Page 9 of Havoc
Leaning up, Remy grabbed his hip with his free hand and began to fuck him faster, brushing at his prostate each time. Lawrence tightened around him, and Remy moaned as his eyes stared into the other man’s.
“Please. Remy, please,” Lawrence pleaded, and Remy angled his hips, hitting his prostate differently. It was only a moment later that Lawrence was cumming between them.
“Shit,” he moaned out as squirt after squirt of cum left his body.
Remy continued to fuck him, only slowing his pace and then finally stopping when Lawrence finished cumming. Slowly, he pulled his dick from him before grabbing the other man andflipping him back over onto his knees. He made sure the pillow was under his stomach before pushing the younger man’s face into the bed and sliding back inside.
He wasted no time in starting to fuck Lawrence. He wanted the other man hard because he had planned on making him cum again in every position he put him in.
Lawrence said it once, and he was repeating it. Remy was the fucking devil. He had to be. There was no other way to explain it. No other way for Lawrence to account for how his body was reacting, responding to Remy. He’d fucked him in four different positions so far, and he’d made him cum in all of them. Lawrence wasn’t sure if he’d be able to cum again in this fifth position.
Remy had cum twice since he’d started fucking him, and each time, he’d taken off the spent condom, slid another one on, added some lube to it, and was once again fucking Lawrence in a matter of a couple of minutes. He had to be a demon, at least, because Lawrence was positive that no mortal man would still be as hard as Remy was.
Even Lawrence was only semi-hard at this point, and he was sure he would probably be shooting blanks the next time he came. He would be dead to the world when they finished. He knew he would because he was already becoming exhausted.
A sting to his left ass cheek had him moaning and gasping at almost the same time. Fingers gripped his short curls, and he felt Remy press his chest to his back, his lips to Lawrence’s ear.
“I told you to watch,” he said. That baritone felt as if it was caressing Lawrence, flowing through him. His head was pulled back as Remy delivered another smack to his ass, and Lawrence locked eyes with him in the mirror he was being fucked in front of. “Which means you should do what?” Remy questioned, punctuating it with a hard thrust that Lawrence was sure would have sent him off the other man’s dick if it weren’t for the hand on his hip.
“Fuck, Remy. Watch. Which means I should watch,” Lawrence responded.
Remy smirked at him through the mirror, and fuck if he was not turned on and discombobulated at the same time. His suspicions had been correct. Remy’s everyday demeanor, or at least the one Lawrence had met him in, was a dire difference from how he was in the bedroom.
His bedroom demeanor was still calm, but he was also in utter control and didn’t even use words most of the time. He simply exuded that energy. Lawrence had found himself responding to looks, gestures, and a squeeze around his neck the same way he figured he would if the other man had spoken what he wanted.
And fuck, when he did speak, did tell Lawrence what he wanted; Lawrence could swear he felt it in his knees, the way they wanted to give out, over his whole body, the way the words seemed to caress him. That didn’t happen to him. He was used to eliciting the reactions, not the one having them.
Lawrence stared into Remy’s eyes through the mirror as the other man fucked him from behind. Those intense brown eyes held Lawrence’s hostage. A part of Lawrence wanted to look away for two different reasons. One was because those eyes were commanding him, making him submit, be submissive. The other was because even though this feeling of being dominated was new to Lawrence, Remy’s reactions to being disobeyed caused his stomach to tighten—his pleasure to build.
Before he could think much more about it, Lawrence’s eyes fluttered closed from the thrust he’d just received. Remy’s dick hit that nerve deep inside of him, and Lawrence couldn’t help but allow his eyes to close briefly.
However, that was just long enough for Remy, and the other man grabbed the base of his dick, holding on to the condom as he pulled out. Lawrence watched through the mirror as Remy smacked his ass before grabbing the back of his neck.
“On your knees,” Remy demanded, and the slight pressure on the back of Lawrence’s neck left no room for arguing. Not that he was going to.
Lawrence sank to his knees, and Remy did the same behind him. His hand came around to tilt his chin up, and they looked at each other again through the mirror.
“You want to cum for me again, right baby?” Remy questioned, pulling a groan from Lawrence as he pushed in.
“Yes. I want to cum for you again.”What the hell?Lawrence was coming to realize his body, more specifically, his dick was responding to whatever Remy said to him.
“Then be good for me.” Remy pulled out before thrusting back in. “And do as I fucking tell you to.” Again, he pulled out and pushed forward. Lawrence’s ass bounced off Remy’s hips.
Remy’s hand slid from Lawrence’s chin to his neck and gripped it as his other hand came up and grabbed his hair. He didn’t wait for a response, and Lawrence knew he hadn’t expected one because it was a command, not a suggestion.
As Remy began to fuck him faster and harder, all Lawrence was able to do was enjoy what he was feeling and go along for the ride. The other man dictated Lawrence’s movements with the hand in his hair, around his throat, and even the impact of his own hips.
Lawrence released moan after moan, broken now and then by gasps from an arduous thrust or Remy’s name tumbling from his lips. However, he kept his eyes locked to the mirror the entire time. Watching the way Remy fucked him, used him because it was precisely what was happening.
Lawrence was being used in a way that almost seemed polite, and it served to add to how erotic the entire situation was. How new it was to him. It wasn’t something he thought he’d like until he was under Remy, allowing the other man to take control.
It wasn’t long before he felt himself beginning to tighten around Remy, squeezing him. His heartbeat was starting to become erratic, and even though he wasn’t fully hard, he felt his balls tighten and an orgasm building. Lawrence knew he’d be cumming any minute.
Remy brushed against his prostate, and he moaned out his name.
“Fuck Remy. Right there,’” he pleaded, though he knew he didn’t have to because Remy would abuse that spot until he came untouched.
“That’s it, baby. Tighten around my dick. Let me feel you squeeze it.”
