Chapter 26 - Felix #2
I parted my lips, and he slipped his fingers into my mouth. The sugar dissolved instantly, leaving behind the taste of cinnamon and Kit. I swirled my tongue around his fingertips, cleaning away every trace of sweetness.
His breath hitched.
The sugar was long gone, but I kept his fingers in my mouth anyway, watching his pupils dilate as I sucked gently on them. His free hand gripped my hip, and his breathing turned ragged.
“Felix,” he whispered, and there was something desperate in the way he said my name that made heat coil low.
I released his fingers with a soft pop, but before I could say anything, his mouth was on mine, urgent and hungry, and all I could think was more, more, more.
He broke away, bringing his mouth to my ear to murmur. “Do you still want to—”
I nodded so rapidly I nearly gave myself whiplash, trying to transmit every desperate yes through the movement even though my stomach was doing acrobatics that would make Freddy jealous.
“Because we don’t have to,” Kit said.
“I know. You’ve told me that approximately one billion times.”
“Oi,” Kit said, slapping my thigh. “Where’s all this sass suddenly coming from?”
“Must be the single glass of wine,” I said, fighting back a smirk. “Or maybe I’m finally comfortable enough to show you what a nightmare I can actually be.”
Kit’s eyes blazed molten. “Good,” he growled, and suddenly his arms slid under my knees and back, lifting me clean off his lap.
I squealed—an embarrassingly high-pitched sound. “Kit! Put me down!”
“Nah,” he said, striding towards the bedroom whilst I made a theatrical show of struggling against his grip.
“This is physical assault!”
“You can file a complaint with my boss if you want.”
He kicked open the bedroom door and tossed me onto his bed like I weighed nothing. I bounced once, twice, and then something was fluttering through the air around me in the dim light spilling from the hallway. Soft things, dozens of them, settling on the duvet and my hoodie.
It took me a moment to realise what they were.
“Rose petals? Really?” Laughter burst from my chest as I scooped up a handful of them and flung them at Kit’s face. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Sorry that I wanted it to be perfect,” he said, brushing pink petals from his hair with a sheepish expression.
“Look, I’m allergic to this stuff.”
“Flowers?”
“No. Romance,” I said, even though my heart was squeezing so tightly I could barely breathe.
Kit moved towards the bed, climbing up and positioning himself over me, his elbows braced on either side of my head so he completely covered me. His face hovered inches from mine, close enough that I could count his eyelashes in the half-light.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “You know, I think you’re lying. I think you secretly love it very much.”
His hand trailed down my body to rest at my waist.
“Love being spoiled,” he murmured.
I said nothing, my throat too tight for words.
“Being taken care of.” His hand slid around to my lower back.
I tried to make myself protest, to maintain some shred of dignity, but all that came out was a whine because Kit’s hand slipped down to my ass and squeezed.
“Being treated like a princess.”
“P-princess?” I half laughed, as heat prickled my cheeks.
“Don’t deny it.”
I tried to deny it, I really did, but Kit’s hand was already at the button of my jeans, fingers working it open. The soft pop of the metal through fabric made me gasp.
“Maybe I need to show you exactly how princesses get treated,” he murmured against my throat.
A sound escaped me—something between a whimper and a plea, embarrassingly desperate even to my own ears.
My hips lifted themselves up of their own accord, and Kit wiggled my jeans down my legs until they joined the rose petals on the floor. The cool air swept against my bare skin, a tingly shiver prickling up my leg.
“Can you get naked too?” I blurted out, my face burning.
Kit’s laugh was warm and fond. “With pleasure.”
He sat back on his heels, pulling his cardigan over his head in one smooth motion, then his shirt.
Kit clearly knew me well enough to leave the bedroom light off—the soft glow from the corridor was more than enough.
I lost my train of thought completely, transfixed by the play of hallway light across Kit’s shoulders, the way shadows carved out the definition of his chest and stomach.
Scars crisscrossed his torso—some thin and faded, others more pronounced, but they only made him more beautiful somehow, proof of everything he’d survived.
“You okay?” he asked, pausing with his hands at his belt.
“I don’t look like you,” I said stupidly, suddenly hyperaware of my skinny frame, my complete lack of any muscle definition.
“Thank fuck for that. I don’t want competition.” His grin was wicked. “I just want you to ogle me.”
