Kissing your neck, lick your thigh and your body
You say fuck what you heard 'bout it
Now I got you nervous 'bout it
I'll make sure that you're not disappointed
Especially knowing this is all you wanted
| PARTYNEXTDOOR - Don't Know How
"How you doin', nice to see you again," Omari gave Royce a quick hug as he walked into her home with Nathan trailing behind him.
Sunday had came by in the blink of an eye, and Jeremiah had invited his best friend's over to Royce's house with her permission, of course. Jeremiah was a bit nervous about meeting some of the people closest to Royce, and figured if things went south at least he'd have his two best friends in the same room with him.
"Hey you guys," Royce greeted both him and Nathan, "Jeremiah is back in the kitchen with my cousin and brother, feel free to help yourself to whatever is out already. I'm only waiting on my best friend to bring a few more things."
Omari and Nathan nodded, walking towards the direction Royce had pointed out to them. Omari took note of Royce's small townhome and just how warm and inviting it felt. She obviously had an eye for design due to how her home was decorated, and she obviously was well-kept due to it's cleanliness.
Walking into the kitchen, Omari looked over the girl who was joking with Jeremiah about Royce. Jeremiah was doing a pretty good job at holding his own because he seemed to be pretty laid back and not as anxious as Omari was expecting him to be.
"Aye! My bros!" Jeremiah laughed, taking note of his two best friends as they shuffled into the room, "These are my two best friends, Omari and Nathan."
"Jaslynn," the girl smiled as Omari shook her hand, "I'm Royce's cousin."
The girl stood about five-foot-three with her smooth, mahogany skin popping off of the orange colored dress she was wearing. Her box-braids were pushed behind her shoulders, letting everyone see her round, innocent face. Her features were a little similar to Royce too, both of them having the same nose that showed they were family. Omari noted she was a gorgeous girl, nonetheless.
"Where'd Adrian go?" Royce questioned, referring to her brother as she stepped into the kitchen.
"Oh, there wasn't anymore ice so he left to go get some when you went to the bathroom," Jaslynn informed her, popping a Dorito in her mouth, "He should be here any second because it was a little bit ago."
Royce nodded, going back over to her countertop and wiping it down obsessively. If there was even a speck of dust, she was going to make it a point to wipe it off. The last thing she needed was her company thinking that she was dirty.
"Baby," Jeremiah laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Calm down."
"I'm sorry," Royce chuckled, "I just don't want to have a mess and have everyone thinking I'm some trifling ass female."
"Man, Omari probably turn his underwear inside out to wear them a second time before he wash 'em, and Nathan get his momma to wash his dishes. They couldn't care less about a little piece of whatever you wipin' at on the counter," Jeremiah chuckled.
"Boy fuck you, don't be tellin' my business!" Nathan called out as he piled some wings on his plate, causing everyone to erupt into laughter.
Nathan was a bit of a momma's boy, and he didn't have a problem admitting that. It was probably part of the reason he was single because he didn't find any woman that was comparable to his mother. Not in terms of picking up after him or feeding him, because he was more than capable of doing that himself, but more so with the unconditional love and support. Nathan craved affirmation from the people he was involved with, and that left many woman classifying him as needy. So, he always turned to his mother for that encouragement since no one else would be bothered enough to give it to him.
Before Jeremiah got the chance to shout an insult back, the front door had opened up and everyone could hear the fit of giggles that erupted in the next room. Omari's eyebrows shot up in amusement because he could recognize that giggle anywhere. It was the giggle that had filled his bed just two days prior when he had to wake her up for class by tickling her. It was the cute giggle that belonged to none other than Remi herself.
Omari wasn't necessarily shocked that Remi may have been best friends with Royce. They worked at the same club and seemed to have the same chill personality so it would be a no-brainer that they gravitated towards each other. Obviously he was a bit caught off guard that he would see her in a public setting outside of school, the club, or his bedroom but he just shook it off. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as he envisioned her, slightly excited to see her since they hadn't spoke since she left for class on Friday.
