7. Felix

7

Felix

My eyes locked with Garret's as soon as I stepped foot in the club. He was standing at the entrance wearing a black shirt and tight jeans that left little to the imagination about what was behind the bulge between his legs.

His silvery gray eyes were fiercely sexy, erupting a geyser of longing that burned like a furnace deep down into the core of my soul.

As he met my gaze, he grinned. His eyes lit up, dancing with frisky flirtatiousness.

I allowed myself to exhale slowly. Take a deep breath, Felix, I reminded myself. He is happy to see you. It's written all over his face. You made the right decision to return tonight.

"You made it." Garret approached me and snaked his arms around my waist, further enhancing the heat of desire within me.

"I had some free time in my schedule," I joked.

Garret gave me a sideways smirk but didn't retort. "Well, at any rate, I am excited that you came. The most important thing is that you're here."

I tried to be stoic about his reaction to my presence. I nodded and smiled. "Thanks. It's great to be here."

I kept myself composed on the outside, but on the inside, I was like a kid jumping up and down after hearing that I'd delighted him.

Garret stared at me for several moments as if he was trying to figure me out, as if something was hiding beneath the surface. He wasn't wrong. I had to give him brownie points for being able to read my energy.

"Do you want to go talk somewhere private?" he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

"I would love that," I said, trying not to sound too overly enthusiastic even though my heart pounded with excited anticipation.

Garret seemed pleased with my answer. His cheeks flushed slightly under his tiniest morsel of a five o'clock shadow.

"Good."

We stood there, parallel to each other while club members drifted past us. The moment felt surreal.

It was as if Garret and I were frozen in time and the earth and everything on it continued to move and spin around us. At that moment, I only saw him, and he only saw me. It was raw, passionate, and erotic. My heart pounded. Garret was the first to break the trance between us.

"Follow me then." His lips began to stretch into a handsome grin that lit my world on fire in the best way possible.

"My pleasure," I purred in a sultry voice, mirroring his grin.

Garret cupped my hand in his and squeezed it tenderly. Our fingers interlocked, and elation and warmth surged through me. He led me to a different room, this time downstairs, and this time with a giant circular bed with mirrors covering the walls and ceilings.

"Wow," I said, gawking as Garret shut the door behind me.

"What do you think?' he asked. "It's one of my favorite rooms."

I laughed. "I'll… get back to you on that one."

Garret didn't appear to be the slightest bit fazed. "You'll enjoy yourself, trust me. Just relax and let yourself go."

"All right," I nodded, staring intently at him as he began to undress me from head to toe.

Once I was fully exposed, feeling vulnerable, albeit extremely hard with arousal, Garret smiled naughtily.

"Now, undress me."

"Oh—I'll—all right…" I nodded, slightly taken off guard. I was still getting used to this submissive role and trying to be on board with it as much as I possibly could.

My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the loops of his belt. I finally maneuvered his pants down around his ankles and took a deep breath. Step one, done.

"Now my shirt," Garret instructed.

"The shirt," I acknowledged with a swift nod. "Right."

"Remember," Garret whispered gently with a patient smile on his face. "Don't take yourself so seriously. Allow yourself to have fun. It's supposed to be fun and pleasurable for both of us."

I looked in his eyes and nodded. "I know," I stated quietly.

"Now, you know what to do," Garret said.

"I…" I trailed off.

I felt heat staining my cheeks. I had no idea what he wanted me to do, but I wanted him to be pleased with me.

Garret was naked. I stared at him, and he stared back. The intensity of our locked gaze made my heart feel like it was going to explode. It pattered inside my chest with furious excitement and magnified arousal.

"Now," Garret said with a charming half-smile curling at the edges of his sexy lips, "go get me a condom and roll it on my cock."

"Where do I find one?" I asked.

"In the drawer beside the bed," he said and pointed to a black nightstand.

I nodded, licked my lips, and drifted over to the side table. My legs felt like jelly.

"Don't take your time," Garret ordered, but not in a condescending tone, more of a firm coaxing.

I plucked a condom from the drawer and brought it back to him, hoping that he couldn't see my quivering hands. I was excited, but I was also nervous. I was fighting two sides of myself, the side who wanted to dominate and the side who wanted to submissively please Garret.

"You know what to do." Garret eyed me and nudged his chin in the direction of the condom in my hand.

"Right." I nodded and unwrapped the condom, carefully sheathing it on his cock while he groaned with pleasure.

"It already feels so amazing," he grinned.

