Page 102 of Dare to be Different

“Remy…”

“Fuck, Zahn.” He gets pissed. There’s the bossy bastard I know and love. “Stop treating me like a fucking virgin and just do it.”

“You are a virgin! For this, anyway.”

“Holy fuck, Zahn.” He overpowers me, pushes me to lean against the wall so I’m sitting on my ass, grabs the bottle of lube, and straddles my lap. His hard cock brushes my stomach, and his blue eyes are full of trouble. “Since you’re being a twat about this, I’m going to be on top.”

I pout, even though I’m not mad about it.

He grabs my jaw. “Your dick is still going inside me, Zahn. But you’re too much of a pussy to take charge.”

Says the man who used a gallon of lube and hesitated enough to chicken out the first time we tried sex. But whatever. I kind of love it when he gets pushy.

“Just sit back and watch,” Remy says, smirking down at the bottle instead of at me. He knows that was lame, but he doesn’t give a shit. “Typical,” he mocks, sliding a lubed hand up and down my cock. “Sitting on your ass while I do all the work.”

I don’t even care that he’s low-key insulting me and completely wrong about it. Maybe I do let him take the lead more often than not, but I’m starting to realize it’s because I trust him to take me wherever the fuck he wants to go. I go on and on about being wild, but at my heart, I’m just the guy who follows Remy Rivers around like a loyal pup on a leash, and I don’t regret it even a little. He’s never steered me wrong.

I look down, watching him work me over, my dick leaking and my hips already getting into the motion. When I look up to find his blue eyes on mine, I get desperate for more than a fuck. A kiss. I tug on his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. His chest crashes against me and a greedy moan slips from my lips to his.

“Fingers, Zahn,” he groans against my mouth. “In my ahhh…” The sound drags as I slide a single finger inside him.

“Don’t rush me, Rem. I’m taking my time with you.” I grin against his jaw, nipping at his skin. “Stop jerking me off or we won’t make it to the sex.” Because fuck me, his hands feel good.

One finger turns into two, and by the time I get a third inside him, he’s sweating, begging to be fucked. “I want this,” he rasps. “Fuck, I’m so ready. Hurry up.”

“I told you not to rush me.” I laugh, pulling my fingers free and lubing them again. I look into his eyes as I lather my cock. Glazed, lusty, fucking sexy. “You sure?”

Remy’s lip is between his teeth, but he nods and tightens his fingers in my hair. Lifting himself on both knees, I line myself up with his hole. When he lowers just a bit, his eyes meet mine, and I’m a goddamn goner. Dunno how the hell I fell in love with my best friend, but here we are, and I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else ever again. Remy is mine, and he doesn’t know this, but I am irrevocably his. Like, fucking all of me.

“Mmm,” he moans, sinking down an inch or so.

Oh fuck. Holy hell. My god. Goddammit. Just like that, I’m clenching my ass and sending silent demands to my balls to hold themselves together. I’m barely in, but my wires are all crossed and my nerves are all frayed, and Remy is bringing me right back to my two-pump chump, premature ejaculate days.

“Don’t,” he warns me. “I know that look.”

“You are killing me with this slow pace, Remy. I can barely hold my shit together.” My fingers dig into his hips. “Holy fuck, this feels amazing.”

“Told you,” he brags, sinking down a little more. “I’m good. I’m… really good, actually. This feels insane.”

“Good insane?” I pull him down and lift my hips at the same time. We both groan, the room growing ten degrees hotter every second.

When Remy’s ass hits my thighs, he closes his eyes. “Fucking amazing insane. Your cock is in my ass.”

“Is it? Is that what’s happening?” I rock my hips, making him wince. “Fuck, are you okay?”

He takes over the rocking motion, nodding his forehead against mine. “Stop asking me that.” His lips press against mine. “Still gonna blow your load, or is it better now?”

“Fuck you, Remy. Ride my dick.”

Slowly, he does. And it’s a miraculous thing. Remy’s body, hard and toned and tattooed, grinding against mine, his ass constricting my cock, his lips on mine and his breath against my face. It’s so good that my feelings get invested, and instead of groping him like a heathen, I caress him like I love him.

But when Remy whispers one word against my lips, my gentle touch evaporates, and dominance takes its place. “More.”

He’s a heavy bitch, but I flip him onto his back, tug his thighs around my hips, and smirk at him. “Ready?”

His grin dares me to try.

I fuck into him hard enough that his head hits the headboard, and his moan turns guttural. Thrusting hard and fast, I start to burn with the need to possess him. Own him. Make him very aware that he’s now mine and he isn’t going anywhere. When I lean back to watch my cock pump in and out of him, that possessiveness spreads through my chest and straight to my brain, turning off my brain-to-mouth filter.

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