Chapter 65
Chapter 65:
“I’m going to paint your ass with my cum, and you’re going to let go without being touched.” I thrust hard once, then twice. “Now…” I slapped his ass cheeks so hard that he blew his load onto the wall. I pulled out, yanked the condom off, and burst all over his ass.
“Bedroom?” I asked moments later when I turned him around to face me. We kissed, and he laughed before telling me we needed the bathroom first.
Staying in London had been a good decision. I spent time with my family, especially my sister. I kept myself busy, diving into more work and traveling for business more than I ever had before. My dad was proud of me, my little sister seemed happier than before, and my mom was content to have her children under one roof, even if only for a short time. She knew I wouldn’t stay long—she knew me too well.
And Mom was right. It didn’t take long before I found myself back in my penthouse, while my sister Rena decided to stay in London. She gave me that look when I told everyone I was leaving. My dad, on the other hand, was pleased, thinking I was going back to take over the office while he extended his stay with the rest of the family.
I thought I’d had enough of London, but deep down, I knew I needed to be myself. London had never really felt like home.
It had been six months since my breakup with Ghazi, and I’d only been back in the country for less than two months. Since returning, I’d hooked up a few times at private clubs. I still didn’t go to gay clubs, fearing that I might out myself. One of my favorite spots was Velvet Den, owned by a friend of a friend from London. Official source is ~net
I’d had a few great hookups, but my eyes always wandered to the sexy, shirtless guy behind the bar. Every time I went to Velvet Den, I hoped to catch another glimpse of the young bartender.
There was just something about him that pulled me in.
But nothing prepared me for what had just happened between us. Remy. His name was as beautiful as the man lying beside me right now.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, resting his hand on my chest after the greatest wall sex I’d ever had. He had cleaned up and was now resting on the bed.
“I’m thinking that we should rest before having sex again—this time, in the comfort of a bed. Not that the wall sex wasn’t great, but you’re so good that I think I want more to keep me satisfied and get me through the week.” Okay, I was babbling. Again. But I couldn’t help it.
fuels your imagination
Remy chuckled and dragged me down for a kiss. We were still naked, and it didn’t take long for him to get hard again. I groaned when he straddled my chest, feeding me his cock.
“Damn, Dave p>
It felt a little strange when he said my name. I had been going by Dave, not Oscar. I didn’t want any of my hookups to know who I really was. It wasn’t far from the truth, but it still felt like a lie I couldn’t shake.
Dave is short for Davenport. But I kept the name from my earlier hookups back in London, and it just stuck.
“Are you still tender? I’ll go slow this time p>
I was still feeling the burn, but I liked it. I shook my head and told him I wanted more. “Please,” I bit my lip and moaned as soon as he started making his way down. My thighs were spread, and he licked me before hooking my legs over his shoulder, treating me like I was the tastiest meal he’d ever had. “You’re so insatiable p>
He reached for the first drawer in the side table, getting the lube and a condom. He applied a generous amount, prepping me before putting on the condom, adding more lube, and positioning himself between my legs.
The burn felt so good, and it made me crave more. I parted my legs wider as Remy gently pushed inside me.