Chapter 22 Kit #4
My hand hovered over the button of his jeans, trembling slightly with anticipation.
“Wait!”
The word froze me completely, before my hand jerked back as if burned.
“Sorry!” Felix said quickly, eyes wide behind his glasses. “It’s just… Look, I gave you that whole list, but I still don’t have any idea what you want.”
“I told you,” I said. “I just want to bring you pleasure.”
“But I want to know what you like,” Felix insisted, cheeks flushing pink. “What you… prefer.”
There was something specific in his tone, a particular weight to the question. I studied his face more carefully. Understanding dawned slowly. He wanted to know if I preferred topping or bottoming.
“Well, not right now, obviously,” I said carefully, watching his expression. “But I’d really love to be inside you one day.”
Felix’s lips parted slightly, his breathing quickening. He nodded slowly, like he’d expected this answer. “Okay.”
“Are you sure? Because—”
He interrupted me by snatching up my hand and pressing it firmly against the bulge in his jeans.
“What happened to the bringing me pleasure thing?” he rasped, challenge sparkling in his eyes.
I had his jeans unbuttoned and down his legs at what surely was the speed of light, my hands shaking with eagerness.
The sight of so much newly exposed Felix made my mouth water—long, honey-toned legs scattered with fine dark hair, the sharp jut of his hipbones, the tantalizing stretch of his black boxer briefs.
I drank in every inch of him, memorising the way his chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his hoodie, the contrast between the soft fabric and his bare legs. The glasses perched on his nose only added to the combination—studious and innocent and absolutely wreckable.
“Remember,” I said, settling more comfortably between his thighs. “All you have to do is sit there and enjoy yourself. We can stop at any time.”
“I won’t want you to stop,” Felix said.
The certainty in his voice ignited something savagely primal in me. “That’s not how this works.” I gave his thigh a light slap—just enough to make him hiss. “Close your eyes if you want,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
Felix immediately allowed his eyes to flutter shut, though he didn’t appear relaxed at all—his hands gripping the arms of the chair like he needed an anchor.
So I started slowly, my palms running up and down his stomach through his hoodie, feeling the muscles jump and quiver under my touch. My fingers found the hem of the fabric and slipped underneath, exploring the warm expanse of skin, mapping every dip and curve.
When I reached the waistband of his briefs, I traced the elastic with one finger, watching goosebumps break out across his stomach. Felix’s hips shifted restlessly, his cock straining visibly against the black fabric, a small wet patch already forming where the head pressed against the cotton.
“Please,” Felix whispered, then immediately bit his lower lip, flushing deeply.
“You can ask for whatever you want,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his hipbone. “I want to hear what you need, sweetheart.”
Felix’s breath hitched, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to open his eyes, but they remained closed, almost stubbornly so, squeezed together.
“You said you wanted my mouth everywhere, is that right?”
He nodded, once.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled down slowly, inch by torturous inch.
His cock sprang free, long and flushed and absolutely perfect.
My mouth went dry at the sight of him—slender and elegant, the head already glistening with moisture, practically begging for my touch. My tongue. My throat.
The dark hair at the base was neatly trimmed. Had he done that for me? For this, right now? The thought sent a dizzying spiral of heat through me.
I reached out with trembling fingers, wrapping my hand around him for the first time. Felix’s cock was hot and heavy in my palm, the skin impossibly velvet soft.
“God,” I breathed, my thumb brushing over the head, spreading the moisture there. Felix whimpered, his hips jerking into my grip.
I started stroking slowly, marvelling at the way he felt in my hand, the way his breath caught with every movement, how his stomach muscles clenched and released with each gentle stroke.
I squeezed gently at his base to ground myself in the moment.
This was Felix. This was real. I finally had him in my hands.
I leaned forward and pressed the softest kiss to the tip of his cock, my lips barely grazing the sensitive skin. Felix’s entire body jolted like I’d given him an electric shock, a sharp intake of breath echoing through his lair.
The taste of him hit my tongue—salty but also so, so sweet—and my wolf went absolutely feral.
Every rational thought scattered as violent need roared through me, demanding more, demanding everything.
