18. Chapter 18

Chapter eighteen

F elix kissed me then, and it was different than before.

It was like the distance that had been between us had finally fallen away.

He was here.

Present.

My greatest gift of all.

I grabbed his ass in both hands, hefting him up and shoving him into the wall in one swift movement. His legs tangled around my hips, our cocks aligning at the same time our mouths met and I—fuck. Fuck.

I didn't even care that I had to hunch to reach.

Because he was a cool, solid weight in my arms. He felt like heaven, his body quaking against mine as I scrambled at his clothing, struggling to free him from its confines. Felix tried to help, but he was too busy biting a trail down the side of my neck to be anything but a hindrance. He worried the skin there, his sharp teeth threatening to break through—almost on purpose, it seemed. Meanwhile, I was actually productive, and managed to get the buttons undone on both of our pants.

"Bed?" Felix gasped out, his breath fanning along my neck, his spit slick as he pulled off with a wet little sound.

"Bed," I agreed.

As fun as rutting against him in the hallway was, I wasn't about to lose my virginity there. I deserved a bed, not rug burn, thank you very much.

I didn't let Felix down.

I didn't think he'd let me, even if I wanted to. He clung to me like the gremlin he was, kissing and sucking at my neck the entire time I struggled us up the stairs.

"Why the hell is your bedroom on the top floor?" I complained, out of breath by the second landing.

Felix laughed but didn't answer. He did lap at the sweat on my neck though—and that was… mmmm distracting.

When we got to his room, I was forced to struggle with the handle before pushing inside. It was just as I remembered it. Telescope in the corner. Wisteria hanging from the ceiling. Movie posters on the walls—like the ones in the living room.

Luckily, there were no cats.

Not this time, anyway.

I shut the door after us so that it would stay that way. The last thing I needed was performance anxiety because Tiffany and Dolly were nosy. And then, I was stalking across the floor—an arm full of Felix, wiggling and nipping at my neck—before I tossed him onto the mattress.

Dust bloomed up from the fabric, and it was a testament to how distracted I was by his body that I didn't immediately notice how odd that was.

Later, I'd mull over it.

But for now…

Oh yes.

God.

I licked into his mouth again, climbing on top of him—dust be damned.

"Should I apologize?" Felix murmured between greedy kisses, his fingers scratching over my shoulders, rather obscenely groping the muscles I spent years cultivating. He moaned appreciatively when I flexed, crowding into him, shoving his legs apart to make room for my body.

"You can't help that you're short," I replied without thinking, trying to shove him farther up the bed so I'd have ample room.

Felix cackled, his head falling back as he wiggled backward to help me in my mission. Ah, there. Now my knees were on the bed. Good. "No, I mean—that I didn't get your pizza thing."

"Oh," I'd almost forgotten about that already.

It felt like years had passed as we'd climbed the stairs.

Felix helped me grapple with my polo, and with an annoyed grunt, I managed to tug it over my head and toss it away. He grinned up at me, his hands lying flat on my abdomen as I knelt between his legs, chest heaving. His palms were cool. Confident. He petted over the muscle on my lower belly, before gently sliding upward, leaning up to chase his own grip.

The look on his face was positively filthy, lips flushed and swollen, his eyes blood red.

Fuck.

He was delicious.

"Naked," I commanded, tingling when Felix's fingers combed through the hair on my chest, before sliding over to pluck at one of my nipples. I shivered, and he grinned—wide and wicked.

"I'm working on it."

"Not me. You ," I scowled at him, and he laughed, not at all cowed.

"We'll get me in a minute," Felix countered, voice as rough as my own. Normally he was all melodic, smooth edges. Now, however, his voice was crackly soft. "Let me look at you."

I shivered again, my nipples hard and poking up rather obscenely. The thin dusting of golden hair on my chest made me question for a moment if I should've shaved it—only to realize that I'd done well leaving it alone, because Felix seemed to like it.

He seemed to like it quite a bit.

At least, if the way he tugged at it was any indication, a pleased grin on his face.

"You're huge," he said softly, heat simmering in his tone. "So fucking big."

