Chapter 27
Felix
Ohhh, Torren got jealous, and I’m not one bit mad about it.
The sound of the garage door closing fills the silence between us once we’re back in Torren’s shop. I hop off his bike and place the helmet and his coat on pegs on the wall.
Torren stays on his bike, his helmet still on, breathing with a force that makes his whole body rise and fall.
I saunter over to the car parked in his shop and drape myself over the hood. “So, are we going to discuss this amazing benefits package you mentioned after you told that guy I was taken?”
His helmet-clad head turns toward. Torren flips up his visor and says, “Jesus Fucking Christ.”
“You won’t find him here tonight, my friend.”
His eyes narrow, a devious look washing over him. Torren pulls off the helmet and approaches the car. He looks at me like I’m a sirloin steak and he’s ready to feast. A hand lands on my thigh, and he slides it up, dipping his fingers beneath the shorts.
“Just friends.” He almost can’t get the words out.
“Just friends,” I repeat, smiling.
“With benefits,” he adds.
“Can’t forget that part,” I reply with a devilish smile.
His forehead presses against mine, both arms wrapping me in a lovely embrace. “Felix, I’m nervous. I just get so… It’s like I…”
I shush him and give him a little kiss. “I know. We can work through it, together.”
Torren shakes his head with a defeated expression. He’s about to protest, but then he pauses. His eyes widen, and his gaze trails to his bedroom door.
“I have an idea.”
Torren
This has to work.
I just hope the headboard is strong enough.
With Felix’s hand in mine, I hurry us to my bedroom and flip on the light. I look through the drawers of my dresser, trying to find what I need.
Nothing.
I pause, closing my eyes and thinking about the last time I used them.
Aha!
I pull a plastic container from beneath the bed. A glance at the wrought iron bedframe has me thanking my lucky stars.
The lid comes off, and I find what I need: two pairs of handcuffs.
I show them to Felix, and he says, “Ohhh…”
I toss him the cuffs, and he catches them. “I need you to cuff me to the headboard.”
My arms rip off my clothing, tossing the tank on the ground before kicking off my boots and pulling off my jeans. I don’t think I’ve ever been less sexy getting naked, but I’m just so eager to get cuffed to the bars and see if this works.
I hop on the bed and grip the wrought iron bedframe, which looks like something you’d see in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Fitting.
Felix connects one to the headboard, then wraps it around my wrist, and the worst thing ever happens.
I whimper.
“Torren. Are you okay?”
I fall into the green of his eyes, and the memories that make this so hard slowly vanish. “I’m okay. This works.”
“We don’t have to do this. We don’t even have to have s—”
“Please. I want this. I want you. So much it fucking hurts, Felix. I’ll be okay.”
Felix looks at me warily for a moment, clearly not convinced that I’m alright. “I promise, I’m okay. I’ll let you know if this is too much.”
“Promise?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I take a breath and add, “Cuff me.”
The right cuff locks followed by the left. I yank on them, testing the strength of both the cuffs and the headboard, and hum with satisfaction.
“We’re good,” I say with relief.
His lips curl into an impish smile. Felix’s hand caresses my face before asking, “What would you like me to do first, sir?”
Oh, fuck, the sir does everything for me.
Felix looks like sex served on a platter in his outfit, but all I’ve wanted to do all night is rip it off his body. “Strip for me. I’ve got records over there.” I motion my head to the far side of the room. “I want to see you put on a show for me.”
His giggle lights a fire inside me, and he struts over to the turntable, shaking his ass on the way.
He flips through the records and finds one that satisfies him and places it on the player.
If I weren’t already lying down, I would have fallen over. Behind the Wheel by Depeche Mode flows from the speakers. How Felix knows about this song is beyond me, but I’m starting to understand that underestimating him will render me a fool every time.
“This okay, stud?” He asks, and all I can do is nod. Felix rises and slinks to the wall, pressing both hands against it with his legs spread, like he’s about to be searched by the cops.
He looks over his shoulder at me and winks.
Here lies Torren Kay. Slain by Felix Hargrove’s ass in leather booty shorts.
Felix swivels his hips to the beat of the music as he slides his mesh top over his head and tosses it to the floor.
“We need better lighting than this.” Felix turns off the overhead light in exchange for a desk lamp with a warmer glow that complements his light skin perfectly.
He moves to the center of the room, turns around, and slowly slides his shorts down his long legs, bending over while he does it to give me a perfect view of his ass.
He’s wearing a black thong under those fucking fishnets.
Cuffs, don’t fail me now.
He kicks off both boots and tosses the shorts with his left foot, before bending over at the waist and planting a hand on the floor. Felix reaches the other hand between his legs and fingers the crease of his ass.
A low growl rumbles deep in my chest as I tug on the cuffs
He stands again, looks over his shoulder at me, and asks, “Ready?”
Felix smirks, and my breath hitches. The little sex machine places his hands on his butt and fucking tears the fishnets open, revealing his smooth, white ass clad in a black thong.
The heat in my body reaches a boiling point. Felix lets the tattered stockings fall down his legs before turning around and freeing his length from the pornographic underwear. He spits on his hands and strokes his cock, eyes fluttering while he does it.
I can’t hear the music anymore. The only sounds I hear are my heaving breaths as I watch the scene before me.
