Tricking Astrid (Ch 3.2)

 

Chapter 3 (part 2)

Astrid was not afraid of Remy. With her eyes tightly closed she refused to see his shadowy expressions. She'd caught his weird glint of animalistic pleasure when he'd hurt her back in the clubs parking lot. She didn't care to see it again, even if he did show it over and over. He wanted HER. That was enough.
His body was amazing. No other man she'd been naked with had looked so damn good. The way his muscles bunched and never seemed to tire of fucking her was raw stamina. He was the perfect man. Could he even exist? Yes. Right here with her in the backseat of his new Mercedes. She moaned for him. Touched him softly to increase his speed. Faster Remy. Don't slow down and never let her go.
Remy held onto Astrid's bucking body as the climax he had at last achieved in her, made the whole car move. He closed his eyes after pushing her neck hard against his mouth. He knew how to make her fucking scream at least ONE way.
Astrid gasped as the wonderful, odd sensational pain of his bite on her neck increased the orgasm she was in the middle of having. He had one hand heavily on her ass, pushing and pushing her until she let out a strangled scream. His other hand wrapped around her neck, not allowing her to pull away as he bit at her delicate skin with vicious intent.
"Remy!" she pleaded, her whole body tightening, shivering from the ongoing explosions she could not handle. "Too much! I can't! Please!"
Never had anyone brought such an extreme ongoing orgasm as Remy was forcing her to endure. It was so good, words were lost as she let out a shriek she'd never made before. His prick was swelling at every high pitch she reached.
She finally gave the right yelp he'd waited to hear. He groaned deep in his chest as she emitted the sound. He came. He pushed everything he could muster as she tried to stop him. His head spun. The fantastic way he felt was all her. She had a scrumptious body he could bang away at for hours.
Yet, she was near tears as he released her. Oh shit, what had he done?
Astrid weakly slid off of Remy wet, slick body to the other seat of the seat. She hid her face, blindly groping for the dress on the floorboard.
What had he DONE? He'd came INSIDE of her! She was on birth control, yet he had done something she should have seen coming. Oh shit!
She tried to calm down, wiping the area between her legs with the inside of her dress. He was just sitting there but she could feel his heavy gaze on her. The music was blaring some old school love song that reminded her of high school. She pushed THOSE thoughts away. Those feelings of being used in the backseat of some random boys' car.
Backseat fuck sessions.
"Astrid," he asked very quietly, "are you okay?"
Was she OK? She just probably had the best orgasm of her life!
"Yeah... sure. What?" she fiddled with her bra, trying to clasp it back. "I'm just dizzy. You... you made me dizzy."
He gently helped her with her bra with even, calm hands. "I didn't mean to do what I did. You... made me excited. I know it's no excuse." he finished, dropping his hands to his side.
She finally looked up at those sparkling hazel eyes, seeing the same ole Remy. The compassionate man who KNEW her. "It's fine. I mean, I excited YOU?" she gave a nervous laugh.
He grinned. "YES. Men do have a harder time not blowing their wad in the first few seconds you know. Anything tight and wet gets us off."
"Yeah, I've had that type before," she snorted, relaxing against the seat.
She really had had a great time. There was no need to feel this awkward toward him, she told herself, although her neck hurt like a bitch. How bad was the damage to sting this bad?
"You've probably had a zillion better girls than me though. You just LOOK at me and I cream myself."
"Hey!" he chided, taking hold of her fidgeting hands bringing them against his strong chest, "You are zillion times better than whoever you may compare yourself against. I'm not bullshitting you."
His words sent her to tears almost. The way he spoke was so heartfelt, so adamant that she believe him. How could he really think she would? His last girlfriend had probably been a supermodel who sucked his dick 18 hours a day.
"Astrid," he pleaded, feeling her doubt, "When will you stop belittling yourself? I've done nothing but try to show you how great you are for three months! Every time I pay you a compliment you throw it back in my face. Every time I tell you how fucking beautiful you are, you ignore me! Please Astrid, somewhere in that phenomenal, intelligent mind of yours there has to be a breaking point. Find confidence inside of you."
Pissed off, she wrenched her hands away. "Don't patronize me, Remy! You weren't asked to indulge my ego!"
"Astrid!" he sounded surprised at her anger.
