Milky Coffee and Office Gossip (3 page)

Remy laughed again and answered with a wink. “I wish there were more cute office guys in my life. Although my wardrobe wouldn’t like that. As for the criminals, I’m in business law. Big weapons and explosions are uncommon in that line of work, but it’s an exciting branch anyway.”

“You love your job then?” Corey prodded, curious to learn more about his sexy date.

“Oh, yes! But I don’t want to bore you with details. Let’s just say I like to win. Not only in my job,” Remy added with a deep voice. He let his gaze roam over Corey’s body like he wanted to peel him out of his clothes with his eyes. Corey battled the sudden urge to yield and allow Remy to do with him as he pleased.

“And...” Corey’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat repeatedly. Damn, he was so fucking hard in his slacks. Thank God the tablecloth hid his groin, or he’d embarrass himself. “And... do you always win?”

Remy leaned back in his chair. The lawyer leered at him, his fingers moving up and down the stem of his wineglass. It was such an erotic move, that combined with the man’s sexy grin, Corey was dangerously close to creaming his pants. Yeah, he was such a sucker for dominant men.

“Nine times out of ten,” his date said.

The server interrupted Corey’s answer, again. That was just his luck because his reply would’ve been of the unintelligent kind. Maybe a grunt, a moan, or a whimper, anything like that would have been next. Now he could concentrate on his meal in silence and watch his date from underneath his lashes. Hopefully, the little breather would help him get his brain back on track. His big brain.

“You wanted to know what I do in my free time before the server sidetracked us, didn’t you?” Remy asked after a while. “Well, I like baseball and enjoy watching it live. Plus, I work out a lot. It offers a wonderful balance to my office job. What about you, Corey?”

Huh. Sounded like Remy was an active, outdoorsy guy. Crap. “Oh. I’m as athletic as a turtle, I’m afraid. This,” he said and waved down his body. “It’s due to a fast metabolism, not sports. I’m a bookworm who likes to spend time at home or in the park when the weather is warm.” Wow. He was such an exciting fucker. Reading and sitting in the park like an eighty-year-old retiree.
Go, Corey!

“Sounds cozy,” Remy said. Most surprisingly, he sounded honest. “I rarely have time to just sit at home or enjoy some lazy time. Sad to say.”

“Maybe you work a bit too much?” Corey asked carefully, not sure how Remy would react to such a blatant approach. Remy’s expression turned thoughtful for a moment as he got a faraway look on his face. “Remy?” he prodded.

“What? Oh... yeah. Sorry. I was deep in thought for a second. I guess you could be right. Anyway, I want to be successful at my job and that costs me much of my time.”

Corey nodded. Not because he agreed, Corey thought a happy life was much more important than professional success. However, he understood where Remy was coming from. Surely he’d spent a good chunk of money on his education and longed to build up a reputation. Corey did not have a reputation, nor was he happy with his life right now. Maybe that would change now that he’d met Remy, but he refused to get his hopes up too soon.

“Do you like music?”

“Yes, I do. Don’t laugh, I enjoy musicals,” Corey admitted shyly. “I’m very, very gay, you know?”

Remy just laughed and shook his head. “All right. Musicals are not my cup of tea but I admit there are good ones.”

“What do you like then?”

“Operas and fifties Rockabilly. And no, that’s not a joke.” Remy winked.

“Sounds good! As a musical lover, I won’t judge you.” Corey’s mind was racing. Could he maybe invite Remy to a concert? That would be expensive, but Corey hadn’t spent much money over the last few months. Would Remy consider going out with him again? This dinner could be a onetime arrangement designed to get off. That thought in mind, Corey decided to wait and see where this night would lead them. However, he found himself unable to fight the attraction. Corey vowed to take whatever Remy would offer, be it a single night of passion or the prospect of something more.

“Corey? Are you still with me?”

His gaze snapped up and he focused back on the handsome man opposite him. “Yes, sorry. Just thinking about music. How is your pasta?”

“Oh, great. Want a taste?” Remy scooped up some of his pasta with mushrooms and held the fork in front of Corey’s mouth. Surprised, Corey took the morsel and hummed in appreciation when the rich taste of the sauce exploded on his tongue.

