Chapter 22 Kit #5
His cock pulsed violently in my hand, his face contorting in ecstasy. Quickly, I dove back down, sealing my mouth around him just as he came, flooding my mouth with his release. The taste hit me like a drug—that exquisite saltiness.
When the last tremors subsided, my wolf took over completely.
Frenzied and breathless, I licked and sucked every trace of cum from his skin, wanting to get as much of him inside me as possible.
Long, thick strokes of my tongue cleaned his softening cock, tiny nips to his thighs keeping my wolf satisfied as I marked him with my scent.
“I think… I think you’ve got it all,” Felix said shakily.
I reluctantly pulled back, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his softening cock. “If you’ll let me,” I said, voice rough and wrecked. “I’d like to taste you a little longer. Or a lot longer, if that’s what it takes.”
Felix’s eyes fluttered open, pupils blown gloriously wide. “Oh,” he breathed. “But what about you?”
I glanced down at the painful bulge straining against my jeans, then back up at his flushed face. “The longer I deny myself, the better it’ll be when I finally let go.”
Without waiting for his response, I leaned forward and took his cock back into my mouth, feeling it twitch against my tongue. Felix made a soft sound of surprise, his legs still draped over my shoulders as I settled in for what I hoped would be a very long time.
I started slowly this time, just holding him in the warmth of my mouth, letting my tongue trace lazy patterns along his length. Felix’s breathing gradually evened out, his body melting back into the chair as I stroked his thigh absently with my free hand.
His cock remained soft, but I could feel the tiny stirrings of renewed interest with each gentle pass of my tongue.
Felix’s eyes fell shut again, that same blissful expression washing over his features.
Soft, unconscious sounds escaped his lips—barely audible sighs and the occasional whispered breath that made my own cock throb mercilessly.
He almost looked like he could stay here forever, letting me worship him with my mouth while the world continued spinning outside his lair.
It didn’t take long—maybe fifteen minutes of patient attention—before he started hardening again in my mouth. Not that I minded. I would have happily stayed there all day, feeling him grow heavy on my tongue, listening to those gorgeous little sounds he made.
My own erection never flagged. Not a chance my cock would deflate with Felix’s cock in my mouth, the taste of him still coating my tongue, his vanilla scent surrounding me completely.
When he was fully hard again, I picked up the pace, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him properly. Felix’s hips began moving restlessly, small instinctive thrusts that made my wolf purr with satisfaction.
His second orgasm built slower, more gradually, but when it hit, his entire body arched off the chair with a ragged cry. He gave me less this time, only a few drops of salty sweetness that I swallowed greedily, but the intensity seemed to wreck him completely, his glasses slipping sideways.
I finally pulled off, pressing gentle kisses to his inner thighs as he came down from the high.
“I want to help you now,” Felix said, shyly.
I looked up at his flushed face, taking in the way his hair stuck to his forehead with perspiration, the way his glasses sat crooked on his nose. He looked absolutely boneless, like he might slide right off the chair if I let go of him.
“You want to touch me?” I asked, running my hands up his thighs.
Felix nodded, then hesitated, cheeks darkening further. “I mean—I don’t know if I’ll be good at it.”
“Hey.” I pressed a kiss to his hipbone. “You don’t need to do anything.
Just let me look at you, yeah? Let me use your gorgeous body to get myself off.
” The words came out rougher than I intended, my wolf bleeding through.
“That’s all I need, sweetheart. You’ve already made me so desperate I could come just from looking at you. ”
Felix’s breath hitched, and something shifted in his expression—uncertainty giving way to curious heat. “Really?”
“Really.” I stood slowly, helping him to his feet. His legs trembled, and I caught him around the waist, feeling the way his body melted against mine. “I have an idea. But only if you want to.”
“What kind of idea?” He said breathlessly.
I walked him backward towards his desk, my hands never leaving his waist. “I want to bend you over this desk.” I watched his pupils blow wider. “Want to slide my cock between these perfect thighs while you just lie there and let me worship every inch of you. Would you like that?”
Felix swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” I murmured against his ear as we reached the desk. “Just stay right where I put you and look pretty. Think you can manage that?”
He nodded frantically, and I carefully moved his keyboard out of the way, knowing how meticulous Felix kept everything in here.
Then, with deliberate gentleness, I turned Felix around and pressed him forward until his chest met the cool surface. He went without resistance, letting me position him however I wanted—completely compliant, trusting.
His arms folded beneath his head, cushioning his cheek against the hard surface as I shrugged out of my jeans with fumbling hands. My cock sprang free, painfully hard and leaking, desperate for attention after watching Felix shatter twice.
“You look incredible like this,” I said, running my hands over the curve of his ass. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? How many times I’ve imagined having you exactly like this?”
