Chapter 14
Kellan
H oly shit.
Whatever I’d thought would happen when I chose to drive over to Felix’s with the pastries, this wasn’t it.
I grabbed the cupcake and wondered about the universe. Because what would be more symbolic than Felix’s favorite cupcake changing from something dark into something kind of cheerful looking while the man himself was loosening up a little.
Following Felix to the bedroom was easy. He’d pulled his pants up and walked in his usual stiff way, but there was still a hint of that post orgasmic looseness in him, too.
Part of me had thought he’d kick me out immediately after the stellar as fuck blowjob. I knew he’d had no plans of ever getting that far with me again. I’d expected to be told to leave after I told him I wanted more, but there I was, walking into his bedroom with the sparkly cupcake in my hand, while my dick flopped around because I’d left my pants behind.
I snickered, and Felix turned his head to glance at me.
“What?”
I just gestured at myself with the cupcake, and he grinned briefly.
He was still holding back so damn much. I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to let people close and thought that having fun and being positive around someone would mean they’d get ideas , or if it was him not wanting to feel happier. I imagined he hadn’t let himself truly feel that in a very long time.
Maybe he’d forgotten how? Well, I’d help him, whether he wanted that or not. Because he still hadn’t said no.
Felix stopped by his bed and glanced at me again. He was so damn hard to read sometimes, but if I had to hazard a guess, I would’ve said he was apprehensive and waiting for me to run as soon as he wasn’t “enough” for me in bed. He was trying to get it over with, because he thought disappointing me now would drive me away and then he could get back to his solitary living. It was as if he didn’t know me at all.
He didn’t know me well, but if he’d thought about what he did know about me, he’d soon understand that I wasn’t shallow. He expected the happy go lucky, cock hungry twink I’d been five years ago. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved sex, but I’d since learned there was so much more to it that I enjoyed than just being railed to kingdom come.
“Get on the bed,” I told him, my bossy side surfacing for a moment. Mostly, because I could tell he was getting tired of standing. “Maybe lose the pants first.”
Snorting, Felix did as I said, but when he sat on the edge of the bed to move to a more comfortable position, it was clear he felt awkward.
I averted my gaze to give him room and put the cupcake on the bedside table. Then I busied myself by pulling off my T-shirt and dropping it over the footboard of the bed. I didn’t want it on the floor where Felix might stumble over it.
As I turned around, he was already reclining against the headboard. I gave him a onceover, loving that I was allowed to look. Then I realized how awkward he felt. He was looking anywhere but at me, and he had curled his fingers into fists at his sides, as if keeping himself from what? From covering himself?
“Jesus, you are stunning,” I murmured. His gaze snapped into mine, and I smiled. “What? You are.”
He scoffed, but I could see a blush spreading on his cheeks.
I moved to kneel on the bed, then asked, “Can I straddle you without hurting you?”
Felix cleared his throat, then nodded. “Yeah. That won’t hurt if you stay around my hips.”
“I can do that,” I murmured, lifting one leg over him as I settled on top of him and smiled again. “Hi.”
He smiled back, this time unable to keep himself from showing his emotions. I leaned toward the bedside table to grab the cupcake, and he automatically grabbed my hips to balance me.
I wanted to sigh, feeling him touch me again. I’d waited five years for this.
As I settled on him again, I held up the cupcake. “Now, just so you know, I don’t actually like messing with food in bed.”
“I sense a but,” Felix replied, smiling slightly.
I flexed my ass. “You better fucking sense a butt,” I snarked, then grinned at his eye rolling. “I want to—” I cut myself off, then turned the cupcake upside down, and quickly dabbed it on each of his nipples.
Felix looked almost scandalized for a moment, then he started to laugh. Mission accomplished.
I held the cupcake out to him. “Hold on to that.”
Then I carefully backed away—it wasn’t easy to be this tall sometimes—without putting any weight on his legs, and latched onto one of his nipples.
Felix made an almost pained sound, and when I looked up, his eyes were closed and his hand was about to crush the cupcake.