The smug look on his face had screwed up into a frown though, once the next words slipped out of her mouth.
"Adrian, put me down!" they could all hear her shout with a laugh, "C'mon, my dress!"
"Nope!" the deep voice, who Omari assumed belonged to Adrian, replied with a hearty chuckle.
Both of them had walked into the kitchen, and Remi was on Adrian's back—one arm wrapped around his neck and the other tugging at the back of the olive green dress she was wearing. Remi was sporting a large smile that made Omari smile just at the sight of it. For a couple seconds, he sized Adrian up.
Adrian had slightly towered over everyone at the room, standing at a staggering six-foot-three. He and Royce looked just alike, both making similar facial expressions and mannerisms. He had deep dimples that would show, even if he gave the smallest smile. With the gold chains and watch he had on, it was safe to say he had some money too.
"Look who I found outside," Adrian leaned over to keep Remi on his back as he set the bag of ice and another tray on the table before adjusting his arms around her legs again and holding her up, "With her bomb ass buffalo chicken dip she make. Y'all know that shit crack."
Remi's eyes had quickly scanned the room, and for some reason when she caught Omari's glare, her heart dropped. The smile she was wearing on her face disappeared and for some odd reason she felt like she was in trouble. It may have been because of the way Omari was staring at her with these dark eyes—similar to the ones he gave her when they had sex.
"Seriously Adrian," Remi said quickly with a bit more sternness in her voice, "Put me down."
From the corner of his eye, Nathan could see Omari staring holes at the side of the girl's face, making him look up from the wings he was devouring. When he noticed it was the same girl from the club who happened to be the student Omari was feeling, a low chuckle escaped his lips, "Oh wow, this is better than anything Netflix has to offer."
Adrian shook his head as if he was five years old, with a smirk tugged against his lips, "Tell me you forgive me first."
"I forgive you," Remi said quickly, trying to avoid Omari's stare, "Now put me down."
"Let me take you on another date too," Adrian added, making Omari's ears perk up as he became a bit intrigued at the nature of their relationship, "To make up for lost time."
Remi had cleared her throat, shaking her head, "Should have never skipped out on the first one and went to Texas. Now put me the hell down."
Hearing her deny him made Omari's smile instantly return on his face. While he knew the relationship between him and Remi wasn't exactly exclusive, part of him would hate to see her end up in relationship with another man and have to cut him off. Omari wasn't sure if he was starting to gain true feelings for Remi, or if what he felt was based off of pure lust due to the sex they had. It was true when he said he didn't beat around the bush, and would tell Remi if he liked her but he wanted to make sure his feelings were true before he confessed anything to her. The last thing he wanted to happen was confuse lust for like or love, and end up hurting someone as sweet as Remi in the process.
"You just said you forgive me though," Adrian laughed, "I told you, it was an important business venture and I just got the dates wrong. I thought our date was the week after my trip."
Almost two years ago, Adrian had asked Remi out on a date to a local restaurant. Remi had a big crush on him, but was reluctant since that was her best friend's brother, but when Royce gave her the go-ahead she was beyond excited. She bought a brand new outfit, beat her face to perfection, and made sure every hair on her head was pressed straight that night. The second she was done getting ready and on her way out the door, Adrian had gave her a call and said he had to cancel. She was confused, but it made sense when he said he had a business meeting in Texas to work with reps on launching some sneakers and clothes. Even though Remi understood he had left her hanging to make a name for himself, it still hurt her a bit because she was genuinely feeling him. It especially hurt her more when he had returned for his things and left without saying a word, not even offering to take her out again as a going away treat.
Remi got over it eventually though, focusing on getting right to the money. She could fully admit that all the interest she took in Adrian was no longer there, and she didn't see herself going on a date with him any time soon. Not unless he proved himself worthy.
Adrian had finally set Remi to her feet and she pulled down her dress with a frown, "Well you never really wanted to go on the date if you forgot then, huh? Anyway, that's neither here nor there we didn't come over for that."
