Page 78 of Havoc
“Bossy,” Remy countered but complied nonetheless.
He gave his boyfriend what he was asking for, putting more force behind each of his thrusts, and reached up with his free hand to pinch Lawrence’s nipple. Remy watched the changes in his body and knew he was close to cumming.
“You always take me so well,” Remy stated, tweaking his nipple again on another thrust. “Like such a good boy.”
“Fuck, Remy. I’m so close. Make me cum.”
It seemed his boyfriend had realized Remy planned on giving him everything he wanted that night and was taking advantage of it. He did his best not to chuckle, but what did Lawrence think? It was their birthday, they were celebrating, and he would indulge him in whatever he wanted in the bedroom.
Three more thrusts had Lawrence cumming, spurts shooting onto his stomach. Remy fucked him through it, stopping only when his boyfriend finished cumming. Lawrence dropped his legs, and Remy removed his arm from under him. He shifted his hips, and the other man gasped, gripping his biceps.
“Wait, baby. Give me a minute.”
Remy ran his hand over the plain of Lawrence’s stomach. “Too much?”
“A little more sensitive than usual.”
“You know I’m never in a hurry. I can wait until you’re not.”
“Mm…you could give me my present while we wait.”
Remy raised a brow. “You asked me not to pull out.” He glanced at where he’d placed it in the bedside table while Lawrence was in the shower. He shifted them, pulling a gasp from Lawrence, and retrieved the box from the drawer.
He handed him the box after a momentary hesitation. He contemplated giving it to him while he was balls deep, but it wasn’t necessarily a romantic gift. He pinched his nipple and pulled out at the same time. Hoping the top stimulation would dampen the sensation of him pulling out.
Remy handed him the box, and Lawrence sat against the headboard. He watched him open it.
“Is this the key card to your elevator and condo?”
“It is. That way, you can come over whenever you want, whether I’m there or not.”
Lawrence leaned over and gave him a soft kiss. “Thank you, baby. This is the perfect birthday gift.”
Remy moved to sit against the headboard and pulled Lawrence to straddle him. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, taking the box from him and putting it on the bedside table. “Now, ride this dick and show me how much.”
30
Remy sat in the waiting room with the other men participating in the auction. They’d been informed of the order they were going in, and he was surprised to find that Gale had placed the five of them last. He supposed it was so the single men could be bid on seriously before whatever shenanigans went on. He hadn’t been at the previous two auctions, but he’d heard about the back and forth that playfully took place the prior year and then not so playfully between Kieran and Wayne.
They still had thirty minutes left until it started, and while he’d agreed to participate because the earnings always went to charity, he was ready for it to be over with. When he won, his boyfriend had planned a night out for them, and Remy was ready to spend time with him. They hadn’t seen each other for over a week until he’d picked Lawrence up that evening due to work and him working a rare weekend.
He wasn’t too surprised. Cayman Industries was always busy at the beginning and end of the year. Remy typically didn’t take any time off during the first two months of the year because of it, but he’d done so to celebrate his and Lawrence’s birthdays, and while those two days didn’t put him far behind, he knew it would seem like it with how much work they were doing.
To his dismay, Lawrence had only used the key he’d given him twice, and it was when Remy was home. Sure, he could have pointed out that he wanted him to use it, but he didn’t want to push. He was sure he would when he was ready.
“Did Alijah cap what she was willing to bid?” Nik asked.
“You know she did,” Kieran responded. “I take it Chayse did also.”
“She did.”
“I’m sure they all did, but they may not be able to stick to it,” Cruz stated.
“If someone bids over what they capped, they have to bid more,” Paetyn supplied.
“They don’t technically have to,” Remy informed. “But we all know they don’t share well and won’t lose.” He paused. “Well, Alijah might.” He smirked at Kieran, and the other man flipped him the bird.
“She talks a good game but isn’t letting anyone else have me.”