I bit down, then released, licked, and lifted my mouth. “Put the cupcake away before you squish it.”
He reached over to put it back on the bedside table, which brought his other nipple closer to my mouth, so I did the only thing I could.
The way his cock jerked underneath me was gratifying.
When I lifted my head again, Felix chuckled.
“What?” I raised a brow.
“You have glitter on your mouth.”
I moved forward again, lowering myself on top of his cock, and leaned in. I kissed him before he had time to do anything about it.
It was more of a smearing of my lips around his at first. Then his arms wrapped around me, one hand going to my ass and squeezing hard enough to make me groan with the spike of pleasure pain.
I opened my mouth to him, letting go of the reins as easily as I had in the kitchen. This was the Felix that was so intoxicating to me. He took control of me and made me heel like nobody had ever done, before him or after.
Something about him just pushed me in just the right way to topple some part of my psyche over in the best of ways. Then I’d lie there, helpless and submissive, ready to do whatever he asked of me while feeling completely safe under his power.
I shifted my hips ever so slightly, rubbing over his cock that was filling underneath me. Mine was getting there, too. All I needed was Felix touching me for that to happen. Hell, over the past five years, all I’d needed were memories of our weekend together.
I pulled my lips from his to take in a deep breath. “Can I ride you?” I asked, still breathless.
Felix smirked. “I think that could be allowed.”
He reached to grab the lube from the bedside table drawer and handed it to me. There was a box of condoms I could see.
“No,” I said quickly. “Unless you want one. I….” In case this was the only time I’d feel him, I needed him bare.
Felix looked at me, hand hovering over the box. “Are you sure?”
Nodding, I gave him a smile I hoped wasn’t too vulnerable. “Yes.”
He watched me for a few beats, then pulled his hand back, without the box.
I held up the lube. “How do you want to do this?”
Smirking, he crossed his wrists behind his head and settled to watch. “Give me a show, honey.”
He kept using that word without realizing it. It made me feel things I wasn’t ready to feel when things were on such uneven ground.
A shiver ran through me when he raised a brow at me as if to say get to it already.
“Can I turn around for a better view?” I asked casually, tearing my eyes off his face to give him room for the realization of what I was asking.
He tensed under me for a moment, but relaxed almost immediately. “That’s fine.”
I repositioned myself, then backed up a little so I could fish his cock out from under me. I poured some lube on my hand, then wrapped around his cock and stroked a few times.
Felix let out a choked sound, then smacked my ass. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”
I whimpered, then put some more lube on my fingers and reached behind myself. “Can I put a hand on your thigh for support?” The words turned into a moan as I breached myself.
“About halfway down, yeah.” His voice was huskier now, and I could almost feel his eyes where I was touching myself.
I carefully placed my free hand, then pushed two fingers deeper inside my ass, knowing that he’d like the pained hiss I let out. I wasn’t much of a masochist, but some pain was just icing on a big cake.
He watched me quietly for a moment, then ground out, “Add a third.”
I pulled my hand back and added lube, then pushed three fingers inside as deep as I could. Both of us made a sound at that; his was a groan and mine more like a pained whine that quickly morphed into a moan.
“Ride your fingers,” Felix commanded, and all I could do was what he told me to.
My head fell back as I moved, undulating my hips, my wrist getting sore from the awkward angle, but I couldn’t stop until he told me to.
“Enough.” I felt him grab my wrist and pull. “Turn around.”
I maneuvered myself around, then lifted the lube questioningly.
He nodded, so I put some on my hand and slicked his cock again. Then I shifted forward and held his erection just so.
Felix smiled. “Good boy,” he murmured, and my whole body erupted in goosebumps. “Go on.”
I sat down, letting the thick head breach my hole. Even with three fingers, it felt different taking him, and I couldn’t have stayed quiet if I wanted to.
“I forgot how vocal you are in bed,” Felix said, the words coming out a bit choked up as I bottomed out.
Staying still, I put my hands on his chest and looked at him. I felt so fucking full, and I closed my eyes as I exhaled through the sting.