Remi gave Jaslynn a hug as Adrian talked in her ear about how he was sorry.
Royce let out a low laugh at their bickering before pulling Remi into a hug and turning her towards Jeremiah, "This is my best friend in the whole wide world, Remi. Remi this is Jeremiah."
Remi shook Jeremiah's hand with a smile, "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you."
"Likewise," Jeremiah smiled, "She talks about you non-stop."
"Good things, I hope." Remi laughed, raising a 'brow at Royce who smacked her teeth.
Remi had turned to Nathan who was devouring a chicken wing before he looked up at her. He wanted to blurt out that he already knew who Remi was and ask what exactly were her intentions with Omari, but decided against it for now. He needed some more information on Omari's end at why exactly he was staring laser beams at Remi just seconds ago. His overprotectiveness was starting to seep out as he worried Remi was another Trinity all over again.
"Nathan," he introduced himself, "I would shake your hand but I got buffalo sauce all over my hands."
Remi laughed and nodded, "I understand."
Remi had looked at Omari for a few seconds, and she didn't know what to say. Did they act like they knew nothing of each other? Was she supposed to pretend that their encounter at the club was the only encounter they ever had? Could she say that he was her professor? Remi was just at a lost for words, and she was sure she was making it harder on herself than it needed to be.
"I know you already," Omari laughed, ending Remi's awkward silence and turning towards Royce, "I'm an adjunct professor over at Rutgers and ya best friend here is one of my students."
Omari didn't find any reason to act like he didn't know Remi at all. At the end of the day, he was her professor and he didn't mind disclosing that. He could say he knew Remi without mentioning to everyone that they fucked.
"Yeah," Remi laughed, looking at Royce too, "Remember how I told you about that asshole professor who gave me a sixty-eight on my paper? It was this guy!"
Omari, and everyone else in the room, couldn't help but laugh at her statement. Despite doing it over and getting a ninety the second time around, Remi was still salty about her grade the first time around.
"Aye, you got to do it over though. Don't do me like that," Omari joked, making Remi flag him off.
As time progressed, conversations had emerged amongst everyone as they ate over the food that was there. They all retreated towards Royce's living room and sat on the couch, waiting for the Lakers-Warriors season opener to kick off any minute now. Remi and Omari had both unknowingly stayed by one another's side all night, whether it be when they were standing around eating or sitting down on the couch. The two simply gravitated towards one another, and nobody in the house batted an eye towards it.
Omari slid his phone out of his pocket, and pulled up the messages between he and Remi. If he wasn't able to outwardly talk to her about their doings in front of all these people, he had to find a way to say something to her.
Free to come over tonight? Feels like I ain't see you in a minute.
He looked up from his phone to watch her stare down at hers and let a smile form across her face. Her long acrylics tapped against the screen rapidly before she locked her phone and put it on her lap.
It's only been a day sir. I've been abandoning my dog to go creep with you though, so unless you want to come over to my place, I'm busy.
Omari licked over his lips, I'll be there.
Remi looked down at her lap and just chuckled, before turning her attention towards the television where the game was starting. Shouts could be heard from Nathan and Jeremiah as they started up their bickering over LeBron once more and sometimes Adrian would join in with a comment of his own.
"Rem, you still like baseball?" Adrian questioned as a timeout was called, making Remi nod her head, "That boring ass shit."
"It's not boring," Remi frowned, "It's interesting when you understand it."
Nathan looked over at Remi, "You like the first person I met that fucks with baseball besides Omari. What's your team?"
"My grandfather raised me on the Yankees," Remi informed him, making him nod his head in approval.
"Good, every other team sucks. I usually get tickets to a few of the games, so if anyone here ever wants to slide to a season opener, let me know." Nathan announced, just as the game was getting started again.
"Royce would probably come with us," Remi told him, "Right Royce?"