I shuddered. "Maybe you're just small? "

"No, darling," Felix's voice somehow dropped even lower. One of his hands slid from my chest, down, down, down, fingers fanning along the fat swell of my cock where it pushed needily toward him. " You're big," he said again, and it was very clearly a compliment. My hips bucked into his grasp, a needy whine escaping me. "My big, loyal sweetheart."

"You've ruined me," I gasped out, because he was right. My loyalty knew no bounds. "I can't stop thinking about you—" I shuddered again, the wet patch my cock had left on my boxers spreading to the fabric of my slacks, making it obvious how needy-horny-wet-wet-wet I was. "Not even spreadsheets are sacred anymore—"

Felix laughed, and that shouldn't have made me even harder than I was—but it did. And then he did something totally unexpected. He flipped me over.

Felix.

Tiny.

Fucking.

Little.

Itty.

Bitty.

Felix.

Flipped me over.

As easily as if I'd been a pancake. One second I was leaning over him, chest heaving—and the next I was on my back, and I had a lap full of artificial-blond. I gasped out, shocked, but not angry at all. In fact, his show of strength was incredibly attractive.

Goddamn.

My hips jerked against his ass, my lashes fluttering as I watched him, breath coming in rapid little gasps.

Felix reached for the hem of his shirt, arms criss-crossed, as he very slowly, very pointedly began to lift it. "Are you ready for this?" He teased softly, that lithe body perched atop mine. My dick bumped against his perky ass and I nodded, staring at his flat little belly with greed.

It took me a second to realize he was teasing me.

Probably because of how I'd reacted to him flashing his ankles at the cat cafe.

"Fuck you," I said, voice rougher than I'd ever heard it.

" Soon ," Felix countered playfully, tugging up enough on his sweater that I could see his—oh fuck. Yes. Pale, delicious skin mocked me. I wanted to lick it so bad, my mouth felt dry. There was a smattering of dark hair that led down his flat belly beneath the hem of his unbuttoned pants and I was—fuck-fuck-fuck.

Not going to last all that long at all.

"Felix, please," I managed, gritting my teeth as his red eyes took in every twitch of my body. Almost like he was a predator cataloging weaknesses. His gaze once again snapped to my throat, tracing along it almost reverently, before his eyes found my lips. He licked his own, before he pulled his sweater up the rest of the way—finally, finally ending my punishment .

Inch by inch, the fabric climbed, revealing leagues and leagues of gorgeous alabaster muscle.

There were a few tattoos smattered along the pale skin, and I read each one as it was revealed, enraptured by the beauty that now perched on my cock. One in particular stuck out to me, as it was so desperately Felix, that it made sense that it was permanently etched into his skin.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

I didn't understand the context of the words, but I understood the meaning well enough. Especially when paired with the words he'd shared with me beneath the meteor shower.

"One day my exile will end. I'll walk the streets like you do—like they do. I'll stay home, not because I have to, but because it is my sanctuary. I'll be forgotten and my invisibility will be my freedom as surely as it will mean I've finally died."

The day his secrets would become our secrets was nearing.

And now…now I was going to fuck him.

I was going to enter him.

Become one with him.

Share each breath, each heartbeat, and pleasure.

Sex…was a vulnerable thing. I didn't need to have had it to understand that. It was personal. Intimate. It meant trust—and I had never been the kind of person who blindly trusted anyone. Trust, for me, was hard won. It took time to build, brick by brick. And even then, it easily crumpled .

Felix had earned that trust as surely as he'd earned my affection.

Every time I'd done something "odd" and he'd laughed rather than condemned me for my differences. When he'd looked at my camera, my idiosyncrasies, my prickly habits, and my frowns—and seen a man worth smiling for.

He'd accepted me in a way I'd never been able to accept myself.

Which was why I wanted this.

I wanted him.

Every last, beautiful, wonderful inch of his body.

I wanted to claim him. A primal thing. A thing the beast inside me had ached, and ached for since the day he'd found his mate. He was writhing, threatening to break toward the surface—but still, I held back.

I held back because Felix was a gorgeous, perfect creature.

And he needed to know how strong he was and how much power he held over me. The wretched, twisted thing he was needed to build confidence.

Even though it was torture to wait.