Felix made a small sound, half embarrassed, half pleased.
“I’m going to make you all messy,” I warned. “Going to mark your skin so you’ll feel me for days. Would you like that, sweetheart? Want me to claim every inch of this beautiful body?”
“Please,” Felix whispered.
Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to the ridge of his spine. He shuddered as I let saliva pool, then drip, watching it slide between his cheeks.
The sight nearly made me come on the spot—Felix in his glasses bent over his desk, my spit marking him as mine.
Christ, he was gorgeous like this: all smooth skin and delicate bones, the elegant curve of his spine leading down to those perfect rounded cheeks that I still couldn’t believe I was allowed to touch.
His hair spilled across the desk surface, and he was so trusting, so willing, letting me position him exactly how I wanted, that I had to grip the base of my cock hard to keep from losing control immediately.
My arm circled his waist, steadying him as I nestled between the sweet curves of his ass. Soft flesh pressed against my cock, warm and yielding under my touch. The head of my cock caught ever so slightly against his hole for one electric moment before sliding higher.
“Felix.” His name tore from my throat as I began moving. Slick heat. Soft flesh giving way. The obscene sounds of skin on skin. Everything narrowed to this—the wet slide, the way he pushed back tentatively, the fire climbing higher and higher inside me with each thrust.
“That’s it,” I gasped. “Just like that. You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.”
What I would give for this to last an eternity, but I was already doomed, my balls drawing up tight against my body, that familiar heat coiling low. My restraint stretched gossamer-thin all too soon.
“Can I come on you? Like this?”
He moved his head against the desk in what might have been a nod.
“Felix?” I needed to hear it. Needed him to say it.
“Yes!” he gasped, the word punched out of him. “Please, Kit.”
That single word snapped the last of my control.
The arm wrapped around him hauled him upright, and my mouth latched onto the side of his throat, sucking hard, scraping my teeth against his delicate skin as I thrust frantically between his cheeks.
His whimpers, his taste, the perfect friction—a symphony of sensation crashed over me in waves.
Release tore through me like lightning, my roar echoing off the walls as I erupted across his lower back. Hot cum splattered his skin, dripping down his thighs, binding us together as my mouth remained glued to his throat, teeth worrying the tender flesh.
Felix trembled beneath me, words dissolving into broken sounds I couldn’t parse. My wolf had seized control completely—nothing existed except the need to mark, to claim, to ensure anyone who came near would know exactly who he belonged to.
When I finally dragged my mouth away, the beautiful purple bruise blooming on his neck darkened deeper and deeper. A satisfied growl rumbled through my chest—the same one I’d been choking back for two bloody years finally set free. Felix shivered at the sound, pressing closer.
We collapsed to the floor, Felix melting against me as I gathered him close. I wrapped my cardigan around his shaking form, cocooning him between soft wool and my skin. His glasses lay abandoned on the carpet, forgotten.
Time blurred. His breathing slowly steadied against my chest, though aftershocks still rippled through him. I buried my face in his hair—his scent now thoroughly mixed with mine, marked and claimed.
“Are you okay?”
Felix made a soft, contented sound against my chest, his fingers clutching the hem of my cardigan. “I… I didn’t know it could be like that,” he murmured, voice croaky.
A laugh rumbled through me. “Just wait until I get you properly naked in a bed.” I glanced at the two cameras in opposite corners of his lair, their red lights gleaming judgingly down at us. “You can scrub that footage, right?”
“Yes. I’ll do it straight away.”
“Well…” I said. “If you want to send it to my phone, first, I wouldn’t say no…”
“Kit!” Felix swatted my chest, but he was laughing.
The sound of heavy footsteps on the other side of the basement made me gasp.
I caught the familiar thread of the bond I shared with Rory.
“Fuck, it’s Rory,” I hissed. “Back from Hackney already.”
The footsteps paused directly outside Felix’s door.
“Kit? Felix?” Rory’s voice carried clearly through the thin walls.
My mind raced. We were both half naked, covered in sweat and other things, and the air in here reeked of sex. If he so much as cracked open that door…
“Just reviewing something with Felix,” I called out, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I felt. Then, before Rory could respond with what I knew would be a barrage of questions, I added quickly, “You can finish all that food on the table.”
The immediate sound of Rory’s feet scampering away—literally scampering, like an excited puppy—would have made me laugh under any other circumstances.
Felix groaned softly and started to push himself up. “We should—”
“Wait,” I whispered, so quietly the word barely had sound. “One more kiss.”
His eyes widened, but he leaned up without hesitation. Our lips met in the softest, quietest, most careful kiss imaginable—barely a whisper of contact, silent and sweet and perfect.
Felix smiled against my mouth, and something inside me imploded supernova with happiness.