I smiled. "Good."

At least I was doing something right.

"Now, go over to the bed," Garret commanded.

I did as I was told, stopping right in front of it.

"Get on then," Garret said and pointed to the circular mattress.

I nodded. I was still trying to ease myself into this, not knowing exactly what Garret wanted. In some ways, I found it challenging, in other ways, I found it easy for him to steer me in the right direction, or at least where he wanted me to go.

I climbed onto the bed and Garret smacked my ass cheeks and gripped them sturdily in each palm. He bared his teeth and gave an animalistic grunt of pleasure.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most amazing ass?" He grinned.

I chuckled. "Not lately, not until just now."

"Well, get used to it," he said and gave it another hard, little smack.

I grimaced but didn't flinch in obvious pain.

"I love to leave my mark on my men," Garret declared proudly. He took my chin and gently moved it to an angle where I could see my backside in one of the mirrors. "See?"

I nodded, swallowing hard as I assessed the red handprint imprinted on my ass cheek. It stung, but I didn't want to tell Garret because he might be compelled to do it again.

"Face the mirror," he ordered and climbed practically on top of me.

He had a deviously handsome grin.

He began brushing his fingers through my hair, gently at first and then more aggressively after several seconds. He yanked a fist full and tugged on it lightly.

"I don't want to hurt you, but you've been a naughty boy," he drawled with a sexy pout.

"Okay," I said and nodded.

"I want you to relax," he instructed, giving me a lecturing look in the mirror.

I took a deep breath to gear myself up for what might be coming next. "I can do that."

"You better do it," he crooned. "Because I told you to."

It was strange, not being the one in control but I did my best to embrace it. Garret had already told me I was making progress. I just wanted to have fun. In the end, that was my ultimate goal to both please him and relish in some pleasure myself.

I was still hard as a rock and blood pounded through my throbbing erection.

Garret reached his hand around my waist and pushed it between my legs. He grabbed my cock in his hand and began vigorously stroking it up and down.

I groaned as the pleasure filled me to the brim. My eyes rolled back in my head. It felt so good when Garret put his hands on me.

"Do you enjoy it when I play with your cock?" he asked teasingly.

"Yes," I panted.

"Good. I'm going to bring you right to the brink but then I'm not going to let you come," he said.

I glanced up and met his gaze. "Edging?"

Garret raised his eyebrows in a gratified manner. "I'm impressed that you are familiar with the term."

"Yes, I've heard of it," I said, but didn't want to admit that I'd never actually participated in it with anyone.

After a few more minutes of his gentle stroking, I knew I was close. I was going to lose control any second. Garret must have caught on. My cheeks were flushed, and my breathing was rapid. My groans of ecstasy were louder and more frequent, giving me away.

Garret stopped pumping. I was destroyed by the fact that the hand job had ceased.

"Don't give me a disappointed look," Garret said. "You'll get what's coming to you. You aren't allowed to come before I get inside and have my way with you."

He gave me a handsome smile. He knew he was playing with my head and emotions, and he loved it. I had to hold the orgasm before it exploded out of me like a geyser of passion. Garret was a tease and he knew it.

"Don't pout and whine," he told me. "When I do finally allow you to come, it's going to be that much more amazing than it would have been if I had let you do it now."

I nodded. "I can live with that."

"I would prefer it if you used the phrase ‘yes, sir' when we are having sexual encounters," Garret advised.

I looked at him and paused, but he just stared at me, refusing to move on until I complied.

"Yes, sir," I finally managed to croak out.

Garret grabbed his own cock and a bottle of lube lying on the bed that I hadn't noticed before. I hadn't seen him retrieve it and secretly wondered if it was a used bottle. I did my best to keep myself composed. Now wasn't the time to be a neat freak and let my OCD tendencies shine. For now, it was clear that Garret had intentions for me, and I had better follow his instructions to a tee.

Garret slathered on the lube in generous amounts all over his shaft. He was breathing heavily. He stared at me as he pushed his way inside me.

"Don't you dare look away," he directed. "I want you to hold my gaze while I'm fucking you. I want to see the ecstasy on your face."

I nodded. "Okay."

"What's that now?" Garret cupped a hand over his ear as he began to slowly grind inside me, feeding my hole his girth one sliver of an inch at a time.

"I mean… yes, sir," I corrected myself.

"That's a good boy," he said and thrust in harder and deeper than before, groaning with pleasure.

