8. Garret

8

Garret

I decided to put aside my worries about my liquor license for the afternoon so that I could help Felix with the library. In all honesty, I just wanted another excuse to spend time with him.

When I knocked on the door of his apartment, I was surprised to find it on the top floor; he had the penthouse. He had mentioned something about an inheritance, so I just assumed that was the situation.

The door swung open. Felix stood there in a pair of black jeans and a sexy gray t-shirt that was skin-tight and accentuated his muscular build. I was impressed. His eyes shimmered with delight as he stepped aside to welcome me into his home.

"Come on in," he said and gestured around. "The place needs some modern touches, but I'm getting there."

"I love the wood floors. Are they bamboo?" I asked.

Felix beamed proudly. "I had them installed last week."

"Wow." I nodded. "They look fantastic."

"Thank you." He smiled. "Would you like me to take your coat?"

"That would be great, actually." I took it off and handed it to him. He hung it on a coat rack in the foyer.

"Come on in," he said and beckoned me further into the heart of the home.

A record player played light blues in the background. I approached it. "Is it an antique?" I glanced up at Felix.

"One of the best," he said. "It belonged to my uncle."

"Don't you think that music sounds better when it's played on a turntable?" I asked.

"I do." Felix nodded in agreement. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"I sure would." I grinned.

"Follow me to the kitchen. It's just right through here."

He led me through a cozy living room with rustic colors and a brown leather couch. He had a sense of style that I appreciated.

The kitchen was a contrast to the living room. It had white cabinets and a huge island in the center with gray and white granite.

"This looks incredible," I said.

"Thanks." He nodded. "This project was actually just completed about a week ago as well."

"I really like it," I said.

Felix walked over to a wine fridge. When he leaned over, I took advantage of the moment to check out his toned ass.

It was as fantastic as the expensive granite countertops, maybe even better. He pulled out a merlot and I attempted to flicker my gaze elsewhere so he wouldn't know I'd been staring at his ass, admiring it.

"Will this do?" He shot me an expectant gaze.

"Is it alcohol?" I chuckled.

"Yes," Felix confirmed.

"Then I'll take it."

He smiled. "Nice." He tapped his temple. "I like the way you think."

He reached up to a high cabinet. His shirt rose slightly at the movement, exposing his carved abs. I took advantage of that moment too and smiled, liking what I saw.

He opened the bottle and the crimson liquid poured into the glasses with refreshing glugging sounds. I began to salivate. I was excited about savoring this wine.

"Cheers," Felix said and smiled with a twinkle in his gorgeous eyes.

"Cheers." I clinked my glass against his and took a relishing sip.

The warm liquid rolled down my throat and splashed into my stomach, providing me with a sensation of instant warmth. The alcohol began to seep into my veins and instantly lulled my senses, relaxing me.

"You have no idea how much I need this right now," I said and chuckled, almost vulnerably.

Felix's eyebrows knitted in concern. "What's going on?"

"Oh, just work stuff." I waved my hand dismissively. "I wouldn't want to bore you with the details."

"You wouldn't bore me." Felix's gaze was earnest, and I appreciated his ability to be a listener and not automatically want to talk about himself all the time.

I couldn't stand vain men, and Felix definitely didn't fit that personality. He was more of a sub in other ways than even he knew, and I wanted to bring that side out of him so it could shine where it belonged.

"Why don't we go into the library, and I can give you the gory details along the way?" I suggested.

Felix smiled. "That sounds perfect."

We walked down an extended hallway. I gave him the nutshell version of what was going on with the club and the liquor license suspension by the city. He seemed empathetic, invested in what I had to say. Felix halted in front of a set of double doors. "Here we are," he smiled.

He opened both doors. There were empty shelves and books everywhere. Most of them were dusty. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

"You really have your work cut out for you in here," I chuckled.

"I told you." Felix tossed me a playful smirk.

"Well, I signed up for this, I better rise to the challenge," I said.

Felix faced me. "You usually rise to the challenge."

I raised my eyebrows and matched his flirtatious grin. "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing." Felix swiveled on a heel and began walking toward a row of books stacked in the corner. "I need to organize these."

It was too late. His sultry gaze had turned me on. My heart pounded. My cock hardened with arousal. I cupped my hand over his shoulder and slowly turned him around.

