5. Zach
Zach managed to take two steps into Remy’s hotel room, and two steps only. The door hadn’t even finished slamming shut behind them before Remy spun him around and shoved him up against the nearest wall.
God, the feel of strong hands on his shoulders, the way Remy’s knee came up between his legs, grinding against his cock...
So fucking good.
When Remy’s lips crashed down over his, he was utterly lost. Fuck, this man could kiss.
The way his lips and tongue moved, like Remy wanted to fucking devour him.
Remy’s strong body pressing against his, flattening him against the wall.
Zach needed this. He needed it so fucking badly.
His breath came in harsh pants by the time Remy pulled away. A little groan slipped out of him at the loss.
“Look at me, pretty boy,” Remy whispered.
He opened his eyes. Remy’s face was only inches from his, the look of hunger in his cinnamon eyes so strong that Zach went weak in the knees.
Remy studied his face for several long seconds, clearly searching for something. One hand stayed on Zach’s shoulder, but the other slid up, fingertips grazing over his neck and the hint of stubble on his jaw. A thumb brushed across his lips. “I need to know what you want,” he said at last.
With a moan, Zach pushed his hips forward, wanting to press up against Remy again, but he was just out of reach. “I want whatever you want to give me.”
“Uh-uh.” Remy moved his hand up into Zach’s hair, caressing, gripping, pulling. It felt fucking fantastic. “I need you to give me a hell of a lot more than that.”
“I don’t care,” Zach said, whimpering. “Whatever you want.”
Whirling Zach around, Remy used all his body weight to shove him against the wall. Zach huffed out a sharp breath as his cheek flattened against the green paint. He was so hard it fucking hurt.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear,” Remy said, voice low and breath hot against Zach’s ear. “I have no interest in fucking a shrinking violet. I want someone who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to beg me for it. Now are you going to be a good boy for me tonight?”
“Yes, Sir.” As soon as those words left his mouth, a shudder ran through his whole body. Fuck, fuck, fuck, think of non-sexy things. Dung beetles. The Pythagorean Theorem. Boobs.
“Mmm,” Remy murmured, running the tip of his tongue around the shell of Zach’s ear. “I like the sound of that. Now tell me what you want.”
If he said the words, he was done. Fuck, this was embarrassing. He hadn’t been this close this fast since he was a teenager. It had just been so goddamn long.
Well, and Remy was that fucking hot.
“Be a good boy and tell me what you’re thinking,” Remy said, sliding his hand down to Zach’s ass, gripping it hard.
Zach screwed his eyes shut. “I’m trying not to come three seconds in like a fucking virgin getting his first piece of hot ass.”
Remy’s laugh was gloriously deep and sensual. Zach felt it reverberating in his chest like a fucking symphony. “How are you planning to accomplish that?”
“A squared plus B squared equals C squared.”
“Of course it does, baby.” And with that, he slid Zach’s swim trunks over his hips, letting them drop to the floor. Pulling Zach’s hips away from the wall, he wrapped one large, gloriously warm hand around his cock.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” Zach threw his head back, resting it against Remy’s shoulder.
Remy pumped his hand along the length of Zach’s cock, running his fingertips along the underside with the most glorious pressure imaginable. “Mmm,” Remy said again when Zach’s hips jerked involuntarily. “You like that, don’t you.”
“Not. Helping.” Zach forced the words out between clenched teeth.
“My sweet, pretty imp,” Remy whispered against his ear, his hand continuing that positively sinful movement. “Let’s get this out of the way right now. I plan to make you come as many times as I can tonight. And I assure you, I’m an extremely patient man. So stop worrying about when or how and just let yourself fucking feel.”
Zach fought it for another pair of heartbeats. Then he completely let go. All the tension melted out of his body, and he let out the moan he’d been holding back as if his life depended on it.
“That’s it,” Remy urged, hand picking up speed, his free arm wrapping around Zach’s chest and pulling him tight against his body. “Don’t fight it anymore.”
When Zach came, it was as if the world disappeared for several seconds. Like he and Remy had somehow been transported to their own little parallel universe, where they were the only two beings who existed.
For those few spectacular, explosive moments, he never wanted to be anywhere else as long as he lived.
“Remember, we’re only just getting started.” Remy pressed a soft kiss against his neck, bringing him back to Earth. “Before the night is out, I want to see what your face looks like when you come apart in my arms.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” The words came out between panting breaths. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re definitely going to kill me.”
Remy laughed as he gently turned Zach around and led him the rest of the way into the hotel room. Cupping a hand under Zach’s chin, he lifted until their gazes met. “All right, pretty boy. Now that we’ve taken the edge off, I’d like you to answer my question.”
“You know you’re way prettier than me, right?” Zach heard himself say. He felt like he wasn’t quite in his body anymore. As if the orgasm had been powerful enough to rip him in two.
Smiling, Remy slid his hand up into Zach’s hair. “Not a chance. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Besides, I prefer to think of myself as ruggedly handsome.” He smirked. “Though I do think Mr. Sexy has a nice ring to it.”
Remy’s grin was infectious. “Of course you do. It suits you perfectly. Now what am I supposed to be doing again? You’re getting me all mixed up.”