I gasped as his thick cock filled me. The meatiness of his throbbing cock hit my prostate in magnificent ways. It was a magical, defining moment for me realizing that maybe I didn't mind being a bottom after all.

Garret continued to ride me like a horse as if he was a cowboy in the wild west at sunset. He even hollered with glee a few times. He began pumping his fist through the air as he showed off his talents and techniques for grinding inside of me without keeping a grip on my waist.

"It's so tight, I love it," he said with a groan.

He kept slamming into my prostate. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer with the way he pounded into me. His balls made a fantastic slapping sound against my bare ass. It was an extra sensation that I welcomed.

"I'm going to come," I whined desperately. "I don't think I can hold it."

"You can't hold it?" Garret frowned and stopped pumping.

I almost couldn't see straight; I was so immersed with pleasure. My heart pounded.

"You look miserable," Garret said with a grin. "I'll let you come now."

He began thrusting harder and faster until I saw stars in front of my eyes. I yanked the sheets on the bed and wailed with ecstasy.

Garret lifted my chin and forced me to look at him in the mirror during my climax. As I finished, he grabbed my hips and swiveled me around, hoisting himself on top of me for a missionary position. He straddled between my open legs and groaned. His body went tense and he let out a guttural cry of euphoria. After several seconds, his body went limp and he collapsed next to me in a naked, sweaty heap of elation.

"That was fantastic," he said.

He stared up at the ceiling, clearly entranced. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath he took.

"I loved it too," I said with wholehearted honesty.

Garret slipped the condom off his cock and tossed it in the trashcan beside the bed.

He grinned as he looked at the wet spot from my own come. "It looks like somebody made a mess."

"I'll clean it up," I said.

"Wow." Garret's eyes widened. "You really are beginning to bask in the role of sub. It looks good on you. You're practically glowing."

He pretended to flip nonexistent hair off his shoulders, a gesture that made us both laugh. I didn't argue with him about being a sub. This time, I just wanted to enjoy his company for all it was worth and consider myself lucky to have his attention in the first place.

Garret surprised me as he lay down next to me, curling his legs over mine with a zesty swing. We began to spoon, naked and still riding the high of our sexual bliss.

He breathed into my neck and my ear, further enhancing the wildness of my stimulated pleasure. He raked his hands through my hair and whispered gently to me.

"I'm glad you're here," he said.

"I'm glad to be here." I grinned.

We weren't looking at each other, but we were feeding off each other's energy and I embraced every glorious moment that we got to spend together.

"To be honest," I said with an ironic chuckle, shifting my weight comfortably in his arms, "I didn't think I could do it."

"Do what?" Garret asked, curiosity lining his voice.

"Play the part of sub," I confessed.

"The fact that you're even willing to admit it is progress," Garret said.

I turned around and looked at him. I was lying on my back now. Garret propped himself up on his elbow and gave me a delicate smile.

"Really?" I asked, feeling surprised at his answer.

He looked contemplative.

"What are you thinking about?" I held my breath and waited.

"I'm thinking that we need a couple of beers," he said and stood up.

Disappointment rippled through me. "But—"

"Now, now, don't get ahead of yourself."

Garret cast me a wink over his shoulder as he sexily strutted over to a minibar that I hadn't noticed when we'd first entered the room. I supposed I had been so captivated by Garret and drawn into the moment that I hadn't been acutely aware of my surroundings other than him and his giant cock.

He plucked a couple of bottles of beer and cracked the tops. The bottles made a refreshing hiss as a plume of mist escaped, almost as if the bottles themselves were sighing in contentment to finally be opened.

"Here you go," he said and extended his arm to offer me one.

I sat up and gratefully took the cold beer. "Thank you."

"Cheers," he said.

I clinked my bottle with his. "Cheers."

I gulped down several hearty sips, feeling refreshed from the inside out. Something dawned on me.

"I didn't even have to be buzzed or drunk to experiment with the session we just had," I said.

Garret smiled as if my enlightenment was adorable and amused him.

"See? Never say no to adventure."

"I might just have to heed that advice," I said with a chuckle.

Garret laughed, gulping down another swig of the ice-cold beer. "I know a thing or two."

"That much is clear." My smile to him was genuine.

"Believe it or not, you actually have to put in the hard work, time, effort, not to mention blood, sweat, and tears to be a nightclub owner," Garret mentioned.

"I'll bet." I crossed my legs and we sat across from each other, still naked.

It was an intimate setting that I was beginning to cherish.