He leaned down, running his hand over my soft stomach before pressing a kiss just below my ribs. “I love your body. It’s perfect, just the way it is.” Another kiss, lower this time. “Though you do still need to learn how to run for more than five minutes without having an asthma attack.”
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Way to kill the mood.”
Kit chuckled, standing to shed his jeans whilst I shrugged out of my hoodie and T-shirt. Soon we were both down to our underwear, with the sight of Kit’s body in nothing but tight white briefs making my heart thump wildly.
He climbed back on top of me, settling his weight carefully between my thighs. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb stroking across my cheekbone.
“I have a confession,” he said softly.
My heart stuttered. “Yeah?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since I met you. It felt like cheating.”
I inhaled sharply. What?! “Oh… wow. That’s… wow.” No pressure, then. “Well, I hope I’m worth all that wait.”
“Felix.” Kit’s gaze locked onto mine, unwavering. “I would have waited a thousand eternities for you.”
My throat closed up, skin prickling hot everywhere he touched me. I swallowed hard. This was almost too much—too romantic, too overwhelming, too perfect.
What did I do to deserve the affection of a man as lovely as this?
“Um… thanks?”
Kit’s laughter boomed through the bedroom, rich and delighted. “You don’t need to thank me. It wasn’t a selfless act. But I’m so, so glad I waited now.” He pierced me with his gaze. “Though the reason I’m telling you this is that I wondered if you wanted to use a condom or not.”
I froze for a moment, my poor brain scrambling to make the decision.
“I guess not, then?”
“Okay.” He smiled at me, all teeth, almost wolfishly. This was definitely the right answer. “If that’s what you want.”
Kit leaned down to press soft kisses up my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
He was obsessed with my neck—we’d probably give Seb and Flynn a run for their money in that department.
The love bite he’d given me when we had sex in my lair lasted almost an entire week, and while it had been mortifying trying to hide it, there was something about secretly carrying his mark that made me giddy.
I’d caught myself touching it constantly, remembering the intensity of that moment, the way he’d sucked and nipped at my skin like he wanted to brand me as his.
Kit hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, pausing to meet my eyes.
At my nod, he slid them down my legs, and I kicked them off somewhere into the darkness.
His own followed a moment later, then Kit shuffled down the bed, his mouth moving straight to my cock.
I gasped as his tongue flicked over the head.
We’d done this enough times now that I was well acquainted with the sensation—Kit’s tongue mapping every ridge and vein, the wet heat of him when he took me deeper, the way his throat somehow managed to swallow around me when he did that thing that made me see stars.
Kit always worshipped my cock like it was something sacred, like he’d been put on this earth specifically to drive me out of my mind with pleasure. His hands gripped my thighs as he worked, keeping me exactly where he wanted me whilst his mouth performed absolute magic.
I pressed my hand against the back of his head, and he nuzzled into the touch, humming around my cock in a way that made my hips jerk involuntarily.
But as good as it felt—and it felt incredible—something was nagging at me.
Everything we’d done before this had mainly been about me.
Kit making me feel good, Kit taking care of me, Kit making sure I was comfortable and satisfied.
I’d barely even touched his cock, really.
A few fumbling attempts through fabric, some hesitant strokes, but nothing like what he was doing to me.
“Kit,” I managed, my voice strangled. “Will you let me…”
He pulled off with a wet sound, looking up at me with swollen lips and dark eyes. “You need to say it,” he said, when I hesitated.
My face burned furiously hot. “Will you let me suck you this time?” I blurted out, then immediately wanted to disappear into the mattress.
Kit stared at me in surprise, his mouth falling open slightly. Eventually he said, “Of course. But only for a tiny bit, mind.”
“Why?”
“Because that mouth of yours is divine perfection and I want to come inside you.”
“Oh.” Anticipation threaded through my veins.
“You can have my cock,” he rasped, eyes wide and hungry. “But only if I can taste you at the same time.”
I frowned, trying to work out the logistics of that, and Kit kissed my creased forehead with a soft laugh.
He leaned over and pulled a pillow slightly down the bed, then before I could process what was happening, he’d flipped us so his head was on the pillow and I was lying on top of him. Kit’s hands stroked up and down my back, warm and soothing.
“Turn around,” he murmured against my shoulder.
When I merely blinked in confusion, he guided me with his hands, helping me understand. When his colossal cock was an inch away from my face, it became perfectly clear.