The bed dips, and Felix climbs on top, straddling my legs with his ass facing me.
My voice is a strained, raspy mess as I command, “Finger yourself, Felix. Tease that little pussy for me.”
A hand reaches behind, and he pulls the strap of the thong to the side, revealing his pink, little asshole.
He turns his head, giving me a profile view, and sucks on two fingers before trailing them down to his hole, circling the rim with the pads of his fingers, while moaning and panting.
He bends forward, resting his head against the bed, spreads his cheeks, and shows me the most delicious sight of my life.
“Felix. Sit on my face,” I beg. “I need to eat your ass. Now.”
“Mmm, fuck, Daddy.”
He crawls back, kissing my thighs and stomach as he inches himself closer and closer to my mouth. When he’s just an inch away, I crane my neck forward and shove my tongue in his asshole.
Felix gasps and spreads his cheeks, pushing his ass against my face and fucking himself with my tongue.
“Fuck, Torren. It feels so good. Can I suck you?”
The moans of affirmation I make in his butt give him the signal he needs to free my throbbing cock.
He trails his tongue from the base of the dick, slowly dragging it along my shaft, before swirling it around the head.
My mouth becomes a machine, spitting on his hole, tongue-fucking him, and kissing his smooth ass cheeks.
Felix looks over his shoulder and asks, “Let me fuck myself on you.”
I can’t really describe the sound that escapes my mouth upon hearing those words—a mix between a wail and a sigh of relief. “Lube. Top dresser drawer,” I say between breaths.
My vision blurs as he rises from the bed and retrieves the lube from the top drawer. He pumps out a generous amount and fingers his ass, standing beside the bed and looking down on me with a lascivious gaze the entire time.
“Fuck Torren. You look so hot right now.”
Once he’s on the bed again, he straddles my legs and slicks my cock with the lube. His hand strokes up and down my length before maneuvering onto his feet and lining my dick with his hole.
He gasps, my cock breaching the first ring of muscle. “Fuck, you’re so big, Torren.”
Heaving breaths escape my mouth. My toes curl, and a low moan rumbles out of me as his hole, warm and velvety smooth, envelops my cock.
I clench my fists, forcing myself to stay still as Felix lowers down all the way. His ass hits my pelvic bone, and I look up to see his mouth wide open in shock, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Felix
Torren’s cock stretches me in the best way possible.
His eyes roll back like a shark’s, and he licks his lips.
My mouth curls into a grin as I press my hands on his chest, bracing myself while I raise my ass up his length before slamming down on it.
I cry out because the force of his head punches the deepest part of me in the best way possible, and Torren opens his eyes wide, staring into mine.
“Felix. Fuck…I need…P-”
He’s a babbling, feral mess. I push against my feet, slowly sliding up his cock, and slam down once more, loving how his pubes feel against my ass.
“You fill me so good. I love your cock so much.”
“Felix,” he pants. “Be a good boy and ride me faster.”
I lose it. Good boy. I pick up speed, fucking myself on him.
Torren is losing control, and it’s mesmerizing. His jaw clenches, his brows knit, and he pants like he’s been underwater for too long and is gasping for air.
“Oh, fuck, Torren!” I lower to my knees and spread my ass again, bouncing on his cock like the little fucking slut I am.
I maneuver back onto my feet and pause. “Fuck me, Torren. Push your cock in. Own my hole.”
“Felix… I can’t—”
“You can. I want you too. We’ve got the cuffs—let it out.”
His resolve crumbles. Torren raises his knees, positioning his feet flat on the bed, and thrusts up into me. “Like that, Torren. More!”
Torren fucks me with fury, pumping my ass hard and fast, breaching my second hole.
His shaft glides along my prostate, massaging that glorious spot, and I swear if he keeps pounding me like this, I might come hands-free.
“Yes, Felix!” I don’t even recognize Torren’s voice anymore, and he looks mean—like a demon.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
He fucks me with fervor, slamming into my ass, and the collision of our bodies echoes around us.
“Are you close, Daddy?” I ask him. He nods, never stopping his upward thrusting. “Knock me up,” I command. “Shoot your load in my ass.”
I reel my head back, whimpering as he pounds me into oblivion, when a low, throaty moan rips from his mouth. I feel his warm release flood me, and that’s what tips me over the edge.
I come at that exact moment, crying out as thick ropes of cum paint his stomach and chest.
When I’m finally done, I sigh, looking up at the ceiling, basking in that post-orgasm glow. When my gaze trails down to Torren, he stares at me in amazement.
We stay still—just breathing. Staring at each other.
“It worked,” he says, awestruck.
He lowers his legs, lying them flat on the bed, my body lowering with them.
I lean forward, dipping my lips in my cum, then kiss him.
He mewls, savoring the taste before sliding his tongue in my mouth.
It’s not a wild kiss; it’s sweet. Passionate.
It’s the kiss that happens after amazing sex, and I really missed this part when we fucked at the Kitty Cat Club.
I kiss him again, softer this time. “The cuffs were a good idea,” I whisper.
Torren smiles, his eyes sweet and vulnerable now.
I’m so happy he’s okay, but more than anything, I’m so happy we can lie here like this and just be together.
Even if we’re just friends.