Chapter 67
Chapter 67:
It was a nice gesture, and I smiled after sipping my first coffee of the day. A few minutes later, I excused myself to use the bathroom before we dug into the pancakes he’d made while claiming he was bored.
“Wow, these are good,” I said, impressed. “So, tell me, how are you still single p>
It was my turn to tease him. He laughed and told me that he enjoyed being single.
“But yeah, I’ve been heartbroken,” Remy said between bites, “Been there, done that. And I’ve got the pancake skills to prove it p>
“Yeah, I’m glad I got to know you,” I replied. “So, you’re off today. What do you usually do when there’s no guy in your bed p>
“Jerk off?” he said, laughing.
I laughed, almost choking on a bite of pancake. “Well, maybe I can help you out?” Read full story at
“Now we’re talking sexy,” he grinned, putting the breakfast tray aside before flopping back onto the bed with me.
I laughed, and we started kissing as if we hadn’t spent the whole night getting frisky.
The laughter soon turned into moans, and his sweatpants dropped to the floor. We rubbed our cocks together, tasting the coffee on each other’s lips.
“You really do look good in the morning light,” he said, making me smile wider as I tried not to swoon at his words. Single. Remy likes being single. It was hard to forget that after the morning coffee and pancakes, but I still tried to let go of the overrated feelings and just enjoy the sweet, sexy moments he was offering.
He ended up fucking me slowly, just like he said he would. Hours later, we shattered in each other’s embrace. He held me close, and it felt so damn good. I hadn’t felt this way in so long.
Not since I was with Ghazi.
Single. He likes being single. And I should too. Live in the moment. Maybe Remy could teach me how.
“As fun as it is to go on these sex binges with you, I need a break. Jeez, boss, way to pop your six-month cherry of being the grumpy single man after your breakup. But seriously, it’s late. I need to head back,” Zal finished off his drink. Contrary to his words, though, he asked the bartender for a refill.
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Zal and I had been hopping between clubs. We started at the kink club and played around with Florian and the boys. But somehow, I still couldn’t shake the itch for more.
“I’m not on a binge. I just realized that I need to forget about Oscar. I need to convince myself that ending things between us was the right choice. He’s safe and happy in London with his family p>
There was a look on Zal’s face that made my insides stir. I hated that he knew me too well.
“I know he’s back,” I said, correcting myself, “I meant was. Damn it, Zal, why do you think I’m doing this? I need to get him out of my head p>
“You’ve got it bad, cuz,” Zal shook his head and gave me a supportive slap on the shoulder.
“Fuck, you know it as well as I do. Didn’t we torture enough enemies to rid ourselves of my frustration? Now, I just need to fuck these feelings out.” I told him as I scanned the room for a sexy guy to do just that.
Zal sighed and grabbed another glass, drinking the amber liquid slowly. “Let’s go down and hit the dance floor. I need to see more faces. We need to get you some ass p>
I was restless. We’d been there for an hour, and it was already our third day of fuck-and-release. Zal was obviously bored already and was too eager to head home. But I needed just one more fuck to get me through the week.
“Look, there, that sexy guy in the white see-through shirt and jeans. He’s hot. Oh wait, there are two of them.” I pointed, and Zal laughed when he saw one of them dancing with another man but still flirting with others.