“Wow. That’s awesome. Here.” Corey offered a piece of his pizza which Remy collected directly from his fork. The hot look he shot Corey as he did so left him nearly breathless. Especially when Remy licked some sauce off his lips. Damn. Corey wanted to lean over the table and taste the man’s lips. Badly. Then he wanted to explore the rest of Remy’s muscular body with his tongue.

“Corey.” His date growled. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to forget my good manners.”

“Like what?” Corey croaked.

“Like you want to eat me alive. That’s fucking sexy, but not suitable for a restaurant. I guess we’d offend the other guests if I tossed you on the table and fucked your cute ass,” Remy murmured.

“Oh God... fuck.” Corey rested one elbow on the table, and with a groan, let his head fall into his palm. He pressed his free hand against his aching length, hoping the sting of pain would help suppressing his impending orgasm.

Remy’s next words were nearly his undoing. “Later, cutie. I live only five minutes from here, by the way.”

Looking into the man’s pale blue eyes, Corey felt his pulse speeding up and shivers racing through his body. Remy wanted to have sex with him?
Well, duh. Of course, you dumbass.

Hot damn, he’d dreamed of getting laid again. After Richard, his head had been too fucked up to give it a try. Now there was this gorgeous man who didn’t hesitate to voice his wish to fuck Corey through the mattress. Corey, like every other self-respecting gay man in his early twenties, said, “Hell, yeah.”

Remy’s answering grin looked predatory, his eyes gleaming with desire and an energy that promised one hell of a night.

Corey’s ass clenched in anticipation. He knew he’d just offered himself as prey but that was fine with him. Very fine, indeed, Corey thought as he let his gaze travel over Remy’s strong body. Seemed like his date would treat him to a wild night.

Remy closed the door to his apartment behind them, grabbed Corey, and pinned the slender man against the wooden surface. Corey gasped, his eyes wide and pupils big and black as the night. Before the man could object to the manhandling, Remy closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Corey’s.

He tasted like the coffee they’d had before leaving the restaurant, and the slice of caramel cake he’d nibbled on as dessert. It was an addicting sweetness Remy couldn’t resist. Pushing his tongue into the other man’s hot mouth, he moaned at the heady taste. He needed more. Much more.

Remy wound his arms around Corey’s thin waist and lifted the man up. Corey’s legs immediately wrapped around Remy’s hips and held on tight. Then the man began to wriggle and rub the slender prick throbbing behind his fly against Remy’s abs. Two hands carded through Remy’s black hair before grabbing the strands and holding his head to deepen the kiss.

Who would’ve thought Corey was such a little firecracker? What a pleasant surprise. Placing both hands under the cutest, tightest ass he’d seen and felt in a long time, he strode through his apartment and entered his bedroom. There he let Corey fall onto his bed where the little guy bounced on the mattress.

“Undress, baby,” he demanded while he started stripping off his own clothes. Corey scrabbled to obey, yanking at his shirt and slacks. With every inch of creamy, smooth skin the man revealed, Remy’s cock got harder.

Corey was a beautiful man. Slender but with enough muscle definition to give him a lovely body Remy could spend hours playing with. Oh, would he play.

When Corey shimmied his slacks down his hips and legs, Remy bent down and yanked at the fabric. Together they got rid of Corey’s shoes, socks and slacks till the man lay naked, flushed, and panting on his bed. Corey nibbled his full bottom lip, watching him from beneath his lashes. His gaze roamed Remy’s crotch.

“Want something, Corey? Come here and help me with the rest,” Remy said and waved at his suit pants.

Corey rolled and crawled across the comforter, his ass up in the air. Remy couldn’t wait to touch, kiss, lick, and swat it. First though...

When his soon-to-be lover opened his pants with trembling fingers, Remy wondered how long exactly had it been since Corey last had sex. Then Corey’s fingers curled under the waistband of his boxers, peeled them down with his pants, and all thoughts fled his mind. He didn’t care about much, but feeling Corey’s pouty lips wrapped around his hard, leaking cock right now.

Corey didn’t disappoint. As soon as he freed Remy from the confines of his boxers, the man gasped and wrapped his hand around the thick length.

“Damn, wow. You’re hung,” Corey whispered.

Remy laughed huskily and pushed his hand through the soft curls on top of Corey’s head. “I’m sure you can handle it, baby. Suck me. Show me what those blowjob lips can do.”

