Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Grey
I’m really warm. It takes a minute for the fog in my brain to clear. That’s one thing about this new medication. I sleep better, but it takes my mind a moment to process waking up. Everything feels heavy.
No wait, something actually feels heavy. My eyes open and I realize why. Felix is draped across my chest. I’m not sure when we fell asleep. After the game I turned off my TV, and we just talked for what seemed like hours.
Oh, I’m in trouble.
I like him a lot.
I watch him sleep, his red lips parted as he snores softly. His brown hair is a mess, tickling my chest, and his arm is slung over me like he’s hugging me in his sleep. My knee is still propped up by the pillow.
Without waking him, I move my knee a little, stretching it a bit. It’s a little stiff, but not as swollen as it was yesterday. I really need to be careful. I want to get better, and it hits me now. I do. I do want to. I know I can’t play professionally again, but does that mean my life is over?
Felix stirs, hugging me tighter, and I can’t help the smile that spreads wide on my face.
Watching him with Lianna yesterday was funny.
She’s so feisty and has a thirst for gossip just like her mother.
Watching him sit in the tiny chair in her room was too funny.
That was until the little brat outed me to him. Do I really look at him like that?
He shifts again, his head falling into the crook of my arm before his eyes blink open. “Oh . . . I . . . Sorry.” He starts to move but I tighten my hold on him, letting him know it’s okay. More than okay. “I fell asleep.”
I smile. “It’s okay. We both did.” He blinks up at me.
I like the easy way this feels. I know a lot of people love the rush of being with someone new, they like fireworks and explosions, but that’s not me.
I love to feel comfortable and warm. And damn, that’s how he makes me feel.
He’s just so easy to be around and talk to.
I hate awkwardness and stilted conversation.
I want someone I can easily get along with.
Someone who’s not with me for my status or the money I make.
Someone who’s satisfied with a quiet life.
I think he’s going to move, but then I smile when he stays like this, looking up at me.
“How’s your knee feeling?” He looks down, his eyes widening before looking back up. Confused, I look down and see what he does. Shit.
Heat brushes my cheeks. “Uh, sorry.”
“It’s um, fine. It’s nothing.”
“Damn. I wouldn’t call it nothing.” I laugh as he smiles, my dick uncomfortably straining the front of my boxers. Not something I preplanned for when I stripped down last night. “My knee feels a bit better. Thank you.”
Felix blinks down again. “I um. I can get you another uh, ice pack.” He looks up and his face pinkens.
This close, I can smell his shampoo, and his red lips look so inviting only inches away from mine.
I think of that kiss—it was small, barely there—a small taste of the fireworks this man could give me.
I want to lean in, but I’m afraid to push him.
“Felix.”
His eyes flick from my eyes to my mouth.
“What?”
“What are you thinking about?” He swallows, but he needs to tell me. If this is going to work, whatever this is, it needs to be on his terms. “You can talk to me.”
“I was thinking about my redo birthday.”
“Uh-huh.” I smooth a strand of dark hair behind his ear. “And what about it?”
“I was thinking I wanted to kiss you again.” My arms tighten a bit around him, my hand smoothing down his lower back, not daring to go any further.
“You want another kiss?” I tilt his jaw to meet my eyes with his. “Then give me a kiss.” He blinks at me. “Let me make something clear. I consent to anything you want to do or try. I’m telling you now, though, you need to make the moves.” I wait for my words to sink in. “You’re in control. Say it.”
“I’m . . . in control.” He blinks. “Is it because of what I went through?”
“Yes and no.” I think about how much I want to share with him.
It’s a lot right now, it’s just . . . I have preferences.
I don’t want to scare him away. Some men don’t like this.
Some look at me and my size and make assumptions about the role I like to play in the bedroom.
“Can I tell you something intimate? About myself.”
“Please.” His eyes dip again to my lips.
His hand lies on the center of my chest. “When I’m with someone, I like to submit. I like to be controlled. I like the person I’m with to call the shots and control my pleasure.”
His face scrunches adorably. “What does that mean?”
I swallow, afraid I might scare him away. “I like demands, to be teased, and . . . edged.”
“Edged?” His brows scrunch.
A nearly thirty-year-old man not knowing might be shocking, but I have to assume Felix has lived a very sheltered life.
I’m afraid this will be too much. I’m sure his ex has controlled every aspect of his life.
I’ll welcome and guide him into my world and let him explore whatever he desires thoroughly. Gently, of course. At his pace.
“It’s like teasing and playing until you’re about to finish, then stopping.
Then starting again. Stopping. Over and over until you’re so crazy with the need to let go.
” There are other things I like. I like a vocal partner.
I like a man who takes what he wants from me.
Consensual submission. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced that.
It’s been a while since I’ve trusted someone like that.
His eyes drop to my lips. “And that feels good?”
“It feels so good.” I lightly touch his face. “I mean it. If you don’t want to do something, you don’t have to. I’ll never get angry with you. I’ll never be upset if you’re not up for something. You call the shots. Just tell me what you want.”
He thinks for a moment. “Can we start with a kiss?”
“You have my permission to try anything you want to.” I smile, looking down at my knee. “Within reason.”
Felix nods, leaning toward me, and his lips find mine.
My body shocks with warmth. This kiss is daring, harder, a little bit of bite and body behind it.
He leans into me, careful of my knee, and his fingers trail down my chest, running through the fine hair.
Everywhere he touches leaves little hums of heat that go right to my dick.
His fingers ghost over my nipple, and a full-body shiver hits me. “Sorry,” he says against my lips.
