Crash Pad by Whitley Gray Page A

the giant dildo from his dream intruded. Then Remy’s warm palm teased Jamie’s nipple, yanking him back to the here and now.
    Pressure intensified against his opening, and Jamie bit his lip. It wasn’t going to work, wouldn’t fit. Remy bit down on Jamie’s earlobe. He sucked in a breath at that spark of pain. Abruptly, Remy’s cock breached the resistance.
    The ring of muscle seized and clamped down. Jamie clutched Remy’s thigh, stilling his motion. Crap . It had been a while.
    “You okay?” Remy’s voice shook.
    Swallowing hard, Jamie nodded. After a few seconds the burn receded. He loosened his grip, and Remy moved forward, pulled back, working inside a little at a time.
    “God, you feel good.” Remy gasped as he pushed all the way in. “Tight.”
    Jamie closed his eyes. So full, but a good full; the stretch was intense, along with the sensations of hardness and heat. Jamie rocked back to meet the strokes, that thick cock dragging across his sweet spot.
    Every point of contact sizzled: the smooth chest pressed to Jamie’s back, the calescent mouth kissing his nape, the muscular forearm wrapping his waist.
    Sizzle…
    “Feels so good,” Jamie whispered.
    Remy licked his shoulder, fingers trailing the underside of Jamie’s cock in a soothing caress. Jamie trembled. This was how it should be, a pleasurable give and take. No pain, no pounding until tears ran down his face. It was good. It was perfect.
    Remy’s fingers closed around Jamie’s cock, grip warm and sure. Firm sliding down, soft sliding up, and that unique twist beneath the head that sent exquisite jolts of heat surging up Jamie’s spine. Sparks must be showering between them.
    Every pump on Jamie’s cock, every thrust inside him, fed the inferno. If this kept up, Jamie’s nervous system would ignite with pleasure. Remy needed to know how sweet this was, but all Jamie could get out was, “Remy…”
    “I’ve got you.”
    Kisses rained down on Jamie’s neck as Remy moved faster, deep strokes that pegged his prostate, wringing a near sob from him. Much more and he’d be reduced to ashes. He teetered on the edge.
    “Come for me, Jamie.”
    Jamie didn’t want to come yet, didn’t want this to end. But the multitude of sensations made it impossible to hold back.
    Heat raced through Jamie like the blinding rays of a sun, melting him from the inside out. Crying out, he came in liquid pulses. After a few more hard strokes Remy buried a yell against Jamie’s shoulder and forced himself deep, shaking with his release. For a time they lay panting, breath gradually settling to normal.
    “You are amazing,” Remy whispered. Soothing kisses landed on Jamie’s neck.
    In spite of himself, Jamie smiled. No one had ever said stuff like that to him.
    Remy pulled free and nudged his face, captured his lips for a sweet kiss. “Be right back.”
    Jamie’s eyes popped open. “Where are you going?”
    “To get a towel. Stay put.” Remy slid away and headed for the bathroom. Jamie buried his face in the pillow, huddling on the bed. Was he about to be left alone again?
    Water ran, and Remy returned. “Hey. Turn over.”
    With a warm wet cloth, he wiped Jamie clean with gentle strokes and crawled up next to him. Wrapping an arm around Jamie’s waist, Remy pulled him in and kissed his nape, spooning his back. Gradually, Remy’s breathing became slow and deep, mesmerizing.
    Maybe he could have something with Remy.
    How many times have I thought that about a guy and had it fall apart? It hadn’t been that long ago that Jamie had promised himself he’d quit seeing stars every time a guy liked him. This time he’d stay independent and take care of himself.
    Jamie stared across the room, at the bars of late-afternoon sunlight breaking through the blinds. What had he done?
    Of all the stupid things … He’d promised Sarah he wouldn’t make a mistake, and he’d committed a big one. Screwing around with Remy, no matter what he’d said, no matter how