When his sweater fell to the bed, I groaned, eyes scanning over every last beautiful inch of his pale, muscular body. I took him in as surely as I took in fresh air during spring, sucking in greedy lungfuls of Felix, Felix, Felix , as I fanned my hands along his hips and dug my fingers in till I felt bone .

Felix's eyes were dark with heat as he spread his legs wider, my cock pushing against his ass as he undulated his hips. I wanted his pants off . Right the fuck now.

Whining, I bucked up against him, my brow scrunched.

"I know," Felix murmured, reaching down to cup my face as I panted up at him, chest heaving. "I know you want it, darling." He arched his back, grinding into me. Unable to help myself, I planted my feet into the mattress, bucking up into him—shoes be damned. Like I could fuck him through four layers of clothing just because I wanted it bad enough.

Illogical.

I was acting illogical.

But my head—and my dick—didn't care.

Felix is in my lap. Felix is in my lap. Felix is in my lap.

I'm going to fuck him.

I'm going to fuck him—

Oh fuck, I needed to stop thinking about that or I was going to come before I got inside him.

"You're so needy ," Felix purred, and I sobbed, hips fucking against him again. The friction was good but not enough—not enough—not enough. "One second, sweetheart. I've got you." Felix's words were a balm on my soul, and I nodded jerkily, watching him desperately as he shifted away from my lap so that he could jerk his pants and underwear off in one swift motion.

His hard dick slapped against his belly and I—

Oh fuck .

Oh fuck.

Pop music, Nascar, pickles, pastels— I thought of all the things I hated so that I wouldn't come prematurely. Especially when I couldn't tear my eyes away from his cock. His lovely…long, pink cock. It flexed toward me, the tip glistening with precum, the vein on the underside twitching as Felix moved.

"Lift your hips for me, darling," Felix was moving, and his hands were at my waistband—but my eyes were…yes. God . I wanted to lick his cock. Wanted to taste the salt and sweat and suck him down till I could taste him behind my eyeballs. It bobbed between his legs, the sweet pink crown winking at me as he moved.

"There you go." I lifted for him, and Felix jerked my pants and underwear down and off, discarding my shoes as well. He even pulled my socks off. Which felt odd, as I'd never been sockless around anyone since I'd moved away from the farm as a kid. The city had felt too dirty…our new apartment after Mom died—too cluttered.

The world was chaotic.

It always had been.

But…I didn't mind. At least, not right now. Not when I was with Felix.

My dick was leaking, a steady stream slicking my belly as my hips flexed toward him, and Felix growled, low and rough. "Fuck. "

And then he fell to his knees, pushing his face into my groin and I was—oh god. Fuck . Yes. Felix's tongue lapped at the salty skin of my sac, pushing against the velvety softness as he sucked and slurped—a man possessed.

I parted my legs, rutting against him, my cock head leaving a streak of precum along his cheekbone.

"Fuck," I gasped out, toes curling into the dusty comforter.

"That's it—" Felix groaned, flattening his tongue and rubbing a long, slick stripe up the center of my balls, then my length, till he could dig it into the weeping slit at the top of my crown. "You're such a good boy, Marshall."

I whined again, leaking onto the wet of his tongue, my eyes nearly crossing so I could get a better look at him.

"Let's get you nice and hard."

I huffed at him angrily. I'd been hard since I walked across the street—I didn't need to be any harder.

"Then…I'll let you fuck me. Okay, darling? I promise I'll give you what you need. Just let me…get ready—" Felix was doing something with his hand—the one that wasn't lying on my thigh, playing with the hair there—and I was too dazed by the wet mouth flicking at my cock and the vibration of his voice, to realize what exactly it was.

Not until I recognized the open lube packet he'd stolen from my pants sitting on the bed.

And the slick sounds suddenly made sense.

Felix was…

Felix was fucking himself.

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

My hips jerked toward his face. The knowledge that he was crowded between my legs, his own fingers up his ass, sent me spinning. My control snapped, the beast alive and well as I strained toward him, teeth gritted.

I growled, and it didn't even remotely sound human.

Slick, twist, slick.

