24. Felix
FELIX
“Don’t go. It’s still early,” Dahlia says as Jane hugs her goodbye.
“It’s not that early, my friend. And I’m beat.” Jane meets my gaze over Dahlia’s head. “You’ve got her?”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “I got her.”
Jane steps toward the front door where Gavin and Violet are waiting for her, kisses her hand and holds it out. “Love you. Call me if you need anything.”
When the door closes behind her, Dahlia turns to face me. “Are you sure it’s okay that I stay?”
Okay? Is she serious?
“Definitely. I’m not done kissing you yet.”
“Oh.” Her face lights up. Tipsy looks good on her. Cheeks flushed, big, goofy smile, and eyes only for me.
“Want another drink? More flip cup? I bet one or two more wins and you could make Brogan cry.”
The party is still going strong outside, but we both stopped drinking some time ago. Her, because she didn’t want to ‘get so drunk she wouldn’t remember kissing me’ and me, because I couldn’t hold a beer and grab her ass with both hands at the same time.
“No.” She shakes her head with a small laugh. “I don’t think I have it in me.”
On cue, she yawns.
“Come on. It’s been a long day.” I take her into my room, then grab a water and some Advil. “Take these before you fall asleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep yet. I was promised more kissing.”
“Okay, then take these before I kiss you again.”
She does and then climbs onto my bed.
Fuck. I rub at the back of my neck. Her blonde hair fans out over my pillow and her long, bare legs curl up on top of my comforter.
I know she has shorts on, but it seriously messes with my head thinking about sliding my hand up her smooth thigh and underneath my baggy sweatshirt to find her completely bare.
“Tonight was amazing.” She spreads her arms out wide so that she takes up most of the bed. Her head falls to the side to look at me. “Did you have fun?”
I kick off my shoes and then press one knee onto the bed, holding myself up over her. “I had a great time.”
The happy smile that curves her lips hits me square in the gut.
I really did have a great time, and I want to keep having a great time, but worry is trickling in that I’m taking things too far.
I know she wants me, but we’re jumping lines I never intended to cross.
At the same time, I feel like it was all inevitable.
I was never going to be able to spend time with her and not want more and more.
She brings a hand to the middle of my chest. “What are you thinking?”
“So many things.”
“That you want to kiss me?”
I nod.
“And get me naked?”
So badly. My cock strains against the front of my jeans. I give her another nod.
She sits up, forcing me back onto my heels.
I’m too busy staring at her perfect mouth and soulful dark blue eyes to realize what she’s doing until she lifts the black sweatshirt up and over her head.
My gaze goes to her chest. She glances down and laughs, then slides the straps of her still unhooked bra down each arm and pulls it out from underneath her tank.
Her nipples poke against the thin white fabric of her tank.
When it looks like she’s going to take off the last layer, I stop her by taking her hands in mine and pinning them above her head. The movement pushes her onto her back, and I cover her body with mine.
“If you take off that shirt, then it’s game over.” My dick is crushed between us and throbbing.
“And that’s bad?” Her chest rises and falls quickly.
“I told you, I’m not done kissing you yet.”
I love kissing her. It’s fun and playful, and somehow competitive.
Who can drive the other crazier. And that somehow pushes away any shyness from her.
When my mouth covers hers, we’re just two people that can’t get enough of each other.
She claws at my shirt, trying to bring me impossibly closer, and meets my kisses with the same frantic need coursing through me.
It’s hard to remember to take things slow when I want to claim every inch of her, but I do. I kiss her long and slow until her fingernails dig into my biceps and she lifts her hips to get the friction she so desperately wants.
I roll off her but keep kissing her. My dick is leaking in my boxers. If she keeps rubbing against me, I’m gonna come in my fucking pants.
“Felix,” she rasps, tearing her puffy lips away from mine.
“Mmmm?” I drop my head to kiss her collarbone.
Instead of replying, her delicate fingers slip under my T-shirt and hover just above the button of my jeans. If I shifted even an inch, she’d be palming my cock. My abs tighten and it’s hard to breathe. Some guy with way more restraint than me, murmurs, “Turn around.”
“What?” Her gaze darts to mine and a little of that uncertainty creeps in.
“On your other side.” I help move her so she’s facing the wall and I spoon her from behind. She holds herself rigid, still unsure, but as soon as I slide my fingers up the front of her tank top she sinks into my touch.
“I’ve been dying to touch these all night,” I say as I cover one breast with my palm and squeeze.
She arches her back, pressing herself into my hand.
“That feel good?”
She nods frantically.
“Let me hear you, hot stuff.” I need her words to ground me in this moment. Plus, some part of my ego loves knowing she wants me. Her want feels different than other girls I’ve hooked up with. Better, more genuine somehow.
“It feels so good,” she says.
I tweak a nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger, and press my lips to her shoulder. She moans and tries to push back into my dick again. I’m a bump and a rub away from coming, so I slide my hand down her stomach and cup her pussy through her shorts.
