Chapter Fourteen

Darien

I let the string of realizations wash over me as I stood over the sink I’d just filled with soapy water. Felix Church was in my spare room. I’d brought a client home. And not just any client, but one I’d been sleeping with. I tried to think logically about what other options I’d had. Leave him in the park? If I had, he’d have been homeless and soaked to the skin by now. Drop him off at a hotel knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before that too went to shit?

I did the dishes, hoping the mundane task would help to center me. It didn’t have to be a big deal unless I turned it into one. He was sleeping in my spare room for one night. So what? It wasn’t exactly a hanging offence.

Dishes done, I gave the living room a quick tidy and then placed the spare key on the table, just as I’d promised. I reached for a piece of paper and a pen, but stalled over what I was supposed to write. Here’s the key? Pretty damn unnecessary. Felix had eyes; he could see it was a key. Should I warn him about keeping a low profile with my neighbors? If he hadn’t learned that from today’s events, then there was no hope for him. I settled for leaving the key on a blank piece of paper and signing my name beneath it.

The thin band of light under the spare room door told me he was still awake when I reached the top of the stairs. My new houseguest stayed in the back of my mind as I got ready for bed. I kept him there, refusing to think about the thin wall separating us. After an hour in bed without sleep, I gave up on not thinking about him. Was he asleep? Did he sleep naked? What if he was just as awake as I was and lying there thinking about me?

Heaving myself to a seated position, I switched the lamp on and stared at the wall. Since I didn’t have x-ray vision, I couldn’t see anything except for the usual plaster and the magnolia paint I’d applied with Hayden’s help. There was no denying it any longer. I wanted to go in there. I wanted to feel that same dizzying desire that I’d felt the other times we’d been intimate. Wanted it. Needed it. Could almost taste it. Taste him.

It was a matter of seconds to swing my feet out of bed. A few more had me standing outside the spare room, lamplight still spilling from under the door. My breathing was rapid, reminiscent of a naughty child sneaking downstairs to feel the Christmas presents when they know they shouldn’t. I hadn’t done anything yet. There was still time to reverse my steps, to return to bed. You already had sex twice. What’s one more time? What does it matter where it takes place? His mother’s house. Your house. There are no levels of wrong, just wrong. And you’ve already overstepped that mark .

As if to prove I didn’t need to listen to the devil on my shoulder, I took a step back. That’s when the door opened, Felix’s broad shoulders filling the doorway and my mind short-circuiting at all the bare skin on offer, clad as he was in just a pair of white briefs. Bare skin. Muscle. Everything about him so masculine it hurt. Fucking him suddenly seemed like an adolescent dream I’d conjured up rather than something that had actually happened.

“I heard you outside the door,” Felix said.

“I was…” I could hardly say I was heading to the bathroom. Not when that door lay between my bedroom and this room and I’d already passed it.

“You don’t have to explain yourself in your own house.”

No, I didn’t. But neither did I want to come across as some sort of creeper who invited people to stay in my spare room and then hung about outside it in the dead of night. “Did I wake you?”

Felix shook his head. “No. I was awake. I was lying there thinking about you.”

“Yeah?” My voice sounded throaty, like someone had filled my esophagus with gravel.

“I was trying to pluck up the courage to come and knock on your door.”

“You’ve never struck me as a man who lacks courage.”

Felix gave a little laugh. “It seemed a very complicated thing.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was making a move out of gratitude.” His gaze strayed over my body as he said it, making me aware that, just like him, I only wore underwear.

“You’re not grateful?” I barely knew what I was saying, all my blood having relocated to my cock, Felix no doubt having noticed I was getting hard .

“I’m extremely grateful, but it has no bearing on me wanting to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you before that. If you changed your mind and threw me out on the street tonight, I’d still want to fuck you.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorjamb, the slight smile on his face making him look more like the Felix I was used to seeing. “That’s why you’re here, right?”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of frozen silence after my admission, both of us staring at the other. And then I lunged at him, my mouth colliding with his as I drove him backward, instinct telling me the spare room bed was closer. We tumbled back onto it, the sheets still warm from where Felix had been lying moments before. I devoured Felix’s mouth, and he met my kisses with equal fervor. Why this man? There was a simple answer. Why not? Lust was about chemistry, not logic. No matter what he’d done in his past, I wanted him. Whether he was guilty or innocent. Even if he was my client and this was wrong.

Felix’s groan said he’d sensed my moment of mental surrender. Because that’s what it was. It was the point at which I recognized that tonight wouldn’t be it for us, that there was more to come, that only him calling it quits would put a stop to this, because my flesh was weak, and I certainly couldn’t.

Tearing my mouth from his, I eased myself into a seated position, hands braced against his chest as I straddled his hips. He stared up at me, pupils dilated with desire, chest rising and falling rapidly, and cheeks flushed. He was the fucking wet dream I’d never known I had.

Something flickered in his expression, something I suspected might have been vulnerability if he’d let it go that far before wresting it back under control. “What?”

A sudden sense of euphoria had me smiling, the release of freeing myself from my mental shackles liberating. “Just taking a moment to admire the view.” He shifted slightly beneath me, the hard cock constrained by his underwear pressing against me in a promise of what it could deliver. “You said you were versatile, right?”

His nod was slow, the hitch in his breathing telling me he liked that idea, that he liked it a lot. Fingers lifted to palm my cock through my underwear. They traced the length of me, exploring and caressing, a damp patch appearing on the front of my briefs from the stimulation. “I’d love to fuck you.” Felix’s voice was hoarse, but no less seductive for it. Not that he needed to seduce when he already had me.

