“Fucking hell, Remy,” I whisper. “You’re too damn perfect.”
His cock is a work of art: thick as mine, but a little longer with pulsing veins and precum weeping from his slit. Saliva fills my mouth as I contemplate what I want to do with him first. Who knows when I’ll have him this way again?
I need to feel as much of him as possible to replay later.
Lifting my hand to my mouth, I let the spit spill into my palm, watching him through my lashes as I bring it to his lips. His brows furrow like he’s in agony. And maybe he is. I certainly am, especially when he obeys the silent request and adds to the makeshift lube.
Taking a step closer, I line us up and grasp our cocks in my slickened hand—
Both of our jaws fall open.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, throbbing against my palm and shaft in time with his rapid breaths. Hot, velvet-soft skin burns into my sensitive length. One stroke and our foreheads collide.
“Tell me I’m the only one who’s had you like this, even if it’s a lie,” I beg, smearing my thumb over his slit on the upstroke. His hand wraps around the one I’m fucking us with, tightening the grip.
“No.”
My free hand returns to his crease. “But your lies are so pretty.”
His hips stutter. “I hate you.”
“Who’s that lie for, baby? Me or you?”
“Both."
I grin, licking the sheen of sweat off his upper lip. “Thought so.”
“God, you’re a fucking menace,” he pants. Zips of pleasure rocket through me both from his words and involuntary thrust. I roll my hips, encouraging him to move. But as soon as he gets into a rhythm, I pull back.
“What the fuck?” he gasps.
I shrug. “You won’t tell me what I want to hear so you don’t get to come.”
His glare could smite Satan himself.
I’ll bait this beast all fucking day.
With a growl, he lunges, but I dodge him, slipping into the shower and cranking the water to scalding.
As predicted, he’s on me in half a second.
Hands latch onto my hips, hard cock poking the top of my ass. “Hell no, you’re not playing games with me,baby.”
I don’t care if it’s mocking.
Remy. Called me. Baby.
I peek at him over my shoulder. “I’ve graduated from asshole, I see.”
“You’ve graduated from pain in my ass to pain in my dick,” he snarls. My snicker is cut off with a gasp as he reaches around to grip my cock. Sharp teeth clamp on my ear, his tongue weaving through the line of piercings.
“Aww, but I’d love to bury myself in your sweet ass until you're sore,” I groan, leaning back against his chest, letting him play with me while steam fills the space. I snake a hand behind him to grasp a firm cheek, digging my nails in until he hisses. “Tell me, has anyone had your tight hole?”
His answering bite on my throat has me grinning at the ceiling.
“Is that a no?”
He gives a bruising suck.
