possibly only in fiction.  They’d been lying in each others arms under the starry sky, whispering their deepest secrets, hopes and dreams when he’d rolled over and pushed her dress up around her waist.  He’d pushed his sweats down just low enough to free his dick and propel himself inside, deep inside, loving her with a passion that elicited screams that left her throat sore, her body breathless, and her heart shredded.

They still lay there, in the grass, far passed coming down from their high, but still unable to muster the heart to stand, to pull away.  So they lay there, bodies curled together.

“What are you thinking about?”

Her head shot up from where it had been nestled in his chest as it slowly rose and fell.  She’d been so bewitched by the pattern of his breathing and beating heart, that it had almost lulled her to sleep.  When her eyes met his, the love she felt for him tore at her.  She yearned to tell him what she was feeling, but his continued failure to tell her he felt the same way threw a twinge of pain into her adoring eyes, and stole the words before she could say them, again.

“Nothin’ much,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as he tightened his arm from where it was wrapped around her, running the beds of his fingers slowly up and down her arm.

Remy smiled lazily at the sound of her southern drawl.  “You know that drawl always seems to sneak through when we make love.”  He took a lock of her hair under his fingers, watching intently as he twirled it.  “Why do you work so hard to hide it away?”

Violet pressed her chin to his chest, tracing the deep lines his pecs made.  “I don’t hide it away.  It’s just not as strong as it used to be.”

“The hell it isn’t.”  His smile grew.  “It’s there.  And it’s strongest right when you’re about to cum.  That’s when it really comes out full force.”

“It does
not.
”

He lit up.  “It does.”

The blush that hit her cheeks was so strong she could feel it like flames lapping at her cheeks.

“And it’s sexy as hell, V.”

“Yeah?”

“I love…”

Violet held her breath, and tried to stop her body’s reaction to that word, and what it had grown to mean to her when she imagined it tumbling from his lips.

Remy caught the dangerous word just as it knocked at the door of his stupid mouth, stopping it before he gave life to a power he wouldn’t have the strength to defeat.  “I love being inside you, V.”

Violet tried to disguise the poignant hurt she felt in her heart. “I love having you inside me.”  She didn’t miss the way his breathing had picked up.  His heart rate grew stronger, but more uneven.  Her head rose and fell, visibly, from where it was cradled on his chest as his breathing increased.  “Would you have let me go that day on the roof?” her eyes rose slowly to his.  If he wouldn’t tell her he loved her, at least he could tell her the truth on this.

His eyes went back and forth between hers, unable to decide which one was more enthralling, more beautiful.  Releasing the piece of hair he’d been playing between his fingers, he dipped them into her thick strands completely and prodded her, waiting for her to sit up and press her lips to his.  He craned his neck to meet her, pushing her lips apart with his tongue, and moaning deeply when it met hers in the middle.

He pulled back slowly, with repentance, and only far enough to brush the tip of his nose against hers just as his eyes fluttered open and caught her.  Held her.  Claimed her with one gaze the same way she’d claimed him from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her.

“Yes, V. I would’ve let you go,” he whispered, and his fingers dug into her hair the moment he said the words, getting as much of it under his fingers as he could, clasping it with all his might. “Even though I needed you desperately.  I didn’t think I would ever need you more in my entire life than I needed you then.  I was wrong.  The way I need you now…”

Violet waited for him to finish, watching her fingers as her nails softly trailed the hard dips and curves on his chest.

“Violet I need you now... More than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.”

Violet’s eyes shot back up to his, and filled with tears.  She saw the moisture in his own eyes just before her vision went too blurry to see.  She blinked the foggy tears away.  “I’m yours.”

“Please don’t ever leave.”

He breathed deep, and she could feel the shudder of his chest as he did.  “When are you going to get it? If I haven’t left you by now…” Her words slowed to a stop, knowing he didn’t need her to finish.

“You asked me the other day, why I became a pilot. I told you I didn’t know, but I did.  I’ve always known.”

“You did?”

“I was searching for something, anything, that felt like home. For anything that felt like you.” His body felt red hot, and what he felt for Violet in that moment was something he was sure he’d never feel again. It was profound, outer worldly. Even as the pain seemed to eclipse everything inside of him, one look in her eyes sent a bright light booming through.  Her power to lighten even the darkest corners of his soul, of his life, was poignant and terrifying. The likelihood of losing her was still distressingly real, but it had never petrified him more than it did right then.  “I was looking for you, V.”  His breathing picked up. “Even if I can’t keep you, maybe it’s enough. Maybe it’s enough that I found you at all.”

“Why are you talking like this?”

“You deserve more than this.”  The tears that had been staining his eyes finally tumbled on, down his face, running a quick path to the valley between his pecs.  She caught the first drop in a kiss, then the second, and every one that followed thereafter.  “You deserve a family, a peaceful life, a white picket fence.  You deserve so much more than what I can give you.”

Violet jammed her eyes shut as she kissed the tears on his chest, even as her own fell from her cheeks and swirled into the mix.  The saltiness lingered on her tongue as she looked up and met his eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke.  “I don’t want any of that, if I can’t have it with you.  I don’t want it with anyone but you.”

Remy tugged her closer, holding her tearstained face to his chest as he stared up at the starry sky.  He could die right here, and it wouldn’t have felt like a loss.  It wouldn’t have felt like it was all for nothing.  Quite the opposite.  Finding the truth was quickly proving to be just one tiny piece of the complicated puzzle that had propelled him to flee--with Violet next to him.