Page 62 of Knocked Sideways

Remy almost whined with frustration. He dropped his head back, looked Jed straight in the eye. “I will. I am. I would like you to put your hand on my dick already.”

Jed laughed then, an actual laugh, and nuzzled Remy’s cheek. “I wouldn’t’ve guessed you’d be this impatient.”

“I can be patient,” Remy insisted. “Just, like, not right now, okay? Please.”

That word seemed to do something, because Jed’s eyes flashed and he wasn’t laughing anymore. After giving Remy a long, assessing look, he slowly lowered his head and ran his tongue lightly over the sensitive skin under Remy’s ear. Remy’s whole body shuddered. He was so keyed up, he thought he might come from the touch of Jed’s mouth on his skin.

“Yes,” he whispered. “More. Please.”

“Hmm,” was all the response he got, but Jed loosened his grip on Remy a bit, enough that he could nip Remy’s ear and then press kisses along his jaw. Remy couldn’t help whimpering, couldn’t help grinding against Jed a little more. Jed stilled him again.

“Touch me, please,” Remy begged, shamelessly grinding into Jed again. He hadn’t felt this desperate in so long. Maybe ever. His clothes felt so tight, and Jed was so hot. Remy was so aroused he couldn’t think straight. He was going to die if he didn’t feel Jed’s skin against his dick.

“Hey.” Jed moved both of his big hands back to palm Remy’s ass, gripping tight again while he smoothed his nose and lips along Remy’s cheek. “We have time. You can slow down.”

“I don’t have time. I’m so damn close.”

“I’ll take care of you. But let me decide when?” Jed’s voice was so deep now, and his grip on Remy was painful. No one had ever spoken to Remy like that during sex, and he hadn’t known he wanted it. But damn, all he could think about when he managed to focus on Jed’s appraising gaze was what it would take to make Jed’s eyes soften with approval.

“Okay,” Remy said into the smooth place where Jed’s neck met his shoulder. Remy wanted to keep his lips against Jed’s skin forever. “Whatever you want. I want this to be good for you.”

“Mmm. Touching you like this is good for me.” Jed ran his hand up and down Remy’s spine. Then Jed’s lips were on his neck again, and Jed’s beard was rubbing against his cheek. It was a little bit scratchy and a little bit soft, and Remy wanted to feel it all over his body. He closed his eyes and breathed Jed in again, arched his neck to give Jed more room. Heard Jed’s sharp intake of breath.

“Jed,” he pleaded.

“I know, baby, I know. You can’t wait any longer, can you.” Jed’s low growl brought Remy to the brink. It was almost too much when, finally, Jed unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, taking Remy’s briefs down with them. He hissed when he saw Remy’s dick, which was hard and purple and leaking.

“Fuck. You are so gorgeous.” Jed was staring and not touching, and it wasn’t enough. Remy needed to feel Jed’s skin on his.

“You’re gorgeous, too.” He reached for Jed’s shirt, but Jed’s voice right up against his ear stopped him.

“I think you need to come first. You did so good, slowing down like that.” Without any more warning, Jed wrapped his big hand around Remy’s dick, smeared the precome leaking from the tip all over it, gave a few swift strokes, and it was done. Remy was burying his head in Jed’s shoulder and whimpering and thrusting up into Jed’s fist and coming as hard as he’d ever come before.

And then Jed was kissing the side of his head, murmuring, “You needed to come so bad, didn’t you.” He let Remy lean against him, practically boneless, while he wiped his hand off on the towel hanging by the sink, then wiped Remy’s stomach off and dropped the towel on the floor.

Remy rested there for a minute, plastered against Jed’s big body, breathing Jed’s scent in, mind completely empty of anything other than that felt so good and more. He needed more. He wasn’t done. He might never be done with Jed.

CHAPTER TWENTY

JED

Feeling Remy shatter in his arms was almost more than Jed could bear. He’d imagined how responsive Remy might be, but the reality was overwhelming. And now Remy was warm and heavy against him, starting to come down from his high.

“Think you can make it to the bedroom?” Jed asked, kissing Remy’s head again and trying to ignore his own erection and the ache in his balls.

He wasn’t usually one for endearments, but he had the strangest urge to call Remy sweetheart. He knew he’d let that baby slip out and wondered if Remy had been too far gone to notice.

He really couldn’t help himself in any way at all around Remy, it seemed. He hadn’t meant for anything to happen tonight, but whatever threads had been holding him back broke loose when Remy moved toward him with such bravery, like he was finally going to say what he wanted, and nothing was going to stop him this time.

“Mmm.” Remy sighed into his neck. “Give me one more second. Then I wanna touch you. Wanna make you come just like that.”

“It’s been a while since I came like that.” Maybe never, but Jed wasn’t ready to say that out loud. “I’m gonna like it however you touch me.”

“Me, too.” Remy lifted his head and smiled almost shyly. His eyes were so trusting, and damn it, he looked young, with those dark brown curls damp and stuck to his forehead. “I still want to see how fast I can make you come. Is that a problem?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a problem.” Jed couldn’t stop a swell of fondness from coming out in his voice. He liked Remy’s teasing far too much. “Except that you look like you’re ready to fall asleep on me.”

“Not if I finally get to put my hands on you.” Remy pulled back just enough to run his hand up Jed’s chest, and Jed felt himself get even harder. “I want to know, though⁠—”