Tricking Astrid (ch 5.3)

Chapter 5 (part 3)

"Did he hit on you?" Remy questioned.
Astrid turned on her side to face him. "Who? Calder? No. He's new and the youngest brother. Calder is really nice. Maybe you two could hang out."
She realized Remy was naked as he moved his body close. Now the sleepiness completely disappeared. He caressed her neck, moving his warm hand lower at each stroke.
"I trust you, Astrid," he mumbled close to her mouth, "But I saw your relieved look when I arrived. He hit on you, didn't he?"
She didn't answer. Why would he want her to? The truth would only make him mad. She kissed him instead.
"Astrid," his chuckle was knowing, "Men like that don't CARE about what's inside a person."
"Let it go," she sighed, "He's not attracted to me. We talked. He probably won't say much more to me, like his brothers. Okay?"
"Sorry, I was just a little disturbed by the fact another man took you out," his tone was hard, "Whether or not he's your boss. I saw his interest. Just like women can tell, WE can also see other men intentions."
"Whatever," she snapped, shifting away.
Astrid felt guilty. Of course, Calder had flirted with her. She'd let him do it too. Her attraction to Calder was wrong, especially when Remy was just as equal in the looks department. Or even better yet, Calder attitude was attractive.
She sighed, shifting on the sheets, frustrated with herself. Remy thought she was mad at him, and she was considering he'd ignored her for two days. Dead battery her ass!
Astrid moved her body away from his. He very slowly shifted close until she was now covered by his long, strong body. She could barely see his face and was glad he couldn't see hers. Would the guilt show? She decided to focus on him and his obvious need.
"What are you doing?" She teased, placing her hands lightly on his wide shoulders.
He gently nudged her legs apart with his knees until able to push the tip of his long erection where she desperately wanted him to enter. His breathing was so very calm compared to her now pant like one.
"I'm kissing you," He mumbled then did.
His tongue flicked in and out of her mouth sensually, moving low gradually. She closed her eyes, feeling the start of that incredible ache below. She arched her back involuntarily towards him. He encircled her with his long arms, holding her still as he lowered his kisses to her breast.
"Remy," She panted, "Now you go slow? You're killing me!"
He gave a deep chuckle, continuing to kiss her breast wetly. One then the other. He felt her shiver in his embrace, wanting to drive himself into her. But he waited. He wanted her to be so crazed by the time he did she would let him do anything.
Remy had seen the hickey he'd given her while outside. His mark on her. It had made his shitty night better knowing it was there.
That pretty boy Calder intended on having Astrid. He'd seen that glint of intent in the man's eyes. Astrid was no fool. She obviously liked Calder to lie about the mans flirting.
She hadn't seen Remy watching them at the club. His jealousy wasn't out of control... yet.
Standing in a dark corner Remy had watched Calder and Astrid on the dance floor. He had seen red when Calder's hands grabbed her ass. Remy knew Astrid liked him, but Calder was too smooth. Calder was an asshole who wanted his girl.
Sex with Astrid was amazing. Yet she by herself was beyond fascinating. If Calder simply wanted her body, Remy could handle that. But the way Calder had been talking and looking at her while at the club suggested otherwise. He LIKED Astrid. So, Remy had decided to appear at her house. Just in time, it seemed as she looked about ready to invite the asshole into her house.
Didn't she care about him? His feelings?
"Remy," she begged cutely, pouting those bow lips as he bit down on a nipple, "Fuck me! I want you!"
He twirled a nipple with his tongue, pressing his rock hard cock against her slit. She trusted upward with her hips, driving herself onto him. The sensation was incredible. He gritted his teeth, easing back so she could not do it again.
"Remy!" she fumed, "What? Come ON!"
He chuckled, letting her go to sit up on his knees. He gazed down at her voluptuous body with relish. The things he could do to her. The ways he could make her scream. Just for him. She'd want more before she even knew what it was he would be doing to her.
Yet, he really liked Astrid. He'd held off on sex because he did not want himself to be cruel and push her affections away. She was too important to him to let Calder waltz in and snatch all his hard work away. He was sure Astrid wouldn't be that heartless, but she was a sexual being.
"I love you," he blurted out.
She paused with her impatient hip thrusting, "Really? I... really?"
He knew right then when she didn't immediately reply she was doubting him. So he did what she wanted instead of making himself look even more of a tool. He wanted to hit her for not saying she loved him. How could she NOT?
Remy grabbed her bent knees then slammed his cock deep inside of her. She let out a pleased moan, tensing all around him. Fuck she was tight. He stayed deep, thrusting forward with intense purpose. Her breast jiggled in his face, exciting him further as she kept issuing that wonderful little cry.
He was pissed as he fucked her harder than she probably wanted. Why didn't she love him back? He banged away thinking, why? Why? Why? He drove into her powerfully.
"Remy!" She exclaimed, "I love you!"
He grinned, seeing her quiver beneath him as her orgasm made her impossibly tighter. He leaned her body up, still buried balls deep.
"Say it again," He growled.
She sighed, "I've loved you since we met, baby. You make me feel so wonderful about myself. You really love me?" She sounded near tears.
Hearing her so insecure melted his anger. Why had he thought she didn't feel the same? Her fragile self-esteem was to easily molded. He kissed her passionately as he flipped her on top of him. She clung to him as she buried herself down on his slick cock.
He straightened his legs then pulled her head back as he had done in the backseat of his car, one hand on her plump ass pushing her towards him like a maniac. He fucking loved the way she moved on him like she had no choice but to meet every one of his forceful thrust.
Christ the girl could fuck.
Her quick, loud moans as she climaxed again had him pushing her off of him as he too, suddenly exploded. It was so sudden he could not control himself. He grabbed her throat, holding her still as he jerked off all over her beautiful tits.
Astrid had been in the middle of her second awesome orgasm when she found herself being roughly pushed off his throbbing cock and jacked off on. She smiled in the darkness, hearing his ragged breathing. She didn't mind his sudden explosion. In fact, it pleased her to know she excited him so much.
"Damn," he panted, "Fuck! Sorry babe, you get me off quick like that."
She touched her sticky chest, "Like what?" she played dumb.
He breathlessly chuckled, "If I tell you, you may do it even more. Hold on, I'll get you a towel."
"No," she stood on shaky legs, "Let's take a shower."
He grinned, "Okay."
Once in the shower, under the bright lights and warm spray Remy became hard again. She laughed as he pressed behind her teasingly. She stopped laughing when he parted her butt cheeks and used soap to lube up her asshole before pressing inside of her. He had to stoop, but damn, he wanted her to feel his need for her entire body and she didn't say no. He wanted to fuck her always.
No one else.
Except he couldn't do that.
She pressed her face to the wet tiles, gasping frantically as he fucked her ass like no one else ever had. She came over and over again as he fingered her while flicking her clit. He never let up, even after the second orgasm or when the water cooled. He had some feverish drive that Astrid had never experienced. It electrified EVERYTHING in her. She told him how good he was until he came deep inside her ass. The beautiful heat of him nearly collapsing her to her knees.
Remy left her house at 2 am. She passed out in bed thinking about Calder. Even if Calder liked her, she really did love Remy. No other man could compare. Especially sex-wise.
Astrid pictured Calder's sly smile when sleep claimed her.