As soon as he faced me, I leaned in and planted my lips against his. Electric sparks of attraction rushed through me like a current. Felix groaned in response and brushed his fingers through my hair.

We began to undress each other with urgent passion, panting and groaning, nibbling on each other's ears and grazing our fingers across now familiar parts of each other's bodies.

Felix reached his hand between my legs and began fondling my cock, stroking it up and down. It felt fantastic. I pinned him up against the wall.

He grinned at me with a naughty twinkle in his eyes. There were no words between us. We were too engaged in the moment. Our mouths hungrily pressed together. Our fingers frantically fumbled to each other's belts, unzipping each other's pants as we pushed them down around our ankles and tossed them aside.

I didn't care about the books—it was time to fuck. We could work later. The passion between us was raw and urgent, something I hadn't expected to feel this early on in a rendezvous with a potential partner.

Felix didn't try to take the wheel, which I mentally deemed as progress. He had initiated the make out session that I already knew was inevitably going to turn to sex, but now I had the reigns.

"I came prepared," I whispered in his ear with a grin.

"Oh yeah?" The mischievous smirk was back on his face.

"Don't move," I instructed him.

I crouched on the ground and pulled a condom out of the back pocket of my jeans. I didn't have any lube, but I pushed two fingers deep inside his hole, burying them until I felt natural moisture there.

"I'm ready," he breathed, bracing himself, facing the wall.

He instinctively spread his legs and placed his palms on the wall, ready to receive me. I grinned. I couldn't believe it. He was naturally responding like a sub would, almost instinctively now.

The urge to have sex compelled us, an organically driven desire that neither one of us could resist. The temptation was fervent. I sheathed the condom, surprised that even my hands were quivering with excitement. I hadn't expected to react this primally. It was as if a caged beast inside me was ready to be released, tired of being contained.

I could be myself around Felix, and now I could see that he wanted to do the same. The fact that he was comfortable conforming to the role of sub fueled my enthusiasm into overdrive. We fed off each other's energy.

I spread his ass cheeks apart. They were so tight and toned. I wiggled my cock between them, teasing him slightly.

"Do you want me to push it in?" I asked.

"Yes, please," he begged.

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" I whispered as I nibbled his ear lobe. I showered a peppering of kisses from his neck to his shoulder and relished in the goose bumps of pleasure that prickled on the surface of his skin.

"Really badly," he whined.

"Okay." I prepared him. "I'm going to enter now. Get ready. You are going to really get it this time."

Felix let out a sexy groan as the tip of my cock edged gently inside of his open and willing hole. He wasn't lying, he was ready to receive me, all of me.

With a grunt, I pushed myself deeper inside him. Felix whimpered with ecstasy. Once I was fully inside of him, I reached up and continued gripping his wrists, pinning him against the wall as I took him from behind.

I was proud of him for coming out of his shell with me, subconsciously willing to blossom into a sub, even if he might not realize he was doing it by instinct just yet.

I began to slowly pump up and down, gliding my shaft in and out in delicate, precise motions. I responded to Felix's moans of pleasure, all the while feeding into my own. My balls slapped against his ass as I pushed deeper into him.

Our grunts of pleasure became simultaneous with each thrust. We were both standing up straight, pinned against each other, intertwined as the pleasure roped around us.

I fisted some of his hair in my hand and lightly tugged on it until he cried out with pleasure. I reached around and began stroking his cock, pumping up and down as I vigorously rocked him back and forth.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

"Yes." His voice was a sexy groan.

"How good?" I panted.

"The best I've ever had," he encouraged.

"You're damn right," I grunted, clenching my teeth as I ravaged his tight little ass hole. After a few minutes, Felix began to murmur and whine. His body tensed. I knew he was going to come soon.

"Are you ready to come baby?" I asked him.

"Yes," he declared in an almost pleading tone.

His sexy whines were music to my ears. I was addicted to the way his ass felt. I loved burying my cock deep inside him until he wailed with ecstasy.

"Go ahead and do it, I'm close too," I encouraged. "We can come together."

"Will I be punished if I do it before you?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder to toss me a deviously innocent look.

"Only if you want to be punished," I said and pushed harder.

Felix cried out with immense pleasure. His body trembled quietly at first and then began to convulse violently. I reached down and felt his come spraying out. I touched it, fingering it in my hands. It was so warm and sticky. It was enough to send me over the edge.

