The Bet: A Bully Romance(40)

I nod, unable to form a response, because I know he's right and I'm still a little scared to face that fact.

“Do you?” My eyes move to the excessively large tent in his boxers. “You want me to return the favor?” I briefly felt his cock before, against my ass the first time he fingered me. He felt huge, but I never got the chance to really look, to see how beautiful it really is.

“I won’t deny a hand job, but I cannot handle your mouth on me right now. I want you too badly.”

“So, is that a yes?” I question, my lip between my teeth.

“It’s not a yes, but a fuck yes.” He lowers himself to the mattress beside me. I pull my shirt down and push up onto my knees, licking my lips nervously, feeling a flush creep over my cheeks. My inexperience is getting the best of me.

“Will you…you know…show me how?”

Rem’s eyes go wide, and he tips his head back against the pillows.

“You’re going to kill me, Jules. You’ve never given a hand job before?”

I shake my head. “Is that bad? Do you not want one now? I know I’m inexperienced, but it can’t be that hard, can it?” I panic, afraid he might pull away, tell me he doesn't want me to do it.

I’m nothing like the girls he’s been with, I know this, but I want to please him, pleasure him like he did me.

“Do I not want one?” He shakes his head. Unhinged need flickers in his eyes and he pushes down his boxers, exposing his cock to me.

His very large, very angry looking cock.

“You have no idea how much I want your hands wrapped around my dick. Knowing that you haven't done this with anyone else…it’s a huge fucking turn on. I don’t need you to be like the other girls I’ve been with. When it comes to you, there is no comparison.”

He reaches for my hand and I give it to him, letting him guide me to his shaft. I wrap my fingers around his thickness, my hand trembling.

He’s so soft, so warm.

Why is such a small act so intimidating? When he places his hand over mine, I shiver, and look away from his cock and back up to his face to gauge his expression.

There’s a seductiveness to him and for once I wish I wasn’t so inexperienced. He starts to move my hand up and down his shaft, and I’m surprised by how soft the flesh feels. My gaze is fixated on his cock, on my hand as it moves up and down.

Remington’s head tips back against the pillows, his eyes close, and his features draw tight like he’s in pain.

“Am I doing okay? Are you in pain? I can stop if you want me to.”

He blinks his eyes open. “No...no pain...it just feels so fucking good, so good. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to feel your hands on my cock. I’ve envisioned you doing this since I was fourteen beating off in the shower to the image.”

His confession makes me feel powerful, it gives me this strange courage and I smirk, continuing to move my hand with his, I pull his hand off of mine, and stroke him all on my own wanting to finish the job myself. A glistening drop of cum beads the tip of his penis, and I lean down and swipe it up.

At the contact of my tongue on his cock, a deep rumble fills the room. A surge of endorphins rips through me, as I do it again. He rewards me with another moan, and I keep doing it. His biceps strain and his hands fist the bed sheets.

He’s at my mercy, completely, and I love it, I love it so much. I suck on the head of his cock while continuing to stroke him. It doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips, his cock slipping farther and farther into my mouth. I know he said he didn’t want me to give him a blow job, but he doesn’t seem to be objecting now.

“I’m close...if you don’t want me to come in your pretty little mouth then pull away now,” he whispers gruffly, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and while I want to do that sometime, tonight isn’t the night.

Releasing him with a pop, I watch as he falls apart, tremors of pleasure ripple through his body and his cock twitches in my hand a moment before sticky hot cum jets from his cock, landing on my hands and his lower stomach. His whole body tenses before he relaxes back into the mattress and only then do I pull my hand away.

“Was it good?” I gulp.

He came yeah, but was it enjoyable? Maybe that's what I should have asked?

“Jules, it was amazing, good isn’t even close to the word I would use to describe what that was. I’ve never even…. It was hot as fuck, incredible.”

I’m stupid proud myself, I get up and go to the bathroom to wash my hands and Remmy follows close behind, cleaning himself up.

When he is done, we get back into bed and he pulls me into his side so I’m lying half on top of him. My body relaxes into his and it doesn't take me long before I feel like drifting off to sleep. I want this to be real, I want to trust him, to go back to the way it used to be between us, but I don't know if I’m ready for that yet.





Chapter Fifteen




Remington





Yawning, I open my eyes, wondering if last night was a dream. Then I look down and see Jules is still in bed with me, her body molded into my side. My arm is stiff from holding onto her all night, but I don't care. I just didn't want to wake up without her.

I watch her sleep for a few minutes, my eyes lingering on her soft lips, adorable little nose, and tight body. She let me touch her last night, let me bring her pleasure. It was incredible, and soul-searing if it was only fingering. As the thoughts linger, my cock hardens… fuck no. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand to distract myself, I realize we’ve overslept.