“Feels good,” I whisper against his mouth.
Don’t tell him how much you like them tugged and played with.
I need to calm down. It’s just been so long since I’ve enjoyed something like this.
The last guy I slept with was in a club bathroom.
Quick and dirty. It was just a release, but that’s not the way I like it.
I like to take my time. I like to enjoy my partner’s body and love when they play with mine.
I love touching and kissing. Body worship. Just the way he’s doing now.
His fingers explore and play, leaving little zaps of heat along my stomach.
My muscles contract when he brushes through my happy trail.
I don’t even feel insecure with his hands on me.
I know it’s not a big deal, but I can’t help it.
I’ve been in shape most of my life. I worked hard for my body.
To see all that hard work fade a little since my injury hit me worse than I thought it would.
Right now, I couldn’t care about any of it.
This is heaven.
I feel his kiss everywhere.
His tongue runs along the seams of my lips. I let him kiss me deeper, trying so hard to let him lead. His fingers run down along my stomach, tickling the hair under my belly button before they skim along the band of my boxers. “Is this okay?” he whispers.
My cock answers for me, jerking at his breathy voice.
“More than okay.” I let him torture me however he sees fit.
It feels so good to be touched like this.
Warmth encases us both, and I don’t want to startle him, so I keep my hands steady.
I let him do as he pleases before he breaks the kiss, looking down.
“What about this?” He skims his fingertips just under the edge of my boxers.
I shiver and swallow. My cock aches. “Grey?” Something dark fills his eyes.
It’s like watching a shape shifter. Something comes over him.
I’ve given him power, and maybe for the first time in his life he knows what it feels like to have some.
“Do whatever you want.”
I watch him swallow. “Within reason?”
I nod. “Within reason.”
“Is touching you here within reason?” he whispers. Felix looks drunk. His hair is disheveled, lips swollen. I look down and nod, watching as his fingers lift and stroke the hard ridge beneath the fabric.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. It’s so light, but pleasure coils in my stomach. “Yeah. Yes.”
“Just like that?”
I nod fast. His lips find mine again, and I want to squirm under his teasing touch. I try not to move. He repeats the movement, running his fingers along my shaft. The touch is light but it’s killing me. “I’m going to touch your face,” I warn him before cupping his jaw and deepening our kiss.
“Grey,” he moans into my mouth. Growing hungry, his kisses turn frantic, and our tongues battle for space. The light touch morphs when he smooths the flat of his palm along my cock. “If I were to edge you, how would I know when to stop?”
“Not right now.” I’m too hungry, too desperate. This gorgeous man is turning me into a mess. I’m so close and he’s barely even touched me. “When you do, I’ll let you know when. Not now. I need it. Please.”
“Please?” He smirks, light dancing behind his chocolate eyes.
I nuzzle my face into his neck, pressing soft kisses up his throat and along his jaw. “Make me come, Felix.”
He blinks, a moment before the flat of his hand curves around my clothed dick and he begins to stroke. This should feel ridiculous, but he’s fucking killing me. “You’re thick.” He touches my crown, precum seeping through the fabric. “And wet.”
“A lot of precum,” I whisper then dive back against his lips. “Feels so good. Can’t help it.” I smile as he jacks me over the fabric. I usually have better stamina, better restraint, but this feels so good. I’m balancing on the edge ready to crash over. “Felix.”
“Yeah?” he whispers, pressing soft kisses across my jaw. “Are you going to come?” I nod fast. He strokes faster, squeezing just right. My free hand reaches down to cup my balls.
“Keep going.”
He leans in, kissing along my cheek, my ear, my neck, before landing back on my mouth. My hips are rolling into his touch; it’s hard not to buck them up. My climax crawls up my spine, my body a live wire. I’m so close. My balls ache. His hand feels so good. “Let go, Greyson.”
I shoot, groaning against his lips as they mash into mine. Muscles straining, I rut into his hand, careful of my leg, but fuck it feels so damn good. Normally it’s hard to come without some kind of penetration, but this man has barely touched me. “Holy shit,” I laugh.
My head sinks back against the pillows. I almost think I’ve taken this too far, but when I look at him his eyes are filled with everything but fear. “Are you okay?” I ask him.
He nods his head. “That was amazing.” He smiles. “Wow.”
“Do you want me to?” Something flashes behind his eyes before he shakes his head. Shit. I’ve pushed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m okay.” I nod, letting it go. “That was . . . incredible.”
The mess in my boxers is starting to get uncomfortable. “I need to shower. Will you help me make a list of things to order for game night tonight?”
“What do you need? I’ll order while you’re in the shower.”
“Snacks. Maybe we can do burgers . . . I have most of the things I need here. More beer . . . the craft kind we had the other night. Oh, and stuff to make pina coladas.”
“Pina coladas?”
“My best friend loves them and I’m going to break his heart tonight.” Tonight, I’m going to tell Atlas I won’t be coming back. I need to get up, but lying here with Felix is nice. He’s idly stroking my chest. “That was incredible.”
“I barely touched you.” His face brightens with a smile.
“You did more than enough.” I sit up as he rolls off me, and he comes around the other side of the bed to help me up.
“How’s the pain?”
“Just stiff.”
“Shouldn’t be stiff at all anymore.” I look up and catch his smirk. “Sorry, bad joke.”
I lace my fingers in his and gently tug him down to me.
His lips press against mine, and if I don’t get up now, we may spend all day here making out.
“I can move a lot better. Thank you.” It’s an improvement from the tightness I felt last night.
“I feel much better than yesterday.” So, so much better.