Chapter 24 #2
He pulls his boxers down, letting his cock hang between his legs. There’s a confidence to him now that turns me on. The difference between him now and when he first came to me fills me with so much pride.
“I um, I got tested. When you were at your doctor’s appointment one day. Just in case. I have condoms, though, if you want.”
“No. I was tested after . . .” After I had sex in that club. “I’m okay if you are.”
“I want to feel you.” I second that. “On your side, Grey.”
He gets on the bed behind me as I move onto my side. His fingers dust a path over my shoulder, then lightly trail along my bicep and down my arm. His lips land on my neck. He grabs a handful of my ass with a growl. “I love your ass.” He squeezes, sending tiny shocks through me.
I shiver when his fingers ghost over my hips and along my stomach.
They take a quick trip south, stroking my cock before giving my heavy balls a slight squeeze.
The click of a cap makes my eyes flutter open.
Looking behind me, I capture his lips, drowning in the way he tastes and feels.
His fingers slip between my cheeks, pressing and teasing my hole.
“You want me to take care of you?” he hums.
“Yes.”
“I will . . .” His mouth trails against my neck. “Because you deserve it, Grey.”
I go rigid, craning my neck to look at him.
“You deserve to be taken care of once in a while.”
I don’t know where that’s come from, but it warms something deep inside me. My throat squeezes as I swallow.
“Let me.”
With a kiss on my neck, he gently pushes inside.
I groan as my body gives way, feeling his long fingers stretch me for him.
“Ungh, that’s fuck, that’s good.” I feel him smile against the back of my neck.
I push back, needing more. “More, Angel. Fuck me with your fingers.” He alternates between teasing ball-tingling touches and long deep passes over my prostate that shock me with heat.
I crane my neck back. He watches me carefully, something so bright filling his eyes. The stretch is delicious, the pressure so good. My balls hum with each thrust of his fingers. “So fucking tight,” he moans against my hair. “You want something bigger, don’t you?”
“Ye-yes.”
“My hungry boy.” He chuckles warmly. “I don’t know. I don’t think you want it bad enough.”
Fuck, I need him more than anything. “Fuck me, Angel.” I push back, flexing around his fingers.
He nips my neck then grins against my skin. “Doesn’t seem like you want it?”
I reach behind, grabbing his hips and pulling him against my ass.
He chuckles like there’s something amusing about the desperation I feel.
I lift my leg up a little, reaching between my legs and feeling his fingers move inside me, teasing and loving my body better than I’ve ever had it.
It’s never been this good, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
I brush the head of his cock between my legs, just waiting for its turn.
Fuck he’s big. Big and so fucking hard, smearing precum between my thighs.
If he doesn’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my mind. “Desperate thing.”
“Felix, give it to me.”
He sucks his teeth. “Now, Grey. I know you can beg better than that.” He takes my earlobe between his teeth, my back bowing as he reaches deeper. So fucking deep.
“Fuck. If you don’t fuck me right now, I might die.” My nails bite into his thigh, and he chuckles. His lips land under my ear. He rubs the crown of his cock around my hole. I try and push back, but he pulls away. “Felix!”
“Relax for me.” He kisses my neck. Oh fuck. Yes. Fuck. He pushes inside my body, the bite and burn of the stretch forcing a moan out of both our lips. “Fuck, that’s so good. Yes.”
I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Dildos and massagers are great and all, but there’s nothing like a warm body wrapped around you and a scorching cock inside. I can safely say nothing and no one has ever felt better than him.
“Holy shit, Grey,” he slurs, pressing his face to my neck. “So fucking good.” His fingers tease along my hairy chest before smoothing down to stroke my cock. Slowly he thrusts, alternating between teasing little thrusts and deep strokes. It’s so fucking good.
“More,” I moan, and he cups my jaw, pulling me in for a kiss. Felix’s dominant facade crumbles as he groans against my lips, fucking me harder and filling this room with his moans.
“Grey. It’s so, fuck.” I hold his arm braced around my chest. “So good. I’m close. I didn’t. I’m not usually. I’ve never—”
“Shh.” I kiss him, pushing back whenever he thrusts into me. “You’re fucking amazing. You feel so good.” I squeeze my balls, grinding back against him.
“I’m going to come so deep inside you,” Felix moans.
“Do it. I need it.” His hips pick up speed. I lose myself in the feel of him, the scent of him, the way his body molds around me. My balls tighten. “Breed me.”
“Fuck, Grey.” His forehead presses to the back of my head. His hand twists along my cock. So deep in my ass, he comes with a groan. “Fuck. Ungh fuck, Greyson.”
Pushing back on him, I chase that feeling. It grows from the base of my spine, covering me in a wonderful heat that flows through my stomach and pulls at my balls. “Felix. Fuck. I’m going to come. Fu-fuck.” I shoot all over his hand.
My body trembles against his as he holds me, stroking me lazily and pressing kisses along my hairline while he’s still deep inside me.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” He kisses me.
“Your body is made for mine. Mine to take care of.” With one last kiss, he whispers in my ear. “This is where I belong, Grey.”
In the shower he washes me down, taking extra care of my body. I’ve worked so hard for the physique I’ve got, but I can safely say it’s never looked as good as it does with his hands on it.
I cradle his jaw, bringing his chocolate eyes to mine. My chest tightens. A feeling I can’t contain swells and grows until I feel like I’ll explode with it. “I love you, Felix.”
He blinks, pulling back a bit, and I wish I could say it doesn’t sting when I see the uncertainty in his eyes. I don’t want him to feel pressure. I just wanted him to know.
I lean forward and save him from having to answer.
He’s stiff for a moment before I sweep my tongue along his lips, then he softens with a groan, diving his own into my mouth. We kiss, and I don’t know how long it is before he finally pulls away. “You don’t need to say it. I just want you to know.”
“I’m sorry.”
I cup his face, kissing him one last time.
“There’s no rush.” I kiss his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His hands wrap around my wrist as I press my forehead to his, and I let that settle between us, feeling at peace with my confession. I know there’s a lot he’s working through, but he can work through it knowing how much he means to me.
I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere.