And his cock slips out of me.
Gasping, I grasp his biceps.
Remy instantly props up, hazel eyes searching my face.
My lips part but I can't speak.
He frowns, tensing to move—
I shake my head.
The line between his brows deepens.
Cheeks burning, I whisper, “I just miss you inside me.”
His expression transforms before my eyes into pure sunshine, beaming out of him like the day we met.
“Oh yeah?” He grins and sits back on his haunches between my spread legs. I bite my lip as his gaze drops to my half-hard cock. I'm shocked too— I just came hard enough to time travel and I'm somehow already desperate for more. He palms the back of my thighs, pushing them toward my chest.
“So fucking sexy,” he breathes, swiping through the cum leaking out. I moan as two fingers enter me and pump lazily. “I get it now.”
“Get what?” I groan. Those torturous fingers curl. “Godohmyfuck.”
“I’m obsessed with stuffing this pretty ass,” he purrs and descends. I make the most embarrassingly pathetic sound as his tongue traces my rim, explores my taint, my balls, my shaft, then—
Wet, warmheaven.
My hands fly to his hair. His devious gaze flicks up, lips stretched around my dick.
Whatever timeline I’ve landed in, I never want to leave.
“I don’t know if I can—”
His free hand massages my sack as he sneaks another finger in my ass.
“Fuck you,” I gasp.
He pops off, glistening lips red and smirking. “Be my good boy and come again.”
Hisgood boy?
Fuck if that doesn’t turn me into putty.
Remy sucks my length into his mouth until it hits the back of his throat, constricting around my tip as his fingers thrustfaster. I’m barely restraining pleas for his cock when another cataclysmic orgasm erupts through me.
“Mmm,” he hums, swallowing my load with closed eyes. The vibration has me pushing him off— I’m so sensitive, I can’t take it. He chuckles, pecking the tip of my spent dick and withdrawing his fingers. I’m a starfish on the mattress, dazed and sex-stoned as he licks and sucks his way up my body.
“You’re insatiable,” I sigh, exposing my neck. Teeth playfully pinch the delicate skin, a sloppy kiss following.
“You love it.”
I grin. “Yeah, yeah.”
A curious meow.
Both of our heads snap to the bedroom door. Cautiously peeking around the frame is Mitz.
“Yes, it’s safe, you little gremlin,” Remy mutters. His cat examines us— still very naked and tangled— and levels a skeptical glare. He rolls his eyes and returns his attention to me.
