8. Hard Truths
Hard Truths
Dex...Two Weeks Later
F elix removes his belt a little harder than usual as he storms through the apartment. He’s angry, but I can’t help but think about how he does the same belt-unfastening routine before sex. Seeing it has me with half an erection. He tosses the belt across the room as I follow him into our bedroom, removing my own shirt before throwing it into the basket at the edge of our bed.
I set my jaw and stand in front of him, hands on hips. “You’ve been an asshole for the last couple weeks. She’s working hard and getting it down. She’s improved. Care to tell me why you’re so mean to her? She hasn’t done anything but work hard at the studio and even smile at you when you walk into a room. Fuck, Felix, she brings you coffee like she’s your personal secretary and not mine. ”
He pulls his own shirt over his head, discards it on top of mine in the basket, and glares at me. “Why her? What the fuck is so special about Nicole?”
I sarcastically laugh and head to the adjoined bathroom. I pick up my toothbrush, not really wanting to fight with him, but he’s behind me and wrapping his arms around me before I can get the paste out of the tube. “I just love you,” he says. He kisses my shoulder. “I know we’ve talked about bringing a woman into our relationship, but I don’t like her .”
“You seemed to like her just fine a couple weeks ago when you ate her pussy like a starving man. It was quite exuberant, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you enjoy the taste of pussy like that before.” I stare at him in the mirror, our eyes locking. “Admit it. You find her fascinating.”
“She’s different.”
I finally turn to face him. “That’s exactly it, Felix. I like her!”
“Well, I don’t! Shouldn’t we both actually like the person if we’re going to invite them into our relationship? It’s not just you here, Dex. It’s not just you who will share your life with a person. Your bed. Shouldn’t I get a say?”
“Fine,” I nod and turn back to the sink to resume my nightly routine. “You’re right. I’m listening. What’s wrong with her? Not pretty enough for you? Is it that she’s from a small town and doesn’t kiss your city-boy ass?”
He looks at the floor and pulls his pants off behind me. Even though we’re arguing, a chill moves down my naked back. He’s close enough that I feel his breath on my neck when he blows out his exasperated breaths.
He kicks his pants back into our room and adjusts his cock in his briefs before answering. “She’s pretty enough when done up. Pretty plain otherwise. But that’s not it. I could look past that because she’s pretty in a small-town, girl-next-door way. I may not see it much around here and in our circle, but I can see how someone would think she’s attractive.”
“She’s real, Felix.” I tap my toothbrush on the sink in frustration, the tapping sound echoing through the room. “These women we’ve been bringing around are not. We know she can be dressed up if she wants to go out, but I like her just the way she is.”
“You want reasons I don’t like her, but I want reasons why you do !” he yells. His voice level doesn’t scare me, though. I know the timbre and tremble. He’s the scared one. “I see nothing when I look at her.”
I spit my wad of toothpaste out and reach for a washcloth to wash my face. I yank it off the towel rack a little harder than necessary. “Fine. She feels like home to me. I don’t know why.”
“Home?” Felix laughs. “You were treated like shit at home.”
I brace my hands on the counter and stare at our reflection in the mirror. “Not that home. The home I want. Safety. Security.”
He presses his forehead on my back between my shoulder blades, and it fucking kills me. His hands reach around and grip my abdominals, and I can’t help but cover his hands with my own. “I thought I was your safety?” he asks, his breath whispering across my back.
“You are. You always have been. But I met her, and just…” My voice trails off. “It was like when I met you. I recognized the feeling. When I met you, I felt like I could tell you everything without judgment. We were the same sexually, both bisexual with the same type of woman.”
“That’s obviously changed,” he grumbles into my skin.
“My feelings for you haven’t. Can’t you give her a chance? She’s not some hideous she-beast that I brought home. She’s a little shy and mousy, but she’s also young and from a small town. Were you any different?”
He inhales and shakes his head against my skin. I obviously hit a sore spot. Felix wasn’t the sexy mother fucker he is now when I met him.