Felix's fingers continued to work, his mouth tight and perfect as he slurped messily around the crown of my cock and I stared down the line of his back, desperately trying to see past his shoulders to his—

Oh.

Fuck.

I could see it.

The spread of his thighs, his perky ass poking up—thick and meaty. His hand twisting behind himself, the cause of the filthy sounds filling the air. I couldn't actually see the fingers disappearing inside him—but I could imagine it.

Pink, fluttery, needy, his hole caving for their searching caress.

The way he'd push in—and gasp—deep, deep, deep .

"Marshall," Felix's voice was sweet as he murmured against the spongy skin of my dick. It flexed toward his face of its own accord, and I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from his tapered back, his ass, and that hand —that fucking lovely hand. "Tell me you want this."

I didn't think he was asking for me to beg.

But I begged anyway.

"Please, please, please—" I gasped out, hips snapping up. Sweat beaded at my temple, slipping down my neck, and Felix's eyes blazed softly as he followed the movement hungrily. "I need it—"

"Yes," Felix removed his fingers, and his face pinched—a frankly delicious expression of pain that had me panting after him. "I know you need it. But do you want it?"

"Yes—" I gasped.

He rose onto his knees again, fumbling with his wet fingers for another lube packet. He slicked me up, long fingers spreading the cool trickle of liquid up and down my length. My head tossed back, my entire body trembling with need as he grabbed one of the condoms I'd brought. He held it up for me to see, brow arched in question.

"What about this, Marshall? Do you want to use one of these?" He asked softly, voice low.

I stared at the condom, suddenly…irrationally eager to be rid of it entirely.

"I'm a virgin," I blurted out. If Felix was surprised, he didn't show it.

"We don't have to use one," he said softly, wagging it at me. "But we can, Marshall. Virgin or not."

"I…"

"Tell me what you want," Felix said, voice gentle. The bossy, tiny Dom was gone, replaced by the bumbling fool I'd fallen in love with all those weeks ago in the woods. "I promise you I'll be happy either way."

Winnie was going to kill me.

Probably.

Her favorite phrase in the world was probably "no glove, no love." I swear she'd get it as a bumper sticker if she could. Hey! Christmas idea. Wahoo.

But…what Winnie didn't know wouldn't hurt her, would it?

And the idea of…oh fuck. The idea of spilling inside Felix—of marking him as mine from the inside out was just…yes.

Fuck yes.

"No condom," I said simply, more than a little satisfied when Felix immediately tossed it away. He straddled my hips and my brain short-circuited. There were no thoughts in my head at all as his lithe body poised above my lap, ass hovering enticingly over my hard cock.

All I could think about was pushing into him.

About how tight he'd be.

About the face he'd make if I pushed too fast, too soon. I wanted to make him cry as much as I wanted him to scratch me up. Would this be the time he killed me? If he was following his usual mode of operation?

I hoped not.

But the thought that Felix might try to end me after I finished only served to make me more aroused. Violence in any form had always fascinated me. It should come as no surprise that that extended toward sex.

"I might be a little rusty," Felix murmured, body taunting mine. "So bear with me."

My dick flexed, pointing up toward him, angry, ruddy red. I didn't think I'd ever been harder in all my life.

" Look at you, " Felix purred, positioning himself over my dick, the oddly lukewarm clutch of his ass, fluttering at my crown. "Just a big, feral beast, aren't you, Marshall?"

I hissed out a breath, too focused on how close I was to finally pushing inside him to care what he was calling me. I couldn't stop leaking. I could feel the sticky smear of lube and precum slipping down my cock as Felix pressed down a little harder and—oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Bliss.

Sweet, heavenly bliss.

His body was so tight—and wet—and surprisingly warm on the inside. My eyes rolled back as Felix's hands laid on my chest for support. He used his hold on my pecs for leverage, gradually sinking further, further, further—

"Oh fuck." I sobbed, and then—snapped my hips up.

Felix's face scrunched up like I'd hoped it would. He made a soft, startled sound, his dark brow knit—but I was too focused on the tight, wet, warm, tight, wet of his body to think about anything other than pulling out, and pushing back in again.

And again.

And again.