"You have to be calm, disciplined, and ready to say no to rejection," Garret admitted.

"I've always struggled with two of the three," I said with an ironic laugh.

"Let me guess." Garret grinned. "Calmness and rejection?"

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner." I pointed a finger at him and shot him an amused smirk.

"I don't tell many people this," Garret said, steering the conversation in another direction. "I struggled for most of my childhood with a weight problem." Suddenly Garret's features turned somber.

"You're kidding." I stared at him, truly stunned.

"I did." He nodded and stared at the blankets for an extended period of time.

"I would never have known it," I admitted. "You're so fit now. You have one of the best bodies I've ever seen."

Garret lifted his gaze and smiled at me. "Thanks."

"I mean it," I said, not trying to be overly enthusiastic but it was true. "You make me feel like I need to go to the gym more often."

Garret let out a heartened laugh. "You look great too."

We exchanged a smile. "Thanks," I whispered, drawn into the tenderness of the moment.

"I do my best to be an advocate against bullying," Garret said. "I take care of myself now, but I don't want anyone to feel inferior or like they don't belong." He paused and locked eyes with me, staring deeply into my soul. He cupped one hand over mine and squeezed. "Especially you."

I shook my head. "I don't feel inferior."

"Are you sure?" Garret seemed to hang onto every word I said with care.

"I promise." I nodded and smiled at him reassuringly.

Garret sighed, relaxing and seeming satisfied with my answer.

"Good."

"You aren't the only one with an imperfect background," I reminded him. "My drifter of a mother bounced me around from place to place."

Garret grinned. "Look at the bright side. At least you got to travel a lot. My parents never took me anywhere."

I didn't know why this made me feel so profoundly amused, but I erupted into knee-slapping laughter. Garret followed suit. There were tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard.

"So, are you saying that the grass isn't always greener?"

"Exactly." Garret roared with amusement.

We composed ourselves after several minutes. I wiped my eyes and sighed with joy. This was the most fun I remembered having in a long time. I loved getting better acquainted with Garret, and I knew he felt the same. I could read it all over his face, he was having a blast too.

"What are you up to this week?" Garret lightly grazed my knee and rubbed it.

"Uh… well… I have to catalog my uncle's library," I said rolling my eyes. "Kind of a tedious process, but it needs to be done."

"Maybe I could come over and help you do the cataloging," Garret suggested.

I hesitated. I didn't know why. Part of me wondered what it would be like to hang out with Garret in broad daylight, if we would have the same chemistry as we did in his club.

Garret gave me a telling look and began to show signs of withdrawal. He reached down to grab his shirt off the floor.

"Wait." I clutched his hand to stop him. My heart dropped into my stomach. "It's just… I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. I'm screwing this up."

"You're fine," Garret said, but his demeanor wasn't as chipper as before.

"Do you think we could still have the same…" I trailed off, treading carefully, "connection outside of the club as we do inside the club?"

"Everything takes time to establish," Garret countered.

I mulled over his response. "I suppose that's true."

Garret gave me a scrutinizing glance. "Is your goal here to have both sides of your life integrated, or do you want to keep your sexual preferences and your sexual experiences private and completely separated from your everyday life?"

He stared at me, really invested in my answer.

"I really like the energy we have going on here," I said and made a circular motion between us. "I would like to have balance there."

"So, you are striving for harmony in that accord?" Garret asked.

I nodded. "I think so."

Garret smiled. "Don't you think that our meeting outside of my club is a step in the right direction for attaining that?"

I didn't respond at first, but I didn't want Garret to close himself off either, so I tried to think and act quickly.

"I think there is potential there."

"Remember, don't be afraid to explore your options. You never know what kind of joy awaits you if you push yourself outside of your boundaries and comfort zones," Garret mentioned with an earnest smile.

"I appreciate what you are trying to do here with me," I said and tried to reflect the same sincere smile, but it was difficult.

I didn't want Garret to feel like I was a pity case for him to fix. I wanted to make progress, and the best way to do that was to comply with things that made me uncomfortable.

I laughed at the thoughts in my head as they came to light. "I suppose that if I can be a bottom with you twice now, then I can invite you over to my uncle's library."

Garret's eyes gleamed friskily. His lips formed into the most amazing grin I'd ever seen.

"Then it's a date."

"Then it's a date," I parroted, needing to hear the resoluteness of the declaration aloud.

There was no backing out now. A new day would soon dawn, and with it, a horizon for a new Felix to emerge from the shadows of self-doubt.