Jeremiah looked down at his lap where Royce was knocked out, exhausted from all the running around she had done all morning for this little get together and running on four hours of sleep, "She gone."
Remi shook her head with a chuckle, "I should have known. I'm gonna go clean up the kitchen for her."
"Need help?" Omari questioned, making Remi shrug her shoulders.
He got up and followed her to the kitchen, eyeing the way the dress she was wearing hugged every curve on her body. When the two had gotten into the privacy of the kitchen and away from everyone, Omari couldn't help but put his hand across her ass. He pressed himself up against her and kissed at her neck, making a quiet chuckle leave her lips as she fanned him off.
"Omari," she laughed in a hushed tone, "Stop."
"What?" Omari chuckled, burying his face in the side of her neck while his arms snaked around her waist, "You wore somethin' like this and expect me to keep my hands to myself?"
"Yes," Remi said with a playfully smirk, removing Omari's hands from off her waist, "Because we're not supposed to know each other outside of the bedroom."
"No," Omari poked out his lip, "The rule was we don't know each other on campus. This ain't a campus."
"But a room full of people we do know are right over in the next room," Remi told him, "And one of the boundaries was we don't tell anyone about this right here. I'm sure all this touching can get us caught by someone, and they'll find out. I didn't tell Royce, and I don't need her finding out."
Omari looked over at her for a few seconds, "Okay, can you just answer me this question?"
"Yeah?" Remi placed her hand over her hip with a playful glare on her face.
"You wearin' underwear under that dress or?" Omari laughed, scratching the back of his neck innocently.
Remi looked at Omari for a few seconds, her eyes filled with a look he couldn't really decipher. Whatever it was, it was already starting to get him going because she just looked so damn good. He was sure she knew what her eyes were doing to him, and she used that to her advantage.
Swiftly, she pulled the black thong she was wearing from under her dress, and stuffed it into Omari's jacket pocket with a wink, "Now I'm not."
Omari tossed his head back with a low groan of frustration, "You're killing me Rem, killing me."
Remi laughed, turning towards Royce's sink to begin doing some of the dishes. Omari started to put away the uneaten food that no one had plans to take home and clean off her counter tops. Both he and Remi shared a comfortable silence while doing it. It seemed as if they simply enjoyed being in one another's presence.
"So, Remi," Adrian's voice came into kitchen gaining the attention of both Remi and Omari, "I think that you should consider going on a date with me again."
A laugh escaped Remi's lips, "Adrian, can you drop that already. There is no date again because we didn't even go on a first one. We made plans for a date, that was it."
"Well, we should make plans for one again," Adrian smiled, sitting at the small table stationed in Royce's kitchen.
"So you can up and abandon them once more?" Remi chuckled, "How's business going Adrian? Let's catch up on that."
Adrian had focused his career on creating shoes and clothing for athletes within the NBA. He had aspirations of being an NBA player himself but when he suffered two ACL tears, his dreams were over. So, he did something that would help him still be close to the league and it's players, while making a pretty penny.
"It is going great," Adrian grinned, "I got some shoes over in the G-League, and now I'm apart of the team that's going to help develop Bron's line of new shoes. I may come back up from Texas since the New York headquarters are where it's popping at. I got a little apartment I'm staying in now until I make a final decision."
"Really?" Remi questioned, leaning against the counter that was across from the table, "I thought you liked Texas?"
"Texas is cool as hell. I mean the property down there is cheap, food is great, and the people are nice," Adrian began to ramble, looking up at the ceiling for a bit and releasing a loud sigh, "But no matter how hard I try to make it my home, I can't. I miss it up here. I miss my family, my old friends, the city life. Hell, I miss the snow and changing seasons. I mean, the opportunity for me to come back and still have my job is there, so why not?"
Remi nodded her head, "Well yeah, that's a way to look at it."
"Besides, I think everyone has missed my presence," Adrian cockily smirked, "especially my jokes, I'm just the funniest guy around."
