Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He fingered my hair, let the curls wrap around his fingers. “I wrote a lot of songs about you. There’s a part of you in damn near every one. You never listened to my music?” he asked, an edge of hurt in his tone.
Guilt pricked my skin. “Not after we broke up. I couldn’t.”
He nodded, as if he understood. “Well, you named your café Sunrise. I have a feeling that has to do with us too.”
“Nah,” I teased, and he smiled. But it did. Of course it did.
“You wrote songs about me. I guess I’m good inspiration.”
He chuckled. “You’re a cocky fucker, is what you are.”
I thrust my hips, pressing my dick against his. “You say the nicest things.”
He rolled his eyes, but I knew he liked it when I said things like that to him. “Such a dork,” he said.
It was so fucking ridiculous, but hearing him say that turned me inside out, made sparks light up in my chest. I could see when his eyes changed, when the flare of desire bloomed inside them. “I want you, Remy.”
“I want you too. I’ve always wanted you.”
Our mouths pulled together as if by some unexplainable force, one we couldn’t stop, and I didn’t want to. We kissed and rubbed our hands up and down each other’s bodies. I tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor as our mouths met again and we stumbled toward the hallway.
“Ooh, I get to see your room,” Remy teased, and I laughed against his lips.
“I think it’s safe to say we’re both dorks.”
And then we were kissing and moving again. We ran into the wall, an umpf escaping me. Remy slid his hand down my chest, my stomach, and grabbed my cock. Tremors racked my body. I felt like I nearly convulsed. “Fuck, Rem.”
“Yeah…I know. Me too.” He found a way to step out of his shoes. His fingers were shaky as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He pushed my pants and underwear halfway down my thighs, then wrapped a strong hand around my cock. The callouses on his fingers from playing were so familiar, little rough spots that made me lose my mind.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Huh?” But then my words were stopped by his mouth on mine. He kissed me and jacked me with urgent pulls and a hungry mouth. I practically gasped when he pulled away.
“For today…it was…fuck, it was everything.”
Again, he stopped any response with his mouth, one hand in my hair, the other on my cock. We were both trembling against each other. I was going to explode, like I felt everything too much and not enough.
“Fuck…I’m gonna come. You have to stop, or I’m going to come already. Let’s go.” I grabbed his arm and went to move, forgetting about my pants being half down. I almost fell, but Remy caught me, and damned if we didn’t start laughing again.
Christ, I loved sex with him, loved everything with him, but in these moments we were free of everything else in our lives, all the hardships and worries, stripped down to nothing but two men wanting each other so much, we ached with it.
Remy dropped to his knees, dragging my jeans down with urgent hands. They got stuck on my sneakers, which he removed too, before he leaned in, buried his nose in my groin, and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, I missed you.”
My body spasmed in response, my hand tightening in his hair. “I want you in my bed.”
He nodded and stood. More kissing, more touching and stumbling as we worked our way down the hallway toward my bedroom.
Things slowed down as we stood beside my bed. Remy went to open his pants, but I swatted his hands away. We both watched me work as I unbuttoned, then unzipped them. As I pulled them off, followed by his briefs. His balls were full and tight, his cock long and pale. I reached for it, but this time, it was Remy who smacked at my hands.
“Lie down,” he said, his voice thick with lust. I did, and Remy moved with me, kneeling between my legs. “How are you real?” he said softly, reverently.
“I’m just a man, Remy, like any other.”
He shook his head, but no words came out. He leaned over, took my cock into his mouth. My body bowed off the bed, a twisting chaos of feeling sweeping through me. He took me to the back of his throat, fuck, he’d always been good at that. When he pulled away, I grabbed his hair.
“Do it like you used to,” Remy said before sucking me again. The first few blowjobs between us had been messy, unpracticed, but we’d found our groove together, found what each of us liked, and knew it like the back of our hands.
I thrust my hips, held his hair, watching him as he gave me his throat. Remy had always loved giving head. He wanted me to fuck his throat, to let loose, and he took it with pride in a way no one I’d ever been with had.