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Authors: Liza Kay

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“Ready, love? Can I move?” Remy whispered, his voice clearly strained.

Corey tightened his muscles, squeezing his lover’s cock, and chuckled. “I’m insisting on it.”

Remy groaned, pulled back a bit, and delivered a swat to Corey’s right cheek. A sizzling sensation spread over his skin, making Corey shiver. He’d never been into spanking before. With Remy, it felt new and exciting. Then his lover started a swift, hard rhythm, his hands resting on Corey’s belly and chest. Damn, did the man move.

Corey whimpered when Remy eventually sat back and pulled him onto his lap. He now straddled Remy thighs, and the change of angle caused Remy’s cock to nudge his sweet spot with every forceful thrust.

“Yes! Yes, Remy... fuck me harder,” he demanded, pushing his ass back, desperate to force his lover deeper inside him.

Remy growled and reacted instantly. He lifted Corey a fraction, so he had more room to thrust up. Skin slapped against skin, the sound utterly erotic combined with their panting and moaning.

A hand circled tight around the base of Corey’s cock, preventing his impending orgasm. Corey cursed and tried to push through the fist holding him. He was so damn close, needing only one nudge to tumble over the edge.

“Ah-ah. Did you forget?” Remy pressed through clenched teeth, never once slowing down the pounding Corey’s ass received. “I want you to beg for your release.”

“Fuck!” Corey let his head fall back against his lover’s shoulder. His threatening growl wasn’t nearly as threatening as he’d intended though. It sounded way too needy and—

“Aww, how cute. My little kitten has a temper, huh?” His lover teased him and bit down on Corey’s neck.

“Kitten? If you call me that ever again I’ll—”

Corey let out a wail when a well-placed and hard jab against his gland left him breath and speechless. Damn his pride. He didn’t want to argue, he wanted, needed, to come. Now!

“Please! Please Remington. I need... let me come!” he sobbed. His whole body was on fire and the pleasure was almost too much, driving him to the point of pain. But it felt so damn good. He lifted his arm up and back to wrap it around Remy’s neck. Then, craning his neck, he aimed a sloppy kiss at the man’s lips.

“Good kitten,” Remy praised, and loosening his grip, gave Corey’s cock one tender stroke. That was it.

Corey screamed, his body convulsing with the force of his climax. He felt his ass clamping down on Remy’s hard dick and the man fucked him right through his orgasm, prolonging the sensation as much as possible. White light exploded behind his closed lids and pleasure pinged through his whole body till he could only gasp for breath.

Remy pushed as deep as he could one more time, then stiffened and let out a deep grunt. Corey felt the heat of his lover’s release through the thin barrier separating them, and for the first time in his life, wished to get rid of the latex. Maybe someday.

Remy’s forehead came to rest against Corey’s nape. Their skin was slick with perspiration and the man’s puffs of air against Corey’s wet skin caused goose bumps to break out all over his back. He knew he’d have bruises tomorrow where Remy had held his hips in a hard grip. Corey didn’t care one bit. He liked the thought of wearing his lover’s marks, the proof of their passion, on his body.

Moist, tender lips brushed kisses against his nape, a tongue tickled the spot behind his ear. Remy used the hold he had around Corey’s chest to lower him gently back onto the bed. They grunted in unison when Remy’s cock slipped from his body. It was crazy, but he missed the feeling already. Corey mewled—yes mewled—as Remy kissed a line down his spine. He couldn’t contain his broken moan when Remy’s tongue licked through his crease and eventually circled his tender hole. It was such an intimate gesture and Corey didn’t know what to make of it. Yes, his boyfriend had rimmed him before, but never
after
sex.

“Shhh...” Remy crooned eventually, lying down beside Corey and pulled him into an embrace. Corey went willingly, cuddling into the man’s strong chest and breathing in the wonderful scents of cologne, sweat and sex.

“I’ve got you, love. Deep breaths.” Remy kissed the top of his head and Corey noticed how out of breath he still was. One of Remy’s hands drew soothing circles on his back. He tilted his head back to look into his lover’s eyes and found it again. The tender, longing expression Corey had noticed before. Now he knew what it meant.

“I love you, Remy,” he whispered. “Let’s not be dumb again, okay? Those days without you, before you started with the letters, were pure hell. If I ever start to question your intentions again, just—”

Remy shut him up with a peck to his lips. A simple peck developed into a heavy make-out session though, and it was only when breathing became paramount that they broke apart.

“Don’t you dare think it was only your fault that we broke up. There are always two people in a relationship,” Remy reminded him, his frown sexy as hell.

Corey grinned cheekily. “Sometimes there are three or four.” Then he yelped. Remy had swatted his ass. Hard. “Hey!”

“In this one, there’s only room for two. Got it?” his boyfriend growled. Could the man get any sexier? Naked, sweaty, loving
and
possessive? Corey was officially in heaven.

“Of course, my love. I couldn’t handle another guy anyway. I’m sore enough as it is. Plus, I’d totally flip if anybody but me touches you.”

Remy grinned. “Oh yeah? What would you do, tiger? Douse them with coffee?”

“Yup,” Corey replied immediately, trying for a grave expression. “I’d use hot coffee though. The cold stuff I reserve for the people I love.”

“Of course you do. I love you, my little brat.” Remy chuckled.

Corey rubbed his cheek against his lover’s chest, then stretched and wriggled his toes in utter contentment. “Can’t wait to see Mandy’s face when you send a proposal bouquet to the office. She’ll have a stroke,” he mused. His boyfriend’s answering squeak was adorable as hell.

“Pro—What?”

Giggling, Corey pressed his face into Remy’s neck. Maybe. Someday.

 

The End

 

 

 

About the Author

 

 

Liza grew up in a tiny village in Germany, the kind where you know everybody and everybody knows you. She migrated to a bigger town to attend college, although her parents often wonder if she really moved out. Now, with a degree in her pocket, she’s perfectly capable of working as a librarian. Never one to do what’s expected of her, Liza currently browses different branches of employment.

She started writing in college when she found herself unable to ignore the guys living in her head any longer. And to distract herself from the stifling, non-fiction stuff taught in class. Liza is really fond of the dudes whispering in her mind—no matter if handsome or flawed, big or small, sulky or easy-going. They all deserve love and their HEAs.

When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up with a good book and a cup of tea, a cat in her lap, or a camera at the ready.

 

You can contact her at [email protected]

Or visit her blog at https://onelizakay.wordpress.com/

 

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