31. Hayworth
THIRTY-ONE
HAYWORTH
Sweat trickles down my forehead, down my eyebrows and into my eyes, blurring my vision. My heart is beating so fast it’s as if it’s going to burst out of my chest any moment now and my breathing threatens to turn erratic. But I’m so close. I’m so close I can almost…
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I shout when my foot crosses the red line and when I collapse there’s no one else to lift me up but him.
Felix crouches to the floor and hands me a bottle of water and a towel.
“That was incredible, Hayworth,” he says. “Congratulations.”
I nod in thanks and drink from the bottle before I spray the rest all over my face.
“Do you need a hand?” he says, reaching for me.
“Just…just give me a minute,” I pant and see Agnes walk up behind him and stand next to Felix.
“Mr. Hayworth,” she says with an almost sweet tone.
It makes me look up at her with a grimace. She never talks to me sweetly. Ever. I’m the thorn in her shoe.
“Congratulations for completing Cupid’s Fun Run and for raising ten thousand dollars for cancer. Here’s your medal.” She bends over and puts a striped red and white ribbon with a medal around my neck and stands above us for a moment, looking back and forth between me and Felix before she hums in satisfaction and walks to the next runner.
“What was that all about?” Felix asks and sits on the ground next to me and helps me take my halo wreath off my head.
“Haven’t you read? Our kiss at the adoption day yesterday made the blog. The blogger is convinced I’m legit in love.”
Felix gasps.
“What on earth gave them that idea?” he asks before he cracks a smile. “I guess Agnes reads the blog?”
“Religiously. And after the way she spoke to me just now, I’d say she believes it.”
“Good,” Felix says, tapping my bare leg. “We were supposed to rehab your image around here with our fake arrangement and I completely dropped the ball on that front.”
“That’s not your fault.” I squint at him. “I made hating love so appealing.”
“Damn right,” Felix answers and slides his hand up a little before someone clears their throat and he pulls away from me, barely able to hold his laugh in. “We should…uhm…we should get going.”
“Yeah, let’s.” I offer him my hand and he helps me up and I straighten my white robe and the wings around my back.
“You look so sexy right now!” Felix says.
“Shut up.”
I might not be so anti-love anymore, but even I find the cupid attire ridiculous. Unfortunately it’s a requirement for all runners, but whatever.
“I can’t wait to take it all off.”
Felix stops in front of me and puts a hand up to my chest.
“Ooh. I can help with that.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“What did you have in mind?”
“The girls are at a playdate, so my house is all clear.”
“But I’m all sweaty.”
Felix’s jaw drops as if he’s surprised before he pokes at me with a finger.
“You know…somehow, that’s better.”
I press my lips together and smile at him as he sets off for his car but before he can get ahead, I grab him by the hand and we walk together, like the kind of cheesy couple I used to mock. But what can I say? Love has won me over, even if Wells isn’t exactly taking it well.
“You know, I miss the days when the girls were my superfans,” I say as we get in the car. “I seem to have lost my luster.”
Felix stares at me.
“Do you want me to go pick them up from their playdate so you feel important?”
“No!” I wince.
He smirks. “Didn’t think so.”
He pulls out of the parking spot and makes his way to his house and barely makes it through the door before I’m onto his lips.
He jumps up and wraps his legs around my hips and I start walking with him in my arms. He guides me into his bedroom while savoring my mouth and neck.
Once we’re inside, he kicks the door closed and I set him down on the bed. His hair looks tangled already and his face flustered, and he looks up at me with a need and hunger that makes me hard in an instant.
He puts his hands up and tugs the white robe free of my body, leaving me dressed only in my underpants but even they don’t make the cut as he quickly disposes of them too, wraps his hand around my cock and drives me into his mouth.
“Fuck, Felix!” I groan and he glances up with a sinful gaze and a full mouth that makes me bite my hand before I can rouse the whole neighborhood.
“I need you, Hayworth,” he rasps and moves back far enough on the bed to allow himself space to get his pants off.
“I need you too,” I reply and I crawl my way up to him. He grabs me by the nape of my neck and pulls me down to his mouth.
My cock pushes against his, the immediate heat of sensitive skin on sensitive skin sending a cold wave down the rest of my body.
“There are condoms in the bottom drawer,” he whispers and I waste no time to locate them.
Only when I open the drawer I find more than condoms. There’s also a dildo and a harness in there. I take a pause and turn to Felix.
“What is that?” I ask.
Felix’s eyes widen and he bites his lip. “Oh. I…I got those for us, but I didn’t get the opportunity to suggest it?—”
“You want to fuck me?” I ask, barely able to contain another groan escaping me and Felix nods eagerly. “I want you to fuck me too.”
I take the harness and dildo out of the drawer and reach for the bottle of lube and help Felix strap on. Moments later I find myself on my back with my legs spread wide open and Felix sitting between them.