Her body stills and then shudders. “Oh, god.”
“If it’s too much, let me know.”
She lets out a shaky breath.
“Dahlia?”
“Don’t stop,” she says.
I curl my fingers inside the leg of her jean shorts until they brush against her damp panties, then trace a circle on her clit through the material. “You’re so wet.”
“The Felix Walters effect,” she says quickly.
I kiss her neck, then move my hands to the top of her shorts. I swear my hand shakes as I pop the button and pull the zipper down. I don’t take her clothes off but push my hand down the front of her panties until my fingers glide through her slick heat.
“Felix.” My name comes out in a plea.
“I’ve got you. Nice and slow. Say the word and we st?—”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
I chuckle. “All right.”
Sweat beads up on my forehead as I push in and out of her. She soaks my fingers, grinding into my hand, and moaning so sweetly. I want to hear that noise on a loop for the rest of my life.
Her movements are jerkier as I increase the pace slightly, and her breaths are ragged. “Felix.”
No, I take it back, that’s what I want to hear on a loop for the rest of my life. My name said on the brink of orgasm.
“I think I’m gonna,” she pants.
“Come for me, Dahlia.” I rub the heel of my palm against her clit harder as her body begins to tremble.
Her moans fill my room and echo off the walls. I’m torn between wanting to swallow those pretty noises, so no one else can hear, and reveling in the sound.
She curls forward into a ball as her body goes soft. I move my hand up around her waist and pull her back against me.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
A pretty flush creeps up her neck.
“No need to be embarrassed, just straight facts.”
She turns around, her face inches from mine. “That was incredible. You’re incredible. This entire night has been…incredible.”
I lean forward and place a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Do you want me to…” she trails off and glances down at the obvious bulge in my jeans.
“You just look at it another couple seconds and I’m gonna blow in my boxers.”
“For real?” She stares hard like she’s trying to gauge my seriousness.
“Truly.” I wrap my hand around her neck and bring my mouth back to hers, then get up from the bed.
She sits up, leaning against one elbow.
“I’m just getting some water. You need anything?”
“No.” She sits up and buttons her shorts.
I grab a water and take a long drink, then set it on the nightstand. Her lacy, white bra is on the floor at my feet. I pick it up and hold it in the air, then swing it around.
The mood is still thick with sex, but I’m trying desperately to lighten it with a few silly antics. My dick is deflating so slowly though. Probably because her nipples are still saluting me and I’m holding her sexy-as-fuck lingerie.
She comes up onto her knees and then sits back. She’s thinking hard about something and I’m not sure I want to know the answer, but I find myself asking anyway. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“Isn’t that uncomfortable?” She points to my crotch.
Incredibly. I toss her bra on the bed. “I’m fine.”
“Can I…” Again, she doesn’t finish the sentence.
She doesn’t need to for my dick to resurrect his plan for release.
I roll my lips behind my teeth and stare down at her.
“I can’t tell if you’re holding back for my benefit or yours.” Her voice is quieter, but she holds my gaze as she says it. “Is this still about me deserving more?”
“No.” I run my hand through my hair. “I mean, partly, yeah. You don’t need to do anything for me. Making you come is the hottest thing I’ve done in a really long time.” Ever, maybe.
“What if I want to?”
“Want to what?” I need to hear her say the words so we’re crystal clear on what’s happening. We’ve already gone farther than I planned. The Felix Walters experience would have ended an hour ago with me coming in her mouth and then sending her home. This isn’t that. But I’m not sure she knows that.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” Her words send lust tingling down my spine. “I want to touch you. If you want me to.”
“Of course, I want you to.” I run my thumb along her bottom lip.
She reaches forward with unsteady hands to unbutton my jeans. I stop breathing as she pushes them down and then hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers.
My hand falls away from her mouth so I can take off my T-shirt.
She smiles up at me when I’m standing naked in front of her. “You really are stupid hot.”
“Right back at you.”
I love the way my words make her flush. It makes me want to tell her a million more times until she gets used to the compliment.
“So gorgeous,” I rasp. “No one has ever looked better wearing my jersey.”
Surprise shows on her face, but the expression is followed quickly by disbelief.
“Or in my bed.”
My plan to keep going is thwarted when she wraps her fingers around my shaft. Her touch is soft and tentative, but I’m already so keyed up that it pulls a long groan out of me.
In no time at all, I’m gritting my teeth and fighting off the orgasm that’s racing to the finish line far too fast. And shit, I forgot to grab a towel or something.
“Hand me my shirt.”
She keeps pumping me as she reaches for my shirt. The movement sends her long, thick hair falling onto my dick and that is my undoing.
I barely get her out of the line of fire and cover myself with the black wad of material before I’m unloading into it.
She continues watching with rapt interest as I clean up and toss the shirt in the hamper. Her face is lit up with excitement and her lips are still puffy from our marathon make-out session earlier. Her hair is slightly disheveled, and her clothes are wrinkled.
No one has ever looked better. Full stop.