Chapter Ten

Darien

Felix had enough hands that he may as well have been half octopus. At least that was the only explanation I could come up with to explain how he’d gotten us both close to naked in such little time, with no help from me.

He lowered himself on top of me, all hard muscle and hot skin, and all I could do was cling on and let myself get swept away. His cock pressed against mine through our underwear and we slid into a grind as old as time. It was me that sought his lips as an accompaniment, Felix’s kiss possessive and demanding.

There were no half measures with this man. He was all or nothing. Black and white. Had he always been like that? Or was that what prison had done to him? Had it taught him that if he wanted something, he needed to cling on to it with all his might? Well, I wasn’t complaining. Not if this was the result .

If he thought he was going to have everything his own way, he had a shock coming. I surged up, taking him by surprise as I reversed our positions, Felix staring up at me from beneath hooded eyelids as I took him all in. He might have been shirtless when we’d been on the sofa, but I hadn’t taken the time to look. Now, I did, and there was a lot to admire. Broad pecs decorated with a smattering of hair that only accentuated his pink nipples. Bulging biceps. Abdominal muscles that most men—including me—could only dream of. A treasure trail that snaked beneath the black briefs he wore, his cock straining at the front. Bulky thighs.

Felix’s body was a work of art, and I didn’t mind worshipping at its altar. In fact, I was suddenly absurdly flattered that he wanted me. I had a good body. I took care of myself, went to the gym as much as I could with a work schedule that wasn’t the easiest or the most straightforward. But it wasn’t Felix good.

“Are you just going to stare?”

I lifted my gaze to find Felix watching me with a knowing smirk on his lips that should have made my blood boil. I’d gone past that point, though. “Did you mean what you said?”

He frowned. “Which part? You’re going to have to narrow it down.”

I smoothed my hands over his impressive pecs, my thumbs trailing over his nipples. Down further, tracing the bumps of his abdominal muscles. I didn’t stop until I’d hooked my fingers in the waistband of his briefs, toying with them, but not pulling them down. Not yet. Not until I had my answer. “When you said I could fuck you.”

A slow smile spread across Felix’s face. One that said he’d won some sort of prize. “Yeah, I meant it. Is that what you want, Darien? Want to fuck me? Want to make me groan and cry out your name? Want to make me come all over myself? ”

Every word sent a throb of desire through me. “Yeah. All of that.” Instead of pulling his briefs down, I pulled mine down to mid-thigh instead and leaned forward, my intention clear. If it was some sort of test, Felix passed with flying colors, immediately opening up when my cock tapped his lips. In this position, I was the one in charge, the one who decided how much he took and how quickly. The feeling was heady, even as I was careful to make sure he didn’t choke. Hands fastened around my hips, Felix’s stormy gray eyes meeting mine as he slid off my cock so he could speak. “Fuck my mouth.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He gave me a little shake, the gleam in his eye almost predatory. “Go on. I dare you. Or are you too worried you’ll come?”

As a challenge, it was an effective one, my ego reacting to the assumption that I had so little self-control. I braced myself over him, my hips moving. Slowly at first, and then faster when I saw that whatever I had to give, he could take. Pleasure built as I used his mouth like my personal fuck toy. So what if I came? It would be his fault for insisting this was the direction things went in. He deserved to end up with a mouth full of cum for that alone.

I closed my eyes, my fingers so tight on Felix’s skull that it had to hurt. No lover had ever let me do this before, man or woman. They’d all been more refined. Less earthy. And by god, I’d been missing out.

“So good,” I panted. “Yeah, take my cock.”

I didn’t expect an answer. How could he when Felix had his mouth full? And I was fully on board with him not stopping for a conversation. My thrusts were deep now. Deep enough that I was embedding myself in his throat, the flutter of his muscles around me only speeding up the approaching orgasm. “Yes! Yes! Yes.” There was no stopping the word from playing on a loop as an appreciation of just how much I was enjoying him deepthroating me. It seemed I’d dropped lucky and Felix had no gag reflex.

When he used his grip on my hips to still my motion, I wasn’t proud of the whimper that escaped my lips, the sound expressing my frustration at not getting my own way. I’d only needed a couple more minutes—maybe not even that—and I would have come. My eyes snapped open as Felix wriggled out of his underwear and kicked them off the bed. It served as a reminder that mine were still bunched around my thighs. I dealt with them while he reached over to the nightstand to produce a condom and lube.