My hole is pulsing from the prospect of being topped and I struggle to get my breath under control.
That is until Felix slides two fingers between my ass cheeks and the cold substance sends shivers up my spine, making me gasp for air.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I nod. “Do you like that?”
“So much,” I croak and clear my throat.
Felix towers over me as he guides his fingers around my ring of muscle and kisses me just as he pushes into me and traps my gasp in his mouth.
My hole tightens around his fingers and he pulls them out, traces circles around my ring and pushes them back in, this time deeper, past the external muscle and through to the internal muscles that relax to receive him.
My cock twitches and Felix sits back so he can massage it while he stretches my ass and I turn weak and breathless like he’s never seen me before.
“Are you okay?” he stops and asks.
“I…I am. You’re torturing me though,” I tell him and he smiles.
“Am I?”
I nod.
“Well, in that case now you know how I feel when you tease me with those.” He lets go of my cock and reaches for my fingers and drives two of them into his mouth. My stomach clenches, my hole tightens and a cry builds out of my lips that bounces off the walls.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” he answers and crawls back enough to take my cock in his mouth as he adds another finger in me.
“I will if you don’t fuck me right now.” It comes out more like a plea than a warning but it’s the best I can do under the circumstances.
Not that it deters Felix who keeps sucking me off and fingering me until I threaten to spill.
He lets go of my cock and turns all his attention to my ass. He applies more lube on his fingers and slips a fourth finger up inside me and I’m left grabbing onto the sheets, the pillows, the headboard, anything that can help me withstand this torment and not bust.
“Ready?” He pulls his fingers out and strokes the dildo on his groin, spreading the lube onto every inch of the silicone and I watch him.
My hole twitches as he lines up against me then he grabs my waist as he pushes inside with slow, measured moves that make me pant more than I did during and after the 5K I’ve just run.
As his cockhead breaches my internal muscle and I moan in an effort to control both pain and pleasure, he slides his hands up and down my chest and waist, leaving electric sparks across my skin. His eyes are pinned to mine and I watch them get closer, and closer, until he’s lying on top of me, his cock all the way inside me and he swallows all my moans as if they’re his lifeline.
I wrap my legs around his hips and hold him there, limiting his thrusts by keeping him all the way in and I work my tongue inside his mouth. His response sends pulse after pulse of pleasure down my body but it’s his eyes that send me reeling. His gaze.
It’s focused, determined and so damn dominating. It sends me spiraling. My knees go weak. My toes curl and my throat tightens. My entire body goes beyond my control, a servant to his whims and thrusts and there’s nothing I can do. Nothing I want to do but deliver myself to him, let him do what he pleases for as long as he pleases.
He can do what he damn well pleases to me and I’d still say thank you in the end.
Because it’s him.
He’s the puzzle piece I’ve been missing all this time, when I was trying to figure out my life and my purpose in this world.
It’s him I’ve been missing whenever I watched Heartstopper , or any other romance movie and pretended it wasn’t what I wanted to have.
It’s him I’ve been craving on lonely nights when release wasn’t enough to put me to sleep.
It’s him my heart has been needing and I never even knew it.
I only found out after I met him and even then I still refused to see the truth, blinded by my past and hurt.
But I’m blind no more.
I see him now.
I see his heart.
He’s the one for me.
The only one I ever want to be with for the rest of my life.
I just have to wait until he sees it too. But until then, I know my heart will beat only for him.
And it’s with this realization that I blink back to the here and now, with him deep inside me and his weight on top of me. It’s with this realization the heat inside me builds up to an untamable inferno that pushes at every extremity and makes me catch my breath before it unleashes out of me in a long, drawn-out groan that makes me feel wasted and in bliss.
“What…what was that?” I ask, barely able to catch my breath.
Felix chuckles. “That? I think that was a prostate orgasm. Is it your first?” He looks down and I do the same to confirm there’s no cum on my stomach.
“Fuck. Yeah. I think so. I…I feel?—”
“Good?”
“Beyond good,” I answer and wrap my arm around him so I can kiss him again.
“You know the good thing about prostate orgasms?” he mumbles when I let go.
“What?”
“You can have as many in a row as you want.”
“Hm…I hear a challenge,” I say.
“Me too,” he answers. “Are you up to the task, sailor?”
Was I ready to be fucked into oblivion by the most wonderful man I’d ever met without needing time to recuperate?
What kind of question is that?
“Aye aye, captain.”
Felix smiles and readjusts his knees, his cock rubbing against something inside me that makes me flinch and whimper and yet my cock is still throbbing.
“Then brace yourself, Mr. Hayworth. Because you’re in for quite a ride,” he says and thrusts his hips so he drives himself deeper inside me and I gasp.
“I’m ready,” I tell him and it’s nothing but the truth. The whole truth.