Page 63 of Havoc
“You plan on teasing me all night?” Lawrence questioned.
Remy kissed his way up his stomach, circling his tongue around one of his nipples before licking up the column of his neck. “Not at all, baby. Since you’ve decided to jam-pack our day tomorrow, I wouldn’t dream of keeping you up all night.” He nipped his lower lip.
“I don’t think that’s ever stopped you before,” Lawrence responded as Remy reached over to grab the lube.
He chuckled. “True, but I can’t have you too sore tomorrow.” He popped the top of the lube and poured some on his dick before closing the bottle and tossing it aside. “So I’m not going to tease you,” he responded, stroking his dick. “But you aren’t cumming unless it’s from my dick.”
Lawrence’s dick twitched in response to Remy’s words. It always did when he told him what to do and what would happen in the bedroom. He also knew Remy could easily make him cum on his dick. It was usually the way he came, more often than not.
He could feel him at his entrance, and Lawrence wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down into a brief kiss.
“If you want me to cum from your dick, then you’ll have to make me.”
“Don’t I always?”
Before Lawrence could respond, Remy was pushing in, stretching him open on his dick, and all he could do was moan against his lips as he was given soft kisses. When Remy was seated entirely, he pulled away from the kiss.
“You feel that, baby? You feel how well you always take me?”
“Yes, baby…nng,” Lawrence broke off with a moan as Remy ground into him.
“You’re always so warm and tight around me.” He pulled out, snapping his hips and thrusting back in. “Like you’re trying to milk every ounce of cum out of me.” Another thrust. “Is that what you’re trying to do, baby?”
Lawrence couldn’t answer as Remy jutted his hips again and gave him another sharp thrust. All he could do was moan as his prostate was brushed against. Remy ran his tongue along Lawrence’s lips.
“Answer me,” he demanded, giving him another hard thrust.
Lawrence wanted to ask him how he expected him to answer when every time he asked him a question, he snapped his hips and buried himself deep, when each thrust rendered him damn near speechless.
“Yes.” He was barely able to manage after a few seconds of concentration.
Remy hummed, hiking Lawrence’s left leg over his waist. He slipped his hand under him, gripped his ass cheek before sliding his other arm under him to hook over his shoulder.
“Then I guess I should make you cum before you drain me dry.”
He pulled out until only the head remained, snapping his hips and burying his dick as deep as he could. The moan Lawrence released was nothing short of pornographic, and he wondered if Remy’s neighbors could hear him. Wondered how often they heard him, and he knew they were probably sick of being able to, but that was a them problem. Even if he wanted to, and he’d tried as a way to spite his boyfriend once, he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.
The way Remy fucked him and abused his prostate, he knew he was trying to make him cum, and Lawrence wasn’t far from it. Every delicious slide of his boyfriend's dick sent him closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Take my dick. Every single inch,” Remy goaded as his fingers bit into Lawrence’s ass cheek, and he pulled him down to meet each thrust.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been getting dicked down. Time was irrelevant, the way it always was when he was being fucked, being given indescribable pleasure. It could have been ten minutes or thirty seconds for all he knew, but he felt his balls swell, his orgasm on the brink from the astounding abuse his prostate was receiving.
“Babe,” Lawrence moaned.
“I feel you. Cum for me.”
It only took a few more thrusts, and his orgasm hit him like a train. His cum landed on both their chests as his dick bobbed with each of Remy’s thrusts. He was fucked through it, and instead of slowing down when the last drop left him, Remy sped up, his thrusts harder. The sound of skin slapping together permeated the room, and Lawrence squirmed with sensitivity.
“Remy,” he whimpered.
“I know, baby, but you can take it for me, and then I’m going to cum in this warm, tight little hole.”
His words made Lawrence’s dick try to twitch in its flaccid state, made his hole tighten, and the deep moan he received from Remy in return was music to his ears. He could tell by the way he fucked him he was close to cumming.
“Then do it. Let me feel you cum in me.” Lawrence pulled him down, their lips brushing, Remy’s beard tickling his chin. “Don’t you want to fill me up?” he whispered.
“Shit,” Remy groaned against his lips, and four more thrusts had him balls deep as he emptied them into Lawrence.