I gripped his waist and with one final urgent thrust, I came inside him. The power of my explosion was intense. I leaned my head back. The veins in my neck bulged. I dug my fingers into his waist until I left little red marks. Felix let out a guttural moan in response.

He was breathing hard. Once I finished emptying my release into the condom inside him, he propped his forehead up against the wall. I needed a moment or two to compose myself.

I was still shaking from head to toe. I saw stars in my eyes and was dizzy with euphoria. My mind was clouded with sensual bliss.

"Okay for the record," I panted hard and chuckled, "spontaneous sex is amazing. Impulsiveness for the win."

"Hell yeah." Felix glanced over his shoulder at me and smiled. His cheeks were flushed red. His hair was disheveled. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and come. It was a glorious moment between us.

I finally slipped my cock out of him. "We need a towel to clean up," I mentioned.

Felix laughed. "A beach towel after that session."

He left the room to retrieve a towel from the bathroom down the hallway, but when he came back, he looked confused, almost as if he wasn't sure what had just happened between us and that he might have imagined it. There was hazy dissolution reflecting in his eyes.

"Are you all right?" I asked him as he cleaned himself up and then handed me the towel.

"I'm… fine." He gave me a superficial grin.

I approached him and lightly grazed my thumb across his burning cheek. "You were fantastic."

"It all happened… so fast," he admitted with a look of chagrin.

"It was truly amazing," I said. "You blended into the role of sub so fantastically, that you didn't even realize what was happening."

"Right." He flickered his gaze to the floor.

"Hey," I gently whispered and tenderly raised his chin with my index finger, forcing him to look me in the eye. "Don't doubt yourself. If it feels natural, then just go with your gut instinct."

I didn't suggest that Felix had been kidding himself if he ever really thought he had potential as a Dom. The moment was too sensitive, and he wasn't ready to hear that yet. I would take it easy on him, for now.

Felix remained reserved and quiet, almost as if he was ready to shut down. "I just want you to see a different experience before you completely cast it off," I encouraged.

"I did enjoy it," Felix confessed.

"It will make me a better Dom if you can find a way to understand that it's okay to submit. That way, the pleasure will be enhanced on all fronts. We can both enjoy a better experience that way and get the most out of the intimacy as we can."

Felix seemed slightly enlightened. His features brightened a touch. "I suppose you're right."

"I'm not trying to force you into something you don't want to do, and I don't know how you feel in the situation, but the sex we just had was some of the best of my life. It felt so comfortable and natural."

Felix nodded, smiling now. "You're right. I feel the same way."

"Good." I was glad we were making progress. For now, we were on the same page, and I would take what I could get. "Now." I pointed to the books behind me. I still needed a distraction from my woes back at the club. "Shall we get to work?"

Felix chuckled. "As long as this amount of work doesn't scare you, I'm all for a helper."

I gave him a smile and fondly slapped him on the back. "Nothing scares me."

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Later that evening, I was back at the club after spending most of the afternoon with Felix. I enjoyed his company, but I had work to do, and fires to put out with the problems surrounding the club.

I was preparing for the opening of the evening when Carol approached me with a look of despair. She looked somber as she met my gaze.

"I need to talk to you about something," she whispered and pulled me aside discreetly.

My heart pounded. "What's wrong?"

She held up receipts that she was holding in her hand. "These are the numbers from last night."

"Okay…"

She paused dramatically and then let out a deep and grim sigh. "The sales are down by forty percent with no alcohol."

I stiffened. I knew that this was bad, but I wasn't expecting this blow. Things were bleak. I needed to figure out a way to step around this ban on alcohol sales.

I nodded. "I know. I'm working on it."

Carol kept me backed into the corner, moving in front of me to prevent me from stepping away from her.

"The club can't sustain itself if this goes on for too long. We're going to go under. We're already drowning."

"I know that," I barked sharply and then quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I'm just… on edge."

Carol gave me an empathetic glance. "Let me know if there are any calls I can make or anything I can do to help you."

Both our jobs depended on it, but it was one of those things that didn't need to be said aloud.

"I'll think about it and I'll let you know." I gave her a meager smile.

I felt overwhelmed but forced myself to remain calm. If I panicked, all hell would break loose. I had a club to run, and that was exactly what I intended to do.