"Marshall—" Felix moaned, rocking his hips to meet my thrusts. There was no build up. No slow, long progression. No teasing. It was feral. Animalistic. Primal in the way only killing had ever been for me. There were no thoughts in my head at all, other than fuck, fuck, fuck—a command to invade Felix's body, to leave my mark inside him. To fuck him so hard and good he couldn't walk for weeks.

I grabbed onto his hips, nails biting into the skin—but not piercing—as I planted my feet into the mattress and rocked up with fervor. Felix swiveled his hips to meet each of my thrusts, a steady slap, slap, slap sound echoing through the room as I snapped into him—delighted every time I made him gasp.

"Fuck, you are so big—" he hissed out. It wasn't the first time he'd called me that. And it wasn't like I could control how long or thick my cock was. But still…pride filled my body. Virile and irrational—I preened, plowing into him harder, yanking him down into each of my thrusts as I chased my pleasure.

I should've reached for his dick.

I knew that.

But I honestly couldn't think about anything but pushing inside him—and Felix, lovely, wonderful Felix, didn't seem to mind. He stared at me like the fact I'd lost control was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Stared at my heaving chest, my hard nipples, the way my neck strained and flexed. Stared at how big my hands looked when they clutched his hips. Stared into my eyes—long and hard enough I got lost inside his gaze.

As lost inside him as he was inside me.

I was so close.

I was so, so close.

And when Felix reached down and began stroking his own cock, bouncing eagerly on top of me, his cock bobbing, I just—

I just—

I couldn't.

It was my turn.

With a howl, I flipped us over, shoving him into the mattress with a ferocity I hadn't even known I possessed. Felix made a startled sound, though the hand on his dick didn't stop stroking the flesh.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, biting at his neck, his shoulders, down his chest as my hips continued to snap a brutal, unforgiving pace into his body . Tight, wet, warm, warm, warm. Yes—fuck.

Down bitch.

Down, down.

That's it.

Take it, take it, take it.

"Nnnn," I whined, gnawing at his pec, my teeth worrying his nipple as I curled over him .

I'd fought hard to win Felix's submission, and I was going to take it.

"That's it—" Felix hiccuped, no longer quite so put together. He sounded as fucked out as I felt. "That's it, Marshall," he spread his legs wider, the submission making my blood sing.

That's it, I thought, mirroring his words.

Let me in.

Submit to me.

Let me have you.

You're mine, mine, mine.

I felt the hot splatter of Felix's cum before my own orgasm came. His face scrunched up, his brow knit. The tendons in his neck tensed as he tossed his head back, a breathy little hiccup escaping him as his pleasure spilled messy between us.

That was it.

All it took.

Once, twice, three times, I slapped against his ass, spilling inside him with a heavy whine of my own. I ground hard against the swell of his pert ass, my cum filling him up, marking him from the inside out. A wet, squelching noise sounded as I continued to grind into him even after my orgasm had ended.

"Fuck," Felix sighed, stretching a hand out—the clean one—and curling it around the nape of my neck. He hauled me up, mouth meeting mine in a searing, sated kiss. "Well, so much for being a gentleman," he joked softly.

I laughed.

I laughed and laughed and laughed .

We curled up together beneath the covers, naked, sticky, sated. I bundled Felix in my arms and he fit there. He fit there so well it was hard to ever believe there'd been a time when I hadn't known how good he felt.

Our monsters were sated.

I kissed his head, his ears, his cheeks—and he stroked my nape, traced my cheekbones, my nose, my brow bone. When he flicked the lamp off and the room was filled with darkness, my heart was as full as my arms.

I thought I wouldn't like this.

The prickle of our leg hair scratching together.

The way our sweat made us stick.

But I'd been wrong.

I'd been so wrong.

Because if I'd thought holding Felix was the best feeling in the world, fucking him was even better.

Twice more throughout the night, when I woke from my slumber, I slipped back inside him. Rutted into him while I was still half asleep, his fingers scratching at the comforter while I plastered myself against his back and bounced my hips against his plump ass.

I filled him up, over and over and over.

And once, around four in the morning, an hour or so before my usual alarm went off, I slipped beneath the covers so that I could taste where he was sore and loose.