"Psh," Remi waved her hand back and forth in his direction, "You know what was missed though? Those shrimp tacos you used to make for us with that one drink. What the hell did you call it?"
"The Adrian special baby," Adrian tossed his hands up in the air, "Okay, listen. I'll make the tacos and the drinks, you swing by my apartment and help me look for houses around here. A casual dinner, not a date."
Remi didn't get to answer before Omari had dropped the stack of plastic cups he was holding onto, "Shit, my bad."
When Remi bent down to help him pick up the cups, Omari shook his head, "Nah, continue with your conversation. I got it."
Remi hesitantly nodded as Omari bent down behind the counter to pick up the cups, "Anyway Adrian, I don't know about all that. Royce is the one who helped me find my place after I moved out my dorm, so you better talk to her."
"I'll give you a lil' look at the new sneakers I'm working on," Adrian raised a 'brow, knowing how much she liked the whole behind the scenes of the creative process much like Royce, "Well, hold on, let me get some clearance from my rep before I make any promises."
Omari tapped Remi's leg, almost as if he was asking for permission for her to open them and sure enough she did. Part of her was trying to be oblivious and act like he was only trying to reach around her to grab the cups, but the other part of her mind was in the gutter. He wouldn't try anything with Adrian sitting right across from them, right?
Her suspicions were answered when she could feel Omari's middle finger slide in between her folds and slip into her. She was grateful that Adrian's face was buried into his phone for the time being as her eyes instantly snapped shut at the feeling of his fingers going in and out of her slowly.
Omari turned his hand around a bit, now positioning his hand so that his middle finger was still moving inside of her slowly but his thumb was positioned right in front of her clit. He began to rub small circles against it, feeling her wetness coat his fingers with ease. Sitting down on the floor, he positioned himself on the back of the counter and stared up at Remi. He licked over his lips as she adjusted herself, trying to look as normal as possible even though Omari was doing magic with his fingers down below.
He caught a glimpse of her face, and couldn't help but let a smirk form at the corner of his lips. Omari just knew she was a combination of shocked, embarrassed, but most importantly soaking in satisfaction. The way she was biting down on her lip and squeezing her eyes shut was just further proof that he was driving her crazy. If he had just a bit more time and privacy, he'd probably let his tongue take the place of his thumb.
When Remi noticed Adrian's attention begin to shift from his phone back to her, she quickly moved up some. She gathered her facial expressions as best as she could, but held her head up by placing her hand underneath of her chin. Remi tried to position her hand as best as she could to cover up her mouth some.
"Yeah," Adrian's voice boomed, and Omari could feel Remi slightly jump up, "Brandon said I'm clear to show you, but you can't snitch. You not a snitch though. At least I hope not, right?"
"Uh," Remi coughed, trying to suppress the moan that was begging to come out of her mouth, "N-No."
"Well, good," Adrian's attention had went back to his phone, making Remi's eyes slightly hit the back of her head as Omari picked up his pace, knowing he had to be quick, "I might be able to get you in to headquarters too with me, give a little tour."
Omari pressed his thumb a bit harder against her clit and it made Remi jump back some more. She squeezed her walls against his finger, trying to get him to stop because she wasn't sure he was about to let up and she couldn't hold the moans she was hiding. Omari instead slowed down his pace just a bit, making her bust out into a fit of coughs to make some type of noise. As she looked back over at Adrian, that's when it hit her—the safe word.
"S-Sorry," Remi coughed out again as Omari just stared up at her, his finger still inside, "Hey, you got any purple sneakers? You k-know I love purple."
"Oh yeah, let me find a picture," Adrian went right back towards his phone.
Hearing her place emphasis on the word purple, twice, Omari slid his finger out of her with a little chuckle. As she readjusted herself, he quickly gathered up the cups he dropped and stood to his feet. He looked over to see Adrian still face deep in his phone and just let out another chuckle. The man could barely pay attention to her during a short conversation, always reverting back to his phone—There was no way he'd be able to touch Omari in terms of making sure she was satisfied.