That they were sitting there seemed like damning evidence of how confident he’d been in me turning up today. If I hadn’t been so lost in a haze of lust and desire, it might have annoyed me, but there was very little filtering through except for the need to take Felix up on his earlier offer to fuck him.

I reached for a condom, my cock still slick with spit as I rolled it on. Felix watched me with that same look of amusement on his face. I was going to fuck that off his face if it was the last thing I did. Let’s see how amused he was while I was deep inside him, rubbing against his prostate. I tapped his thigh, something about Felix bringing out the caveman in me. “Roll over. On your front.”

“No.” The refusal when he’d been so amenable to everything else had me searching his expression to find out what was behind it. “If you want to fuck me,” he explained, “we do it face to face. You don’t get to pretend I’m someone else.”

“That wasn’t…” I trailed off, leaving the sentence unsaid. Because could I honestly say that hadn’t been in the back of my mind, that it wouldn’t be far easier to get lost in the act without the complication of remembering who he was ?

I settled for a jerky nod, Felix lying back and watching me as my hands skimmed over his body once more. There was no underwear this time to stop me from going further, both my eyes and my hands becoming better acquainted with the hard cock pressed against his abdomen. Long and thick. Sizeable in every way it mattered. A slight curve to the left.

I wrapped a lubed hand around it, Felix groaning as I slid my fist over it, his thighs falling open. I took the open invitation, sliding my other hand down until I found the tight puckered opening between his cheeks, one finger tapping in a polite entreaty to let me in. Felix’s consent was in the way he didn’t move away, in him only continuing to watch, his eyes glazed with desire.

The first finger slid in easily, the second when it reached that point, required more of a gradual introduction. If I’d ever felt more powerful as I combined stroking Felix’s cock with fingerfucking him, I couldn’t have said when. Felix was putty in my hands as I combined internal and external stimulation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and a sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin.

I watched him closely. If I hadn’t gotten to come in his mouth, then he wasn’t going to get to come either. Not until I was balls deep in him. Then we could come together. “Another,” Felix demanded when two fingers weren’t enough for him. I obliged him, but only because that had been my intention, anyway.

I didn’t give him three for long, the need to fuck him so overwhelming that I trembled with it.

Fingering him had done its job, Felix opening to me far easier than he would have without it. I took it slow, wanting to give him pleasure rather than pain, wanting to be the best Felix Church had ever had for no other reason than male ego. I kissed him while I pushed my cock into him, my tongue foreshadowing what he could expect once he grew accustomed to me. Finally, though, I bottomed out, resting my forehead against his while I fought for control.

“You better not come,” he warned, rough palms stroking their way down my spine until they curled around my arse. “I’m expecting more from you. A lot more.”

“Yeah?” Skin to skin, sprawled over him, cock deep in a tight, hot vise, I could barely think, never mind answer a question, primal need overriding anything else.

“Fuck me.” Felix’s lips closed around my ear, the nip he delivered stinging. “Fuck me.” This time, he delivered a slap to my arse. “Fuck me.”

Unwilling to find out what punishment he might have in store next if I didn’t, I began fucking him in earnest. The sight of his magnificent body at my mercy was something to behold, my hands roaming over it to get their fill as my hips thrust.

“Deeper.”

I gave him deeper.

“Harder.”

I gave him that as well, until it felt like we were nothing but a blur, the room filling with the unmistakable sounds of sex: pants, groans, and the wet slap of body against body.

“Give it to me, Darien. Show me what you’re made of. Yes! Like that.” Felix’s hand found his cock, and he stroked in time with my thrusts, his moans coming thick and fast now. Well, I’d definitely done what I’d set out to do: there were zero signs of amusement on Felix’s face as he took my cock. Only the desire to come, which, given the speed at which he was stroking his cock, wasn’t far off. Good. Because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stave off my orgasm.

I slammed into him even harder, Felix crying out, his words unintelligible now. And then he was coming, spurts of white decorating those impressive abdominal muscles of his as I fucked him through it. My orgasm hit so hard that I forgot to breathe, leaving me gasping for air and sprawled on top of Felix when I finally catapulted back to earth. His chest was shaking when I finally disengaged myself from him and rolled off, the chuckle silent.