Corey’s breath hitched and his big green eyes looked up at him. What a pretty sight. Remy tightened his grip in the man’s hair and pulled him forward. Corey’s pink tongue poked out, brushing over the tip of Remy’s cock and collecting the moisture pooling there. A shudder worked through his whole body when the cool air of his bedroom met his now wet skin.

“Yeah, more...”

Corey sucked the head into his mouth, massaging it with his agile tongue and paying special attention to the bundle of nerves under the cap. Remy groaned, and unable to hold back, pushed forward.

His lover let out a little whimper, didn’t back up though. One of his slender hands came to rest on Remy’s hips while the other snuck between Remy’s legs, cupped his balls, and rolled them gently.

“God, you’re wickedly talented,” he rasped as Corey began to suck him in earnest. Remy didn’t care that the younger man couldn’t take the whole length. Although the tight suction of Corey’s talented mouth felt like heaven, it was the look of bliss on the man’s face and his glazed green eyes that brought Remy dangerously close to the edge. He’d never felt like that before. The fact Corey enjoyed himself so much was a huge boost for Remy. Corey didn’t even touch himself. His whole focus was trained on Remy.

Before he came down Corey’s throat, he fisted the man’s hair and pulled him off his now spit-slicked erection. Corey mewled, his fingers twitching at Remy’s hip. He just couldn’t resist those puffy lips and leaned down to steal a kiss. Remy tasted himself and Corey, a heady combination. When Corey’s hand snuck up to curl around Remy’s prick once again, he quickly grabbed the man’s slender wrist to stop him.

“No, baby. If you touch me I’ll come.”

Corey’s smile did funny things to Remy’s belly. How the man managed to look equally coy and shy was beyond him, but Corey pulled it off. Unbelievable. “I thought that was the purpose of a blowjob,” Corey replied cockily. The little brat.

Remy pecked his lover’s lips again and grinned. “Yes, it is. I plan to come in your ass though. If you don’t agree, you better tell me now.”

Corey groaned, then nipped Remy’s lip. “Take me, please! I... I need—” The rest of his sentence died in a squeak when Remy pushed him back onto the bed, then flipped him over onto his stomach. Corey looked over his shoulder, puffing his bangs out of his face. His eyes were wide with surprise as well as arousal.

Remy shrugged one shoulder, and stroked his hand down Corey’s spine. “Just doing what you said. I’m going to take you. However, only once you’re begging me. I know exactly what you need,” he whispered.

A visible shudder rocked Corey’s body. He panted through his puffy red lips. “Begging?”

“Oh yes.” Remy grabbed Corey’s hips, then pulled him up onto his knees. His lover moaned, rested his head onto his folded arms and wriggled his butt. That was all the permission Remy needed.

He cradled Corey’s ass with his hips and draped himself over the man’s slender back. Then he pressed openmouthed kisses to his lover’s nape. Corey’s skin tasted sweet and salty at the same time and Remy swiped his tongue along his neck to collect more of the wonderful taste. Little mewls and panted breaths left Corey’s mouth, attesting to his enjoyment. When Remy started rubbing his hard cock against Corey’s smooth balls, the noises morphed into loud, wanton moans.

“Please...”

Remy delivered a teasing nip to Corey’s shoulder and drawled, “All in good time, baby. When I’m through with you, you’ll be a pliant, satisfied puddle of bliss.”

“Oh, fuck,” Corey gasped and pushed his ass back against Remy’s groin. They both groaned at the sensation. Remy wrapped one arm around Corey and stroked the man’s flat belly and chest, liking the slightly defined pecs, till he found one already beaded nipple. He circled the little nub with the tip of his finger. Corey shivered and kept rocking while moaning up a storm. Ah! Hot spot.

“Those are sensitive, huh? Think I could get you off only by playing with them?” Remy asked and pinched one nipple.

His lover yelled and threw his head back. The move brushed his silky hair against Remy’s face. Nuzzling his nose between the strands, Remy breathed deeply. Damn, the man smelled good. Like lemongrass? Briefly, Remy wondered what it’d be like to smell this scent in the morning, clinging to his pillows and blankets. A silly thought. He hadn’t spent the whole night with his casual hookups in years. No need to start now.

Remy forcefully pushed those thoughts away. Far away. Instead, he focused on his lover. Corey was so sweet in his need. He gave so openly and held nothing back. It was refreshing and so different from his usual experiences with men. Pressing kiss after kiss to the little bumps of Corey’s spine, Remy worked his way down the man’s back.