I leaned forward, rubbing myself against his palm, the fabric of my underwear both extra stimulation and a barrier to the fingers I wanted wrapped around it. “Tell me you packed condoms.” I had some back in my room, but those meters felt like miles.

“Front pocket of my bag,” Felix said. “I can…” But I was already off the bed and helping myself. The condoms and lube didn’t take long to locate in the pocket where he’d said they’d be. And then I was back on the bed, Felix’s hands quickly divesting me of my underwear before rolling me onto my back. Desire glittered in his stormy gray eyes as he kissed his way down my body, the journey to my cock seeming to take an age as he teased and tormented. White lights danced behind my eyes when he finally slid his mouth over my cock and proved how talented his lips and tongue could be.

When I tried to push him off, he held me there, driving me right to the brink of orgasm with hot, wet suction before finally relinquishing my swollen organ with an audible pop. He wasn’t done, though, the brief respite only long enough for Felix to lube up his fingers, and then he was back, mouth once more sliding over my cock as he circled my hole before easing a finger into me. “Jesus… shit… Christ!”

One finger became two. The struggle not to come becoming all too real as I dealt with not only the suction on my cock, but the rub of fingers on my prostate. The world had narrowed down to a single point. Or two, if you wanted to be pedantic. “Going to come,” I gasped. Felix seemed to know just when I’d reached my breaking point, driving me to the brink once more before he eased back, fingers still inside me but not rubbing, mouth pulling off my cock altogether. And then he’d start up again, until I was a begging, pleading mess who knew nothing except for how much I needed to come.

He looked pretty damn pleased with himself when he eventually withdrew his fingers. “You look absolutely wrecked,” he commented as he rolled a condom on and applied lube.

I felt wrecked. Sweat glistened on my skin and pre-cum had pooled on my abdomen, my cock leaking copious amounts from the stimulation of my prostate. I lay with my thighs hitched up, completely open to his gaze, responding to Felix too much of an effort. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to expect me to. Possibly because he was already pushing my thighs up higher and positioning himself between them. “You have a very sensitive prostate.”

What did you say to a comment like that? Thank you seemed to fall short. If there was a book out there about the proper etiquette for responding to compliments about your prostate, I hadn’t read it. And then there was a large, sheathed cock pressing against my hole.

“Breathe,” Felix said as he pushed forward and breached me. It was good advice, the stretch considerable despite the prolonged bout of fingering and how aroused I was. When Felix leaned forward and sealed his mouth to mine, I was happy for the distraction, my body gradually growing accustomed to the thick cock as he introduced more until he bottomed out.

He sat back, his gaze trailing over my flushed chest and leaking cock before settling on the place where we joined. “Look at you,” he said, his tone one of wonder as he stroked his hands along my thighs. “All stretched round me. This was how I dreamed about seeing you the first time we met.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a smug grin. “You were doing your best to be professional, and I was thinking about how you’d look impaled on my cock.”

“Is it everything you imagined?”

“Oh, I could never have imagined it being as beautiful as this.” He finger walked his way to my cock, one hand wrapping around it to give it a couple of pumps that had more pre-cum oozing from the tip. He captured some on his fingers and brought it to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste it. “Are you ready?”

My answer was in the restless shift of my hips, Felix smiling at the motion. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. Just as good as you fucked me.”

I might have made a quip about the endearment that had slipped from his lips. Or maybe a comment about how I’d enjoyed every minute, but all rational thought fled as Felix used that powerful body of his to deliver a thrust that immediately had my nerve endings sitting up and taking notice.

He was an attentive lover, his gaze fixed on my face to gauge exactly how I liked it as he set about fucking me. And I was grateful for it, my body responding as he delivered deep thrust after deep thrust, my already sensitized prostate lapping it up. I was liquid in his arms. Nothing but a willing hole that needed to be filled. There was no PO and client in this room. There were just two men who fitted together perfectly, no matter which one of them was doing the fucking.

Sometimes we kissed, but mostly I just rode the wave of Felix driving me toward orgasm, already knowing that when it came, it would be everything. Words spilled from my lips. Some of them epithets. Some of them praise. Some of them entreaties. All, though, reflected just how out of my head I was, nothing mattering except Felix fucking me.

When Felix pushed my knees to my shoulders and found a new level of deep, I gave in to stroking my cock, unable to hold off any longer. It only took a few strokes, the orgasm starting at my toes and rushing through my body like wildfire, just as intense as I’d known it would be. I might have screamed. If I did, Felix swallowed it with a hard kiss that spoke of a thousand emotions: possession; satisfaction; and pride that he’d driven me to it.

He ripped his mouth away while he continued to fuck me, his breathing ragged. “Yeah, come,” I urged, needing him to fall apart like I had. “Fill that condom.”

One last thrust and then he buried himself deep. I held him tight while he shuddered his release, my fingers stroking along the length of his sweaty back. His weight should have bothered me as he lay prone with his face buried in my neck, but it didn’t. The closeness was kind of nice. Far nicer than him rolling off me within seconds. It could only last so long, though, before the condom required his attention.

Even with his cock shrinking, withdrawal pulled a gasp from my lips, Felix offering me a look of apology before getting out of bed to get rid of the condom. He was back within seconds, sweat still glistening on his skin as he passed over a wad of tissues. I wiped my stomach before moving over, our impromptu tumble on the bed having landed us right in the middle of it.

Common sense said that I should return to my room, but as Felix climbed back into bed and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist to pull me against him, common sense didn’t get a look in. There was no harm in a nap first.