I had to grip his thighs to steady myself, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I fought for control.
Two years. Two bloody years I’d been fantasizing about this exact moment, and the reality was so much better than anything my imagination had conjured.
I kissed my way up the length of him, mapping every inch with my mouth, his cock twitching and jumping under my attention. When I reached the head again, I laved my tongue over the flushed tip, collecting more of my precious prize.
Felix made a broken sound above me, his hips shifting restlessly in the chair. The taste of his precum on my tongue sent another wave of desperate hunger through me, and I had to swallow hard to keep myself from doing something ridiculous like growling.
“Oh, Felix,” I whispered against his skin. “You taste incredible.”
I took his head into my mouth properly this time, my lips stretching around his shaft as I sucked gently. The weight of him on my tongue, the way he filled my mouth perfectly—it was everything I’d dreamed of and more.
Felix’s breathing turned erratic above me, each exhale a soft pant that made my own length throb painfully in my jeans. I was desperate to touch myself, to relieve some of the pressure, but I resisted. This was entirely about Felix, and would be for a long, long time yet.
I pulled back slowly, swirling my tongue around his glans before sinking down again, taking more of him this time. The rhythm felt natural, instinctive, like my mouth remembered exactly how to do this despite the years of abstinence.
When I looked up through my lashes, Felix’s head was thrown back against the chair, his mouth fallen open in a perfect “O” of pleasure. The sight of him like that—completely lost, completely at my mercy—almost killed me, there and then.
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him gasp and twitch. I found a rhythm with my mouth and hand, working him slowly, deliberately, paying attention to every hitch in his breathing, every involuntary movement of his hips.
I wanted more. Wanted to give him everything.
I relaxed my throat and pushed forward, taking him deeper despite the way my throat protested. When I swallowed around his head, Felix let out a whimper, his entire body shuddering.
The glasses had slipped slightly down his nose, and I almost wanted to reach up and adjust them, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop what I was doing. He already seemed absolutely ruined, and I’d barely started.
I took him deeper still, pushing past the resistance until he hit the back of my throat properly. My jaw was beginning to ache—I really was out of practice—but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the way Felix was falling apart above me, the way his breathing had turned to desperate pants.
I hummed around him, the vibrations making him cry out sharply. I could feel him shaking, his thighs trembling on either side of my head, and the knowledge that I was doing this to him, that I was the one making him feel this good, almost had me coming into my jeans.
“Kit,” Felix gasped, his voice breaking on my name.
I looked up to find he’d slipped so far down the chair that his ass was barely clinging to the edge, his shoulders pressed flat against the backrest. Any moment now he’d slide straight onto the floor.
With his cock still in my mouth, I hooked my arms under his thighs and lifted, draping his legs over my shoulders. The new position pressed his head firmly against the chair cushion, his neck arched beautifully as he surrendered completely to me.
Felix’s expression loosened—a glassy, trancelike quality washing over his features.
His mouth fell open, breath coming in soft, unsteady pants.
Every muscle in his body seemed to melt, going utterly pliant beneath my touch.
He seemed so relaxed, finally perfectly at peace, like he’d found some sort of blissful oblivion.
Fuck, he was gorgeous like this. Completely undone.
I pulled back until only the tip remained between my lips, then sank down again, taking him as deep as I could manage. My throat stretched around his length, fighting the urge to gag as I swallowed around him. A breathless whine was my reward, Felix’s hips twitching helplessly.
My free hand glided across his stomach beneath his hoodie, feeling the way his entire body was coiling tighter and tighter, muscles jumping under my palm, soft skin damp with perspiration.
I moved my hand lower, tracing his hipbone before sliding around to cup the curve of his ass.
My fingers explored the warm flesh, mapping every contour before finding the crease between his cheeks.
I traced down slowly, teasingly, feeling him shudder beneath my touch.
I pulled off his cock with a wet pop, my lips swollen and slick. “Is this okay?”
Felix made a choked rasp that was half sob, half moan, his entire body arching towards my touch.
Taking that as consent, I pressed one fingertip against his hole—not pushing inside, just applying the barest hint of pressure.