“Tell me what you want. And be honest.”
Zach started to answer, but stopped himself before more than a single syllable came out. With his heart pounding and his still-growing lust mixing with an unpleasant edge of fear, he whispered, “What if we don’t want the same things?”
Tracing a fingertip around Zach’s lips, Remy murmured, “I have a feeling we do. Be brave for me.”
What did he have to lose? The worst that could happen was that the night ended awkwardly, and they avoided making eye contact across the pool deck for the rest of their stay.
The best that could happen was Zach got exactly what he wanted from the hottest man he’d ever seen.
Not exactly a tough risk-benefit analysis to sort out once he thought of it that way.
Zach took a deep breath, willing his nerves to calm. Then he dropped slowly to his knees, looking up to see Remy’s reaction.
“Fuck.” Looking down at him with hooded eyes, Remy ran a hand through Zach’s hair again. “You look incredible on your knees.”
“This is what I want,” Zach said, heart pounding in his chest. “I want to kneel at your feet and do as you command. I want you to reward me for pleasing you and punish me for displeasing you. I want to feel like my very existence hinges on bringing you pleasure.”
“Oh, sweet boy.” Remy traced a thumb across the seam of his lips. “I told you we wanted the same things. Open for me.”
Zach parted his lips with an utterly contented sigh.
“You have such a pretty mouth when you smirk.” So much desire radiated out of those commanding brown eyes. “But I think I like you even better this way.”
Remy took his time pushing his swimming trunks down his hips, uncovering the final hidden parts of his body inch by inch. When at last his cock sprung free, jutting out long and heavy between them, Zach eyed it hungrily, his breath coming in staccato bursts.
Letting his swim trunks fall to the floor and kicking them aside, Remy stepped closer, brushing the head of his cock against Zach’s lower lip. “Lick me,” he ordered. “Show me what a good boy you can be.”
He took to the task with vigor, swirling his tongue around the head, then licking along the full length as Remy buried a hand in Zach’s hair. Good God, Remy’s cock was a thing of absolute fucking beauty. Long and thick and spectacularly delicious. The thought of it buried inside him had his own cock hardening again.
Throwing his head back, Remy forced out a long, harsh breath. “Fuck, that feels good. Now take me in your—” He hissed as Zach surged forward, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.
Zach worked his lips and tongue as he moved, worshipping Remy’s cock with all the enthusiasm and skill he possessed. He loved the intense stretch of his lips, the little moans and hisses drifting down over him, the salty taste of pre-come. All of it combined to make him absolutely wild with need.
“Fuck!” Remy shouted when Zach finally took him into his throat. His hands fisted in Zach’s hair. “So good. Keep doing that, baby.”
The praise washed over him, making his cock hard as fucking granite. He longed to reach down and take it in his hand, but he forced himself to resist. He wanted to take his own pleasure when and only when Remy decreed it.
When Zach next pushed forward, swallowing every single inch, Remy lost his tenuous grip on control. Holding him in place by the hair, Remy took over, pumping into Zach’s throat again and again.
Closing his eyes, Zach let himself be used, relishing the sweet pain of it. Nothing in the whole fucking world felt better than this.
Zach knew his lover was about to come when erratic jerks replaced his perfect rhythm. For one miserable second, he thought Remy might pull out at the last moment.
But then he pushed forward one final time, emptying himself into Zach’s throat, filling him, choking him, and if Zach died in that moment, he’d have left this world a blissfully happy man. It took him several seconds to draw a breath when Remy at last slipped from between his lips.
“Christ, you’re good at that,” Remy said as he collapsed back onto the mattress, sounding equal parts exhilarated and breathless. “Come up here.”
Zach crawled up onto the bed, molding his body to Remy’s side and resting his head in the nook of his shoulder. The perfect way they fit together made his heart flutter.
As Remy ran a hand lazily through his hair, Zach let his fingertips drift across the tight muscles of his lover’s abs. He was desperate to feel more of him. All of him.
But he would be patient. After all, Remy had promised him a full night of bliss.
Monday 12:21 AM
It’s all downhill from here
I’m ruined for all eternity
Olivia
???
Mr. Sexy is also staying at The Diamonds
He’ll be here the whole first week I am
100% the best sex of my life
How will I ever have normal sex after this??
I think I need to move to a convent and become a nun
Olivia
Oh
My
Fucking
God
Are you serious right now? Please tell me you’re being serious. No, you can’t be. You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?
Yes, a nunnery. It’s my only option now
Nell
Daaaamn, he must really be something if he made you literally find Jesus
Thank you, O Lord, for the blessings you have bestowed upon my cock
Nell
A-fucking-men
Olivia
I just laughed so hard it woke Aiden up. You two are going to get me in trouble
You’re welcome
Nell
I know right?
Like she’d complain if we did
Olivia
Shut up
Now, give us details before we both die
Ladies, this is Mr. Sexy. It’s lovely to meet you, but I’m afraid Zach is coming back to bed now. Please enjoy the rest of your night
P.S. Olivia, kindly never insult my sexual prowess again. Tell Aiden I said you deserve an extra hard spanking ??
Olivia
Oh, I like him