"Dumb ass Nate left juice in his cup and it got all over the floor. Got my hands wet as fuck tryna wipe it up with that paper towel," Omari lied with a fake frown before placing the finger that had been inside of Remi right inside of his mouth, "Very good drink though, very good."
Remi just mugged him—hot, bothered, and wanting way more than just his fingers. Omari laughed brushing past her to get towards the sink, of course making sure to press himself right up against her ass. Remi had just stared at him through squinted eyes, not sure if she wanted to give him a kiss or pluck his upper lip. She also didn't know whether to feel a bit annoyed at the fact she wanted him now, or intrigued at what he had just done.
She wasn't sure if she was starting to create scenarios in her head, but she felt like Omari was a bit jealous. From the stares he would give her, to how he would place his hand on the small of her back whenever Adrian addressed her over conversations earlier, and now, fingering her while Adrian was trying to ask her out on a date. For someone who wasn't expecting what they had to be exclusive, he seemed to be acting a little bit differently—or at least he was in Remi's eyes.
Peeping his slight jealousy, Remi just let a small smirk play against her lips. Like she had told Omari, she liked being dangerous and didn't mind being just that to test out her theory of him being jealous. It also made her wonder, if he was jealous was there a possibility that he'd be even better in bed? Could he be better than what he was?
"Here they go," Adrian stood up from his seat and walked over to show Remi the pair of purple shoes, "Dope as hell. One of my favorites."
"Oh wow, those are nice," Remi complimented, "You know what Adrian, I'll come over. Only for an hour though, so have those tacos and drinks ready. I'm free on Wednesday, does that work for you?"
Omari had paused, before shaking his head with a smile, Like you told her, she could have her fun. Take it easy O.
Omari just walked out of the kitchen, noticing they had cleaned all of the mess up, and took his seat back on the couch. He watched the game with everyone else as Adrian and Remi continued their conversation.
"Yeah, Wednesday at six?" Adrian questioned.
"Perfect," Remi smiled, before tapping her fingers against the countertop, "I think I'm gonna get going. I have class early tomorrow and I need to finish up a paper. It was nice seeing you though."
Adrian walked around the table and gave her a bit of a hug, "Nice seeing you too, and I look forward to Wednesday."
He and Remi walked out of the kitchen and Remi announced to everyone that she was going to make her way home to catch up on some assignments. That was partly true, but the other half was ready for Omari to come over and fuck her already. Omari watched her walk out of the door, her ass jiggling in her dress.
He sat back in his seat and a minute later he could feel his phone buzz twice in his pocket. Carefully, he fished it out—not wanting to pull Remi's thong out with it. One message popped up on the screen with Remi's address, and the other was a message with what looked to be instructions for him.
Don't leave now, give it fifteen minutes or so. The door will be unlocked and I'll most likely be in the shower when you get here. Shadow will be in my room, don't worry about him. I hope you're ready to finish what you started.
Omari didn't bother responding to the message, instead smiling and sticking his phone right back into his pocket.
Nathan looked over at him and laughed, "That boy about to go get some cuddy, huh?"
Omari smacked his teeth, rolling his eyes, "Boy, get the fuck outta here."
Nathan just laughed, tossing his hands up in the air and turning his attention back to the game. When twenty minutes had passed by, Omari told everyone he had to get going because he had a meeting to get to in the morning. His excuse was bogus as hell because he had to check in with the head of the department every Wednesday and didn't have any work due for the classes he was taking just yet.
Omari programmed Remi's address into his GPS and had made a swift arrival in under ten minutes. He popped open his glove compartment and grabbed two condoms, slipping them into his jacket pocket before he left out of his car.
Approaching her apartment door, he opened it with ease as it was unlocked like Remi said it would be. Once he got into the apartment, he locked the door behind him and kicked off his shoes neatly by the entrance. He didn't even bother looking around her apartment's decor, because he was too busy trying to get towards the bathroom. He placed his jacket on her couch and walked towards the sound of the music to find the bathroom.
When he could hear PARTYNEXTDOOR's Break from Toronto playing from behind one door and the shower's water going, he opened it up. He walked into the steamy bathroom and immediately, Remi pulled back the curtain—revealing her face which instantly made his dick hard. With a small smirk she just pulled it back, figuring he'd be in once he handled his business.
Omari stripped from his clothes and slipped on one of the condoms he had tucked away in his hands. He stepped into the shower behind Remi, watching the hot water droplets slide down her back as her curly hair was dripping.
Omari pushed himself up against her, placing soft kisses down her neck as she tilted her head to the side. One free hand of his traveled down in between her legs, spreading them open a bit. The other entangled itself in her hair, pulling on it a bit which made low moans escape out of Remi's lips.
There was something about him being the one to be rough with her that she loved. No matter how much he pulled, choked, or slapped at her while they were having sex there was something about him that was still gentle while doing it.
Omari let his fingers slide in between her lower set of lips, distinguishing the different wet feeling that wasn't coming from the shower. Remi let out a low huff as Omari attached his lips to the side of her neck, twirling his tongue against her skin effortlessly.
"Shit Omari," Remi moaned as his long fingers brushed against her clit, "Fuck me already."
As if those were the magical words, Omari turned her around and picked her up—making sure to secure her legs by grabbing onto her ass. Slowly he slid her down on his member, making her toss her head back and him let out a low hiss.
"Shit," Omari groaned lightly, pressing Remi up against one of the shower walls.
He placed a kiss against her lips as he moved in and out of her slowly, taking a hand and rubbing her clit gently with his thumb. Remi had one hand in his wet, blonde curls while the other was above her head—almost as if she was trying to grab onto the wall as she was being pleased. Omari went a bit faster, the water slightly burning his back as he delivered strokes to Remi.
"Fuck, fuck!" Remi cried out as Omari held up her thighs and pounded his body against hers, "Harder!"
Omari listened to her command, repositioning himself and going a bit harder, "Fuck Rem."
Remi opened up her eyes, staring at Omari who looked focused on nothing but pleasing her. He stared up, his bottom lip tucked into his mouth as his strokes began to get a bit more intense. Remi let out a loud moan as Omari went a bit deeper in her—If he wanted to, he probably could rip right through her cervix.
"Oh my gosh," Remi mumbled, her back already forming an arch, "O-Oh!"
Omari pushed her up farther up against the wall, making himself get even deeper inside, and held her up with one arm. He let his now free hand wrap against her neck, giving it a light squeeze as Remi stared at him with teary eyes.
"You feel that?" Omari spoke huskily, "You feel me fuckin' you Remi?"
"Y-Yes!" Remi cried out as he pounded into her, shutting her eyes to avoid the dark look that was in his eyes.
"Open ya fuckin' eyes," Omari told her, making them instantly open them, "Who else gon' fuck you like this?"
Remi could barely form a sentence as Omari gave another squeeze to her neck and wasn't letting up with his strokes. Instead, all that could come out of her mouth were moans from how good she was feeling. The more he picked up his face, the more he was pressing against her spot and she could feel herself about to reach her peak.
"I said who else gon' fuck you like this?" Omari pushed a bit deeper, making a loud gasp escape Remi's mouth.
"N-No one!" Remi screamed, tears falling from her already wet face, "N-No one Omari!"
"Yeah, nobody gon' make you feel this good," Omari repeated back to her, "Nobody but me."
Remi believed him when those words came out of his mouth. There was a standard he had set and she was one hundred percent sure there may have been no other man walking this earth that could meet it. From the way he treated her in bed to the way her treated her out of it—Omari was a bit untouchable. He knew that which is why he was a bit cocky about it, and rightfully so.
"Oh fuck," Remi scratched at Omari's back, "F-Fuck! I'ma c-cum! I'ma fuckin' cum!"
"Go 'head," Omari whispered in her ear, "But don't think I'm done with you."