“She’s working hard for us. She’s kind. I like the way she looks at me and the way I’m excited to go to work to hear about anything going on in her life.”
“Yes, I’m sure her stuffed bear collection is riveting.”
I let go of his hands and roll my neck. I don’t like the way he talks about her. I’m enamored by her. She’s real to me. Not some woman that gets around and then runs out our door as soon as light creeps through the blinds. She’s sweet like a bag of candy, and I don’t understand how anyone could be mean to her. I can’t stand not seeing her, and if I had my way, she’d be moving her suitcases in and sleeping on the other side of me in bed at night. I long to curl around her and pull her to my chest while Felix is at my back, warm and hard.
“You haven’t given her a chance.”
“I can’t guarantee I will. Can’t you accept that maybe she isn’t the one we’ve been waiting for?”
I pull my mustache trimmer out of the drawer and flip it on. “If you’d give her a chance, she might be. Either way, I want to date her. If she isn’t someone you think you can connect with, will you at least allow me to see her?”
He pulls away and stares at me. “You want to keep her separate? Like we have some open relationship or something?”
“You’re not listening, and I feel like I’m talking in fucking circles, Felix. I love you. You’re my person. But we both want someone else. I guess we didn’t think it through that agreeing on that person would be harder than we thought.”
The buzz of the clippers muffles his response, but his hands come to my shoulders, and he massages from my neck down to my ass.
I flip off the clipper and toss it on the counter with a frustrated grunt. “I guess we didn’t think about if we’d both jive with the person we brought into the relationship. It never seemed like you were in a hurry.”
“I’m not. That’s why I think we should wait.” He brushes a couple mustache hairs off the front of my chest and presses a kiss to my back. “Someone may come along that we both fall for. ”
“I don’t know if lightning always strikes that way with one person, much less with two people involved. Can’t you trust me that I’ll pick someone amazing and then you give her a try to see if you can become friends with her?”
“You’re asking to date her without me?”
“I want to get to know her. If I click with her romantically, I want you to give her a chance.”
His eyes droop, and my heart clenches in my chest. “Will you still make time for me? For us?”
“Of course. I love you so much.”
Felix meets my eyes in the mirror, and they darken as I watch. A shadow passes over his face, and his jaw hardens, but it’s not in anger. I know that look.
He places one more small kiss on the nape of my neck, and then I can’t see him as he disappears behind my shoulders, kissing his way down the middle of my back until he reaches my tailbone. He swirls his tongue over the spot just above the waistband of my own briefs.
Without waiting for direction, I bend over the sink as Felix ruthlessly shoves my underwear down my legs. I step out of them in compliance when they reach my ankle, and I stay bent over at the waist as Felix places one hand on my back, holding me in position.
With the other hand, he taps my inner thigh, a silent direction to widen my stance. My hand comes to my hardening dick in anticipation of what I’m going to get. I’ve been with Felix long enough to know that he knows exactly what to do to me to get his way.
He won’t get it this time. I’ll let him have his night with me, but I’ll still bring her a cookie, a magazine, or even a flower tomorrow. He won’t control me this way. But the key to Felix has always been to let him think he gets what he wants but let him think it’s his idea when my plan works out.
My own plan is to get Felix used to Nicole, have him around her until he can’t stand it anymore, and let him feel like a genius when he realizes he likes her too.
And damned if I’m not falling for her hard.
But right now, I’m going to let Felix lick my asshole while I jerk off in the sink.
His hand at my back playfully taps me, a silent command to stay. Felix and I switch the dominant role regularly, both of us wanting to be in charge. It’s a compromise on many nights, and it’s another reason we need a woman. A woman like Nicole, who is obviously submissive, would cater to both of our desires to be in charge. She’d fit into our relationship like apple in pie, but Felix is too stubborn to see it.
I widen even further, and Felix pulls my ass cheeks apart. The cold air hits my asshole, and I shiver as the draft feels like it moves up my spine. Felix’s warm breath replaces it, and he chuckles, lightly blowing into me.
