After he was wasted, and we’d talked for a few hours, Remy asked me to take him to a hotel. He didn’t want his family to see him this way, and I drove to the nearest one and parked. I glanced at him, sitting in the seat, and staring forward. “I’ll get a room.” I was eighteen with a credit card, thanks to Brinley’s family. I left the car and went in, asking for a suite with one bedroom with a weary smile. The clerk looked me over for a moment and I wanted to groan. It had been a long day, and I knew I looked awful. When he gave me the key card, I went to get Remy, and he wrapped an arm around me as we made our way to the elevator. The room was on the second floor and I opened it, helping him inside.
“You’re not going to drink yourself into a coma alone in here, are you?” I asked Remy as I turned the light on and looked at the big bed.
“I want to.” He grumbled as he started to unbutton his shirt, untucking it from his black slacks. I watched him as my mouth went dry, taking in his muscled torso and perfect abs. He ran a hand through his already tousled hair and looked at me for a moment. “You’re always here for me, Celia. I can depend on you.” Remy walked towards me and I froze as he stroked my hair, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Heat flooded me as he missed, and his lips covered mine in a tender kiss. He tasted like the whiskey that he’d been drinking all night, but I didn’t care when his tongue slipped into my mouth. I reached around his waist to touch his back, breathing in his ocean scent mixed with the woodsy soap that he used. Remy tilted his head, deepening the kiss as I lost myself in him.
I knew that this was going to be grief sex. It would be the kind that just worked out of his system and nothing more. I was selfish and wanted to be the one if only for tonight. Remy pushed me back to the bed, kissing my neck and murmuring that he needed me. I didn’t fight him, allowing him to strip me down and kiss down my body. His lips and hands were amazing, and I moaned as I arched my back, offering him more of my nipple.
Remy never said my name, and I figured that he’d remember none of this. It was best that way. We had too much history to take this any further. I gave him my body and a piece of my heart that night, crying out when he sheathed himself and slid inside of me. Remy was long and thick, stretching me wide as I clutched his shoulders. I would never forget that night and it vastly overshadowed my first time with a casual boyfriend a year ago.
Remy took me hard and fast as I cried out his name, so close to my second orgasm that I couldn’t stand it. I rocked with him, coming hard before he turned to his back. “Fuck me, baby. Make me forget this day.” His voice was soft and slurred as I looked down, taking in all his perfection. His hands wrapped around my hips as his eyes closed and I started moving up and down. He filled me as I moved, and his hands were tight around my body. There might be bruises but I rode him harder, feeling like his orgasm might release the demons in his heart. “Fuck,” Remy cried out as he drove himself inside of me, stilling as my third release washed over him. I collapsed beside him, overwhelmed with all of this as I closed my eyes. Every nerve ending in my body pulsed as I breathed in deeply.
I’d felt his hands on my body and his tongue gave me one of the best orgasms I’d had in my life. His cock added two more to that and I blinked for a moment as I gazed at him.
Remy was sleeping. He was breathing hard but asleep and I took a moment to take him in. I had sex before this once but wasn’t sure what to do now. Do I throw away the condom and let him assume that he took a cab here on his own? Would he even remember that I was with him past the bar?
I decided to clean him up and slipped the condom off, wrapping it up in a tissue before tossing it deep inside of the bathroom trash. We’d taken Remy’s car here, and I ordered an Uber to pick me up, deciding that I would tell his family that he needed some time alone. I was certain that Remy would never hurt himself, but I didn’t like seeing him drink every night for the next two weeks. Brinley thought he slept with a different girl every night. That hurt me more than I wanted to admit but I could never tell her why.