His lovely ass gave beneath my tongue, his hole sucking greedily at me as I tasted my own cum inside him. I'd expected it to taste worse than it did, and was pleasantly surprised when the flavor didn't bother me at all.

Felix sobbed, whining into the mattress as he shoved his ass back against my face, a fresh rush of my cum slipping free as his pretty, pink hole fluttered a greeting at me.

I pulled at the little ring of muscle, enraptured as I watched the slick pale liquid slip free.

"Marshall," Felix gasped, embarrassed.

"Mhmm," I sighed happily, content—for once—to touch another person. I gave his messy hole a slurping, wet kiss, and he stopped protesting altogether.

There was something inherently wrong about licking someone's ass. And I supposed that's why it made me so damn hard. It wasn't something I ever would've expected to enjoy. But I did. Especially when Felix began chanting my name—hips swiveling back as I grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them wide, and ate his ass till he came all over the already cum-stained sheets.

With sloppy, flat licks, I soothed his sweet little hole, enticing it to soften again as Felix came down from his high.

"Fuck," he said, muffled into the mattress. "What the hell was that?"

Feeling incredibly proud of myself, I replied, "I believe it is called felching. "

"Felching?" Felix echoed, voice dazed. You'd think I'd eaten his brain, not his ass. I'd once, uncharitably, thought he had no brain cells left to lose. It was amazing how wrong I'd been. This clever little creature seemed to know everything —which was why it was quite fun that for once, I knew more than he did.

"If I hadn't licked my own cum out of your pretty little hole—"

"Oh fuck," Felix's hips flexed, like my words were causing his already spent dick to perk back up again.

"It would be called rimming."

"Rimming?" He echoed again, sounding equally as dazed. "I didn't know you could do that."

Thank you, porn, for your service.

"Did you like it?" I asked, nibbling along his ass cheeks just to feel the bouncy flesh give. Felix shuddered, his hole clenching. Unable to help myself—because now that I knew what it felt like inside him, I wanted to be inside him at all times—I pushed my thumb inside his soft, well-fucked hole.

He whined again, and my dick attempted to resurrect itself.

"Loved it," Felix replied, arching his back a little. He gasped when I bit his other cheek, thumb sinking deeper. He was so velvety soft inside. I never wanted to leave. Ever. "How did you learn that?"

"You have your secrets, I have mine," I countered, not wanting to tell him how much time I'd spent researching for this exact moment .

"Mmm fair enough," Felix said. And then he did this lovely, amazing, wonderful little swivel, arching his back enticingly. "Got one more in you, big shot?"

"Fuck." I hadn't thought I did.

But apparently I'd been wrong.

Crowding overtop him again, my dick was honestly a little sore—it'd been used so much . But…the little bite of pain only made the pleasure sweeter as I lined the fat crown of my cock up with his hole and fumbled around the bed for another lube packet. Once slicked, I pressed in, slow and easy.

Felix half-dozed beneath me, muffled little gasps and groans escaping him as I bracketed his lovely broad shoulders with my arms.

"Arch your back," I murmured, fingers digging into his ass, pulling his cheeks apart so I could stare at where my cock kept disappearing inside it. It was ridiculous how sexy it was—his tiny little hole giving for the thick length of my dick. It should not have fit inside him—but it did.

I came with a grunt when he did as he was told, staring in fascination as my own cum slicked the last few thrusts inside him.

We slept again, my spent cock drooling against his hip, our legs tangled.

A few hours later my alarm went off—the one I'd set for later than usual, as I had anticipated spending the night. Felix was still sleepy soft—as it was his bedtime now that the sun was up. But that didn't stop him from disappearing under the covers to clean my dick with his rather dexterous tongue.

He only licked it once—and we'd both gone…

A little feral.

When I was forced to retreat to my house to get ready for work, visions of long, pale muscles assaulted my senses every time I closed my eyes. My smile refused to die. And my sore cock became— officially —my favorite body part.

I couldn't wait to use it again.

I couldn't wait to see Felix again.

Perhaps I had finally sated him? Perhaps he would no longer have his nighttime visitors. Maybe his beast had settled, the way mine had.

Maybe.