“Awfully eager tonight, Dex. Are you already hard for me?” he mumbles .
“Yes,” I grunt. I want his mouth on me because I know what he’s capable of.
I roll my hips into the counter under me, hoping I can accidentally hit his lips or tongue in the process. He laughs again, and I wish I could get a good angle to fist his hair and punish him for making me wait.
Slowly and agonizingly, he runs his warm tongue from my balls to my tailbone. “Is that what you want?”
“Stop punishing me.”
He spits on my asshole, and it dribbles down my balls before dripping to the floor. I don’t close my legs or even mind there will be a mess later.
“Do you think your little farm girl can rim you the way you like?” he taunts.
“If we teach her.”
He chuckles into my ass cheeks before flicking his tongue over my puckered hole. A moan slips from my mouth. “But you’re the best at it,” I whisper. “Always have been.”
He hums appreciatively as he circles his hands around my trunk and pulls me to him. I fist my cock and jerk it like a feral man while he licks, sucks, and flicks his tongue, rotating between my balls and my asshole. Each time he reaches my asshole, I breathe into the electric pleasure moving through my body.
I writhe against the counter, and I grimace at the bruises I’ll have on my thighs from his fingers tomorrow. Pointing my dick over the sink, I wince when Felix gives my asshole one last kiss before licking up my back. I watch him reach for the lube we keep in the bathroom drawer, and I close my eyes as he grips my shoulders and inches into me.
I roll my head back and rest my face against his neck, smelling his cologne. It’s such a familiar smell, and my balls tighten at what that smell so close to me means. I associate his smell with long nights in bed, his cock inside of me or him bent below me and opening himself to me.
We have sex regularly, usually with me as top, but I’m used to him playing pitcher when he has the rare urge. We know how far we can take each other, and Felix swivels his hips, waiting patiently as I adjust for him. I bite my lip at the slight pain, but it’s certainly not the first time he’s taken me for a ride.
After a few deep breaths, Felix pushes me over the sink again, grips my hips, and meets my eyes in the mirror. “She may get a share of your mind and heart if you choose her, but nobody can take this ass. Mine. Understand? Just like mine is yours.”
I nod. “Yours.”
He pulls back and then bucks into me softly, still being gentle. My hand fists my cock again as the sound of his thighs hitting my buttocks cracks through the silence. My other hand goes to the mirror, supporting us, lest I be pushed into it. The frame rattles, but it doesn’t fall.
“So warm around me, Dex,” Felix moans. He runs his tongue over my shoulders, nips at my skin, and then licks his way up the back of my neck .
His eyes are closed, but I wish he’d open them. Look at me. I watch him in the mirror as his mouth opens in rapture. His head lolls when it isn’t leaning against me.
I jerk my cock as one of his hands moves over my torso. “That’s it. Get yourself off for me. Let me hear you say my name,” he coos.
I know why he wants to hear me call his name. It’s not hers. I don’t know how I can get him to accept Nicole with this huge chip of jealousy on his shoulder, but if he needs me to call out his name when he fucks me to prove he’s still special to me, I’ll do it.
My stomach tightens as his cock rubs my prostate, and Felix feels it too. He moans and utters a string of cuss words as his thighs tighten against my buttocks. When my balls contract, he pulls out and thumps his dick against me twice before releasing a warm fountain of cum on my lower back. The sound of it dripping onto the floor and the sound of his whining pleasure pushes me over the edge, and I unload into the sink, my cock twitching in my hand as my eyes flutter closed.
I call his name like he asked. It’s the only name I’ve called out in bed for years, so it flows off my tongue without thought. A reflex.
When I’m spent, Felix pulls me to his chest and kisses my neck one last time. “I love you. See her if you must, but nothing will change us. I won’t allow it.”
“She’s meant to fit into our lives, not come between us. ”
“We’ll see,” Felix says before playfully smacking my ass and stepping into our shower.