“This,” I gasped out, “is what literal dreams are made of. I don’t wanna wake up.” I’d woken up so many times in the past.
Again, goosebumps appeared, and I made to lift myself, then opened my eyes and looked at Felix. “Can I move?”
He nodded, grabbed my ass with both hands, and reached to feel where his cock was buried. “Go on.”
I lifted up, slowly, then slid back down. Again and again and again. My body wanted to move faster, to chase this high, and Felix read that somehow.
“Stop.” His tone was that dominant rumble I had missed so much, and it made me stop halfway up his cock.
My thighs were burning a little. It wasn’t as if I did this on a regular basis. I panted for breath, holding myself up as he squeezed my ass roughly. I hoped I would have fingerprint bruises on my pale skin tomorrow. I wished I’d have them every day, but I wasn’t that lucky.
I began to tremble, my thighs feeling it now. But he hadn’t said to move, so I didn’t.
Then a tremor ran through my lower body, and my ass clenched, making us both groan at the same time.
“Sorry!” I looked at him, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to.”
Felix smiled. “I know. You can move now.” Then, as if it wasn’t the best thing I’d heard since “good boy” he added, “Well done.”
I whined as I slid down again. Then up and back down. I was getting tired, my thighs burned .
He must’ve sensed the discomfort, seen it on my face, because he grabbed my waist. “Stop.”
I did, this time with him buried deep. I breathed hard, swiped a hand across my sweaty chest and down. I was almost surprised when I touched my cock. Somehow, I had concentrated so much that I’d missed how hard I was.
As I looked down, my dick throbbed in my hand. “Holy crap,” I managed to say.
Felix chuckled. “I’ve been watching you leak precum on me for minutes now, Kellan,” his tone was gently amused. “Do you have a bit more in your thighs? Get me off but don’t come yet.”
I let go of myself, put my hands back on his chest and whimpered as I lifted my lips. My hole was so sensitive, and my thighs were almost done with this exercise.
I leaned forward to kiss him, and he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me closer, taking that kiss and then some as he squeezed my cock with the other hand.
“Move,” he ordered, releasing my neck but not my erection that was purple and weeping in his grasp.
I began to ride him in earnest, moving up and down his shaft as fast as I could while keeping a steady rhythm. I tried to use my inner muscles to give him more pleasure, hoping that he’d come before my thighs gave out.
I moved to lean my hands on his thighs, let my head fall back, and rode him with everything I got. He let go of my cock and I whined, then felt his cock jerk inside me and I knew he was coming.
The sounds he made were the sweetest music, and so, so familiar. He sounded different from the kitchen, more wild and gravelly. Then I heard him hiss and he pulled me forward by my hips, before manhandling me to the side in a way that made my stomach swoop.
For a second I thought I’d hurt him, but his expression as he leaned over and swallowed my cock was pure indulgent pleasure.
“Felix!” I flung my hands out, one grasping the sheet and the other finding his hair as he sucked my orgasm out of me with an accuracy that made my whole body twitch.
He slapped his hand down on my thigh, the sting enough to have me choking on a sob as the ecstasy coursed through me.
And maybe, just maybe, part of how moved I felt was because he had remembered I lost control of my body as I came. Then again, it was probably hard to forget being almost kneed in the balls by someone as they twitched through their orgasm.
The thought made me splutter and laugh, and he pulled off my cock, looking at me like I was nuts.
“It’s just… you remembered,” I managed to explain, gesturing at my legs.
“Oh.” He smiled as he moved back to the pillows and shifted until he was comfortable again.
“That was amazing ,” I said before he could talk. I didn’t need his potential negativity right then. “So damn good.”
I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and for some reason, that made me a bit emotional again.
I turned to him and maneuvered myself closer until I could press against his side with my head on his chest. Wrapping my arm around him, I sighed happily.
It took longer than I thought, maybe five minutes or so of silence, before I felt him tense underneath me again.
Trying not to sigh, I prepared myself to be rejected again. So much for afterglow.