When Remi released herself onto him, Omari waisted no time hoisting her up onto his shoulders, sucking at her clit like he did the first encounter they shared—as if it was his last meal. Remi could barely feel her legs as he licked up and down, her cries not making him let up at all. The music that was playing from the speaker in the background was still loud, but it couldn't drown out the screams of pleasure she was feeling in the room.
As Omari's tongue lapped against her clit, her hands entangled in his wet curls, tugging at them slightly. She could feel herself about reach her peak for a second time as Omari flicked his tongue against her.
"O-Omari!" she called out, "Fuck, just like that!"
Omari listened to her moans, smirking against her stickiness. Within seconds he could feel the wave of wetness that coated his dick coat his face. Remi moaned out a bunch of curse words as he took one last lick that made her jump in his arms.
Carefully, he placed her down and she wasn't as wobbly as she usually was. Omari pressed his lips against hers, gripping a handful of her ass which made her let out another moan.
"C'mon, clean yourself up," Omari told her, but Remi shook her head, "No?"
"No," she whispered against his lips before lowering herself from her tippy toes and pecking at his chest.
Omari didn't say anything because his breathing had hitched as Remi continued to lower herself, kissing at Omari's abs. She had slipped his condom off of his dick, tossing it over to the side and began stroking him with her small hand.
"Damn," he groaned out lightly as her hand moved up and down him.
The water that was once boiling was starting to get a bit warmer as time progressed and Remi knew if she wanted to take a shower with some type of warm water, she had to try and be quick. She lowered her head down and let her tongue come out of her mouth, swirling around the tip of his member.
"Oh," Omari hissed slightly, that tingling sensation making him clench up his fists.
Omari shivered once Remi's warm mouth took his member in, making him let out a deep breath too. Whatever Remi couldn't fit in her mouth, she stroked with one hand, making a groan escape Omari's lips. With one of his hands, he pulled back Remi's hair, moving it out of her face and holding it up.
"Shit Rem," he cussed as she went a bit deeper, a few gags coming from out of her mouth.
She took her other hand and placed it right behind the hand that was already stroking Omari. While her head bobbed up and down against his member, both of her hands twisted and turned around the parts she could fit in her mouth—making Omari lean up against the wall to keep his composure a bit. It may have been because of the way Remi managed to swirl her tongue around him as she sucked, or because she had some of the softest hands he ever felt, but this was like heaven.
Remi's eyes were shut as she was doing it, only because she was trying to take a note from Omari's book and focus on satisfying him. Omari had stared up at ceiling as she gagged on him a bit making his jaw clench in ecstasy.
"Fuck," he huffed. He was used to getting good head from women but there was something about Remi that had set her apart. It was like she was in control a bit, and when it came to the bedroom he usually was the only one who played that role.
Omari stared down at Remi, watching her work his member as a feeling of pleasure sat at the pit of his stomach. Remi could feel his stare, and it made her pop her eyes open. As her mouth was wrapped against his member tightly, she looked up at him with that innocent look he loved and batted her eyelashes.
Quickly he popped himself out of her mouth and came all over her chest, a grunt leaving his lips loudly, "Fuck!"
Remi couldn't help but let a low smirk spread on her face at how his face twisted up when he released. When he had let out a low huff, she pulled his member right back into her mouth and gave it another lick or two, watching his body shiver a bit and his shoulders fall.
"Fuck outta here, you tryna kill me," Omari spoke pulling Remi up and making her laugh.
"Next time," Remi got on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "Leave it in my mouth. I swallow."
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Is it smart of Omari to decipher if he's feeling like or lust before he talks to Remi?
How do we feel about Mr. Adrian? Omari putting in some work while Adrian was tryna holla at Remi? 🤣
Remi did a lil soul snatching herself...Think the sex is only enhancing their chemistry? How do we feel about the scenes?
I've been showing this book hella love. I lowkey gotta slow down but it's impossible because y'all been popping off. 😭 Vote/Comment tho!