She opened the door, stepping out in only her bra. She wiggled back into her dress as she shouted at him, "I have fucking confidence! I've got a good job! I socialize! I see myself as a very intelligent woman who landed a gorgeous boyfriend who's trying to make my self-esteem higher than it needs to be! Why? I accept myself as I am Remy."
He'd been redressing as she went off, now stepping out on his side of the car. He had a bewildered look as he circled to stand by the passenger door. She ignored him as she reached into the back for her heels.
"You accept yourself?" he repeated, "Are you implying I don't? Astrid, I love everything about you."
She slammed the back door, "So do I. Okay? Settled?"
Remy gazed at the fiery expression she showed him. He'd seen her a bit angry before, but never had he seen her display such fire as she just did. She was utterly gorgeous. The heat of her look aroused him instantly. He wanted to feel that heat during sex. To have her so pissed off at him, she cursed his name.
"What?" she jumped back as he took a step forward, looking like a much more aggressive man than he'd ever shown her, "Don't touch me."
He blinked. "Sorry. It's..."
"It's what?" she snapped, "Let's go back to my house. I'm tired."
He slowly opened her door for her, looking as if he suddenly came to his senses about something. Awkwardly, she sat inside, wondering why he had that look. He gently closed the door then went towards the trunk to get on the driver's side.
Except he didn't appear.
She remained seated. Maybe he was thinking. Why had she snapped at him? The problems she had been her own to deal with. She'd always doubted herself, but in front of others, she tried to not let it show. Or at least she had thought.
Remy was expecting something from her she could tell. Something she'd seen, but not heard or felt from him yet. What? What did he want?
Remy opened his door, slipping behind the wheel. He gave her a charming smile before starting the vehicle. Nothing changed. Everything the same.
The ride to her house was silent. She felt embarrassed by her outburst so much more by the time he pulled up her driveway. Why had she overreacted? Had she been wrong to defend herself? The many unsure questions about his life had her thinking maybe the reason he focused so much on her was so she didn't focus on him.
"Coming in?" she gave him a sexy leer that he hadn't expected in the least, "I'm sorry I was angry. Was that our first little tiff?" she leaned forward exposing the top of her breast.
He snorted, hands gripping the wheel, "If you could call it that. You sort of showed me you don't need me."
She blinked, sitting up. "Of course I don't NEED you. Relationships should not be needful. Independent. I want you. I like who you are Remy."
He looked up at her home. "I'll wait until you're inside."
He was dismissing her.
She felt the sting of it like a slap. What had she done? "Remy, are you mad?"
He smiled reassuringly, but she did not look up into his hazel eyes. "No. No, I'm tired. Give me a kiss babe."
She did. A quick one since he pulled back immediately, hands still clenching the steering wheel. She sighed as she opened the door. He was detached yet acting like he wasn't.
"Goodnight," she softly said, "Drive careful to where ever you lay your head at night."
Then she slammed the car door on his reply.
She stormed up to her front door, her hands shaking as she unlocked it. Then she slammed that one.
He slowly drove away.
With tears in her eyes, she walked through the dark house to her bedroom. In a fit, she threw her dirty dress off then kicked her heels across the room with a satisfied THUNK.
Why had he been so damn cold? He may be stunningly handsome, but Astrid did not appreciate his attitude. So, once again she's acted like a bitch when saying goodnight.
She curled up naked in bed, not bothering to wash him off her body. His scent was all around her, making her tear up. Damn that man! She really, really did need him. She was touchy when it came to others seeing her true self. Remy knew her. Had been gentle with her emotions all these months.
Before sex.
Was sex ruining their bond? The friendship they'd enjoyed first had been so great. That was why she figured the sexual one would be as well. Remy had been so forceful with her in the car. The way he pulled her hair and bit her neck had been utterly brutal.
Brutally arousing.
She felt stupid.
She would call his cell in the morning. First thing, she promised herself. She would be contrite and apologize for being a bitch. He would probably act as if she was making things worse than what they were, but she wanted him to know she could own her actions.
She did need him. She needed his constant high opinion of her. She felt better about herself since meeting him. She carried herself much more confidently.
Remy was great. He was perfect.
She wanted to be perfect for him.
Perfect for Remy because